Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He shoves me backward, and I land against the hood of the car. “Now every time I see you, I can picture my cum on your face.”
Then he’s gone. Poof. Disappears into wherever the fuck he came from and there’s nothing but me, this field, and my pink Ferrari.
I shove my clothes back on, wiping the rest of his cum off my cheek with the back of my hand and ignoring the way it sets fire against my flesh. Fuck my life.
I land in the driver’s seat, staring off into the distance. How is it not bothering me that I’m in a completely different world, surrounded by strangers who don’t feel like strangers?
I hate Knight.
I hate that I can’t hate him when he’s naked in front of me with his monster cock in his hands, but I hate him.
I tap the button to start and put the car into reverse. I need to get out of here. Away. As away as I can, anyway.
I remember when I was a little girl, and my uncle took me to a carnival. It wasn’t the traditional kind, it had rides, sure, but it had all kinds of other shit. Like animals that would chase you, people who knew how to make everything homemade, and small kids who could recite books like they’d read them thousands of times over. I thought that was weird.
Next to this? It’s nothing. I sit in the car staring at the empty road in front of me. Completely empty. What is the point of having a damn road if there are no cars, anyway?
People—I think—are walking down the streets, going about their day as normal. The buildings are all large, over-the-top. I can’t see past the little shop in front of me, though. Nestled between two larger buildings, the small castle-like structure is lined with neon purple lights with a sign that reads Majick.
I drive the car into an empty parking spot right in front of the town square, shutting the door behind myself. A chapel is built into the middle of the gardens, only if I squint my eyes and look closer, the cross is upside down. Chills spread over my skin as I bring the key fob against my chest, swallowing past my fears.
He stole me.
Brought me here.
I have to keep believing there is a reason, and that reason needs me alive. I rush across the road and pass the small lantern lights that pave the way through the tiny shops. I stop outside the purple one, staring in through the windows. Someone brushes past me, but I don’t move, unable to look away. My hand comes to the handle and warmth fills my fingertips.
Crap. Okay.
I pull the door open and a rush of warm air washes over me with the sweet scent of burning sage. I let out a deep breath, finally able to relax for the first time since waking here, before stepping inside and allowing the door to close. Little crystals hang from the ceiling, with clouds of smoke drifting around the space. Tarot cards hang on the walls, with small silver paintings lined over the onyx-colored walls. It’s artistic and different, yet I feel completely at home.
“I wondered how long it would take for you to find me,” a voice says from behind me, and my hand pauses an inch away from the dark tektite rock in front of me. Created when an asteroid strikes Earth, I can’t help but feel drawn to the old stone. How did it get here? I know we aren’t on Earth, or at least that’s my understanding of Knight’s not at all helpful “my realm” comment. Do they have crystals the same way we do? Where even are we?
I slowly turn to see where the voice is coming from, when I’m met with a pair of the softest pink eyes I’ve ever seen. She has deep lilac-black hair that flows down to her tiny waist, pale yet flawless skin, and her lips have the perfect cushion that girls back home pay for.
She moves around the room, a slight smirk on her mouth. “I often wonder just how this could happen.”
“How what?” I ask. I didn’t mean for it to come out so soft and gentle, but when the words leave my mouth, I almost choke on them. “How did you know I was coming? What did you mean by that?”
She stifles a slight chuckle. “So many questions. You want answers. I wonder why he hasn’t given you the ones he knows.” She releases the tektite I was about to touch, her eyes now coming to mine. She’s a step away from me, so close that if she wanted me dead, I’d be just that. Dead. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She rolls her eyes, drifting back to where she came from while gesturing to the small leather sofa opposite hers. “Sit.”