Crimson Shifter (Onyx Assassins #7) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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My shoulders dropped, the worry intensifying.

“It's a partnership,” Lyric added, looking at me. “It's not about him forgiving you simply because you're his mate. You guys have to communicate. You have to be on the same page. Fate may have bonded you together, but your compassion for each other is what's going to make this work.”

I nodded at my queen, silently sending every ounce of gratitude I could her way. I’d told her about the information I'd given Edward in order to make him believe I was on his side, and she’d forgiven me instantly, as was her nature. And I'm sure the only reason why Alek hadn't slaughtered me is because I had killed the one person I’d told.

We settled into a comfortable silence, each of us sipping a soothing herbal tea that the queen had made as we waited. And when the door creaked open, my heart leaped into my throat with the hopes that it was Talon.

It wasn't.

Aurora looked miles better than she had when she’d first been brought to the king's residence. The poor innocent girl had been forcefully turned by Samuel, Saint’s twin brother. He’d inflicted an insurmountable amount of psychological torture to her in the process, but she’d somehow found the strength to leave her chambers, which was an act of courage that was admirable.

“Sorry,” she said after scanning the room. “I'm looking for the vampire who takes away the nightmares,” she said, her voice a little listless and her eyes a little wandering. That madness clung to her even now, despite the progress she’d made.

Hatred for Samuel intensified in my gut.

“They're carrying out a mission,” I said. “But you're welcome to stay with us⁠—"

“No,” she cut me off. She then nodded at us and disappeared from the room.

“Does anyone else think it's a bad idea to let that sweet little innocent thing chase after the actual nightmare? Because I don't know about you, but I feel like there's a red tinge to the rim of his irises,” Jocelyn said, referring to Saint.

“He's the only one who’s been able to help her,” Lyric said, shrugging. “And while Saint may be walking that line, he's been walking it for a very long time. We can't distrust him until he gives us a reason to.”

Jocelyn nodded as her mate Benedict came into the room with a sense of urgency that made her sit up straight.

“We need you,” he said, and she was instantly at his side.

“What's happened,” I asked, standing, ready to go wherever he said to go.

“Just Jocelyn,” he said apologetically. “The hunters have gotten information from your mother,” he continued.

He was no doubt giving me a courtesy as the information likely wasn't a need to know for me.

“We need to go. She's given us the location of one of the Sons of Honor safe houses.”

Jocelyn looked over her shoulder at the queen, giving her an assuring wink before she followed Benedict out of the room.

I stood there, mouth gaping, my entire body freezing at the knowledge that Talon was going out on a mission so soon after nearly being killed.

“He'll be all right,” Lyric assured me, urging me to sit back down.

“How can you know that?”

Lyric seemed to think on that for a moment before shrugging. “They have to be,” she said. “Our mates. They have to be okay or else we'll drive ourselves mad with worry.”

She wasn't wrong, but I couldn't sit and sip herbal tea while knowing my mate was out there putting himself in danger and quite possibly getting killed before we could even have our chance. Before he knew how much he meant to me. And I hated myself for not telling him sooner.

“Would it be all right with you if I spoke to my brother?” I asked the queen.

“Of course,” she said. “He has a room only two hallways down from yours.”

“Thank you,” I said, bowing slightly before exiting the room.

I found Warrick sitting at his desk studying some ancient tome, Shadow at his feet. She stretched to all fours when she spotted me, crossing the room to brush her heavy body against my legs. It was incredible, stroking her fur and feeling our bond versus the one I’d had when Talon was imitating her.

Warrick abandoned his book when he saw me, wrapping his arms around me in a warm embrace.

“I heard what happened,” he said. “I'm so glad you're all right.”

I returned his hug, then released him. I couldn't help but notice the resemblance to Edward, but was relieved that he was not an identical twin. I couldn't imagine having to look into the eyes of someone who looked that similar to somebody who had almost killed my mate.

Warrick was slightly bigger than Edward too and had my mother's eyes instead of our father’s.

“It looks like they've been treating you well,” I said, not wanting to talk about what happened on the island.


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