Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I hadn’t even taken the diamond he’d given me.
I had nothing of his.
No photo to prove it was real. No promise that he’d come after me.
Just a false admittance that I could return.
And a pilot who told me that was impossible.
Panic added new power to my body and I fought harder. “I’ll find a way. I won’t let him do this.”
“It’s already done.” The blast of air-conditioning as he jerked me into the large hangar was a slap of reality after living on a tropical island. An island that might be under a siege with no one alive to protect it. An island that’d become unreachable.
A small waiting area welcomed, complete with travertine floors and flocked seating.
A young man in a black uniform with SSG on his lapel came forward. He bowed at the pilot, uncaring that he held me while I struggled. “I will ensure she is properly taken care of.”
His words could mean kill me or help me.
“Take me back to Sully. He’s in trouble. Stop wasting time and—”
“Hold her while we take off. Remind her that Goddess Isles is no longer available to her and destroy the letter once she’s memorised it.” The captain shoved my arm at the new man.
“Wait, don’t—” I tried to backpedal, only for the slim Indonesian man to wrap his bony, strong fingers around my wrist.
“I’ll hold.” He nodded curtly, digging his fingernails into my skin as the captain gave me one last look, then stormed from the luxury office in the hangar and strode swiftly back to his helicopter.
I tried to run.
I did my best to pry my new jailer’s claws off me, but I was too late.
Rotor blades swirled faster and faster, engines screamed, and my only method of returning to Sully shot into the sky.
The second the helicopter no longer touched earth, the man let me go, shaking out his hand as if touching me had been an affront to his job description.
“Do you have a preference in airlines, ma’am?” he asked politely, moving toward his desk where a computer waited. “If you advise your hometown, I can book you on the next available flight.”
“Flight?”
He nodded. “We might have to transfer you through the Philippines or Hong Kong. A lot of the main routes fly from there, but that won’t be a problem.” Pointing at the envelope in my hand, he added, “Inside, you’ll find a new passport, cash, and any other identification you might need according to your place of birth.”
Ripping open the paper, I peered inside.
Sure enough, a freshly minted American passport rested inside.
Forged or real?
“Huh, that’s strange.” The man clipped toward me again, his shoes echoing on the tile. His eyebrows rose as he peered into the envelope, perplexed that the passport seemed to be the only thing given. “Normally, there is a letter from Mr. Sinclair. I ensure you’ve read it carefully, before destroying it and confirming that you understand that the four hundred thousand dollars is yours to use as you wish...as long as you keep your employment secret.”
I choked. “Four hundred thousand?”
“Yes.” He nodded with self-importance. “All goddesses upon their release earn a salary for their service.”
“I’m not just a goddess. I’m his...partner. His friend. I need to go back...before it’s too late.”
“Not possible.” He crossed his arms. “No one goes back.”
My fingers dipped into the envelope, pulling the passport free with shaky fingers.
“Mr. Sinclair is very grateful for your time in his employ, but you are no longer needed.”
I am needed. More than ever.
He was shot at.
I know he was.
He might be bleeding and wounded and—
Don’t break down.
Nothing good comes from breaking.
The best thing I could do—the only thing I could do—was keep my fear in check and focus on arranging swift travel back to Sully.
Regardless of what these men said, I would find Sully’s islands again.
I have to.
It was unthinkable to accept that Sully had sent me away with a bald-faced lie about me returning, knowing full well I could never attempt such a thing.
He sent you away for your safety...
If he’s dead, then—
Stop it!
Sniffing back terror, I flipped to the photograph page. I flinched as my image gleamed back. Somehow, I’d been captured simple and travel approved—sitting primly with my hair loose and sun dusting my features, the image must’ve been photo-shopped onto a white background.
It looked legit with the requisite glowing seals and hard-to-replicate watermarks.
I flipped to another page.
Something slipped free, slapping against the floor.
The man ducked to pick it up, standing slowly and passing it almost reluctantly to me. “It seems you do not get cash, ma’am.”
I took it from him, my mind whirling with fear over Sully’s safety and the roadblocks that’d been so smoothly slammed in my way.
A credit card.
A black Amex with no spending limit in the name of Sullivan Sinclair. “But this isn’t mine. It’s a mistake.” I flipped it upside down, my stomach clenching at the sexy scrawl of Sully’s signature. Elegant swooping Ss and aggressive slashes for the V.