Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“What is this place?” I asked him, following behind him dutifully.
“The back of the shop where I do all my mechanic work and customization. This place isn’t on the map, and only a few people know where this place is,” he explained gruffly.
“Keifer,” Nikolai called from behind us. “Got a sec?”
Keifer nodded and turned to me. “Go have a seat at the desk. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
He turned and left, and I found myself in a large office that looked more like a man cave than an office.
There was a bar towards the back of the room with bar stools lining it, and a freaking couch and recliner.
A small desk was in the very corner with a very large chair that looked like it could fit three of me very comfortably.
Then there was the bathroom and shower area that had no walls surrounding it.
“Wow,” I said, surprised.
Moving toward the one door in the entire place, I opened it to find a plain room with a large table in the middle of it.
Large wooden chairs surrounded the table, and as I moved closer to it, I was surprised to see that in the beautifully spun wooden legs, there looked to be intricately carved dragon scales running along the entire length.
The table itself was beautiful, and so slick.
Running my hands over it, I admired the craftsmanship.
“Wow, this is freakin’ beautiful,” I murmured in awe.
“Thanks,” a man muttered, startling me.
I jumped and looked up to find the man from earlier, Ian, the one from the shadows, standing across from me, having come through a different entrance than I’d taken.
“You made this?” I asked in surprise, completely ignoring Keifer’s earlier warning in my admiration.
“Yeah,” he answered simply.
“You did amazing work. My grandfather was a woodworker. He used to make patterns for companies that would use them as molds for all kinds of things. He was fairly amazing,” I told him. “Woodworking takes some real talent.”
“Grandfather dead?” He asked bluntly.
I shook my head. “No. He has dementia. He’s at a senior care facility downtown. They let him work in their wood shop when he’s lucid.”
He blinked. “What’s his name?”
“Wendell Wyatt.”
“The Wendell Wyatt? As in Wendell Wyatt Patterns?” The man asked in awe.
I nodded. “That’s him. Do you know him?”
He nodded briskly. “Wendell Wyatt is what other woodworkers in the business strive to be. Everybody knows him.”
I smiled happily, remembering my grandfather’s earlier days, when he was happy and clear-headed.
“I’m glad he’s remembered,” I whispered.
“What are you doing in here, Blythe?” Keifer asked carefully from the doorway behind me.
I turned to find Keifer staring over my head at Ian with suspicion.
“I was just looking,” I told him worriedly.
Was I not allowed to do that?
“Come on. I got my papers. It’s time to go,” he said, not saying a word to Ian.
I gave Ian a small wave. “Nice to meet you.”
He nodded, his dark black hair bobbing with the movement.
And his beautiful, nearly translucent, blue eyes took me in as I nodded back.
“Same.”
Keifer slammed the door behind me, startling me.
“What?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I told you to stay away from him,” he growled.
I shrugged.
“I can take care of myself,” I defended.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh yeah?” He stalked forward.
I nodded, taking steps back as he prowled ahead.
My knees met the back of his desk, and he stopped when our knees touched.
Then, without warning, he snapped his hands forward and captured my wrists, swinging me around and slamming my chest against the top of the desk.
“Eeek!” I squeaked in surprise.
He didn’t hurt me, but the suddenness of it all had me breathless.
“So tell me how you can take care of yourself,” he snarled.
I blinked in surprise at the ferociousness of his tone.
“Keifer, what’s going on?” I asked, worry starting to seep into my voice.
“You said you could take care of yourself. Show me. Nothing you can do, magic wise, can hurt him, though. He’s got the same powers as me. Fuck, I don’t even know what all he has. But I know for a damn fact you can’t defend yourself adequately against me or anybody else of my caliber. Trust me.”
That’s about when I started getting mad and began to struggle.
When I took in a deep inhalation to scream, I found myself suddenly unable.
Or, more like, I was screaming, but no sound was coming out.
“Impressive, huh, what one person can do?” Keifer asked suddenly, pushing his hard cock into me.
He was getting off on this!
What the ever-loving-fuck?
“What’s your fuckin’ deal?” I asked, pushing back against him.
My body, the shameless bitch that it was, was getting off on his show of power, too.
Which explained why, when I pushed back, I also ground myself into his cock, causing him to laugh, which only pissed me off all the more.
“Get off me,” I grunted, turning my hip sharply to the right and dropping my body weight to the opposite side.