Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Tarian,” I whisper as I shake my head. “You don’t have to treat me like a fragile little doll. I’m a grown woman who can look after herself. I appreciate the warning, but I don’t need you to be my hero.”
“I’m no hero, sweetheart,” he grins, “What I am, though, is a man on the brink of unleashing chaos and getting my hands drenched in blood.”
Even though he’s smiling, I know he’s not joking. What Tarian uttered was a promise, a vow to do anything necessary to get his vengeance.
“Then I’ll be right beside you,” I respond adamantly.
“Don’t try to be a heroine, Grecia. It could get you killed,” he tells me with no humor in his tone, and a cold shiver traces its way over my flesh.
I know the situation we’re in is dangerous, and I’m also under no illusion that Tarian would bother trying to save me. But I don’t need his help, I can handle myself in a fight. Men invariably underestimate how deadly a woman can be when she’s pushed into a corner.
I give Tarian one of my brightest smiles before I speak again.
“Don’t doubt me, Tarian Calvert. I may be a woman, but I can take a man out if I need to. And I’ll bathe in his fucking blood if that’s what it will take to prove to you I’m not some weak, tortured little girl.”
“Are you trying to make my dick hard right now?” As Tarian arches his dark brow at me, the silver of the rings in his eyebrow and lip glint, and I can’t help but squirm when I think about what else he might have pierced. He’s far too distracting.
I can’t do this.
Pushing off the chair, I make my way to the desk to set my glass down, and my eyes land on a folder with Tarian’s full name emblazoned on the front in bright red letters. I quickly flip it open to find two photos—one of Tarian as a baby with his name scribbled on the back, and one of Thane standing beside Tarian, who looks about ten years old in the picture.
“What’s this?”
Tarian’s beside me in seconds, his hand resting on my back, and the heat that shoots through me at the contact causes me to gasp and pull away as if he’s burned me. If he notices, he doesn’t make an issue of it. He quickly flicks through the folder and sets it back down on the desk just as the door swings open.
Heinrich enters accompanied by a stunning blonde woman, who looks like a supermodel. She’s tall, slender, and has a very slight frame. Her hair is the color of spun silk, and her eyes are a luminous green. She takes us in, staring at me longer than she does Tarian, and I wonder if she’s trying to place us.
“Where is she?” The beauty before us asks, and I immediately know who she is. The woman standing in front of us is Rukaiya’s birth mother. “Where is my little girl?”
“She’s in Tynewood,” Tarian tells her as she approaches us.
We watch as she slides into one of the wingback chairs, keeping her back as straight as a pin. She’s so poised. It’s as if she’s royalty, and she’s been trained all her life how to carry herself.
“I’d like to speak with her, to see her.”
“Okay, darling,” Heinrich steps forward. “It’s not safe yet. Once Thane is found, we can talk about you going to Tynewood, but right now, it’s not feasible.”
“He’s correct,” Tarian confirms. His voice is soothing, yet I can hear the tension in his words. “Rukaiya’s happy. She has a life there now. I know you want to see her, but you will have to wait.”
The woman looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and I wonder just how old she is because she doesn’t have a wrinkle. I know Rukaiya’s mother had her at a young age, but I’m intrigued to hear more about what happened to her. I can only imagine how difficult it will be for Rukaiya to have her mother, a complete stranger, walk into her life.
“I’ll wait, but…” Her voice falls silent, and the air in the room feels like it’s taken on a whole new level of tension and fear. “Does she know about Thane? That he is her father?”
Tarian nods. “She does. He told her. We think he’s planning something. We’re not sure what, so it’s best you wait here until we can find him.”
Her gaze locks on Tarian, and the tears shimmering in the green of her eyes look like droplets of water on shiny gemstones.
“I can’t bear to lose her again.” Her despair is that of a mother who loves her daughter.
“You won’t lose her. The Sovereign in Tynewood will keep her safe,” Tarian reassures her, and the confidence in his voice seems to calm her. “I’ll find Thane, and when I do, he’ll pay for what he’s done.”