Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
He sighs, running his hand through his hair and turning his back on me for a second, placing Luna onto the bed beside Lilith before coming back.
He points down the stairs while shutting the door behind him. “Yeah, let’s talk.”
“You’re not gonna like what I have to say…” I tease the idea out loud, because Ky knows me. He knows what I do for fun, pleasure, and how I like to spend as little time as possible trying to get the truth out of someone. There are far more efficient ways of doing that.
He falls onto the sofa in the lounge, rubbing his hand over his stomach. “We’re not using our gifts on her. She’s way too smart, it won’t work. Plus—” He leans over the table to reach for my discarded phone. Lifting his brow, he tosses it to me and falls backward again. “She would just counter them and throw it back in our face. What do you think she’s hiding, though? Some love affair in Europe? She’s fucked Prince Harry behind Meghan’s back? We all know that’s as far as Cartier goes with secrets.”
I lean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs. I have this time with Kyrin to convince him because I know that as soon as she has him in front of her, she will fill his head with whatever lies she wants him to believe. “That’s what she wants us to think, but nah, man.” I lean back, stretching my arms wide. “There’s something more, and I’m going to get it out of her.” I bring my eyes to his. “The old school way.”
“Careful…” Kyrin murmurs, his lip curling up in a smirk. “You go uncovering all those stones and you and I both know you’re not going to always like what you find beneath.”
Past
I slammed the cell door closed and shoved the keys into my back pocket, watching as I passed each prisoner caged behind bars that they had no idea what for. I often wondered why they might think they’re here. Trafficking? Sex? Murder? All of the above if they didn’t make the right decision.
Gripping the ski mask from beneath my jaw and tossing it onto the ground, I heard Kohen snicker from the sofa on the opposite side of the room. The Caves wasn’t a place for people. Especially not those with humanity.
“You know you should be wearing those little neon masks like the rest do.”
I flipped him off, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a beer. “Fuck no. None of those people are making it out alive, and if they do, they’re in Midnight Mayhem, so what are they gonna do?” I wrapped my lips around the rim and took a swig of the bitter liquid. Every single one of those people behind the cage had Kiznitch blood but were from families who ran off from their obligation and tried to hide them. You didn’t get a choice when you’re Kiznitch. You either contributed or you died. There’s no in-between.
“And Hadley?” Kohen clucked, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he pretended to watch whatever bullshit was on TV.
“She’ll join, but she will have to change her name.”
“Ahhh.” Kohen turned, his smile wide enough to crack one thousand wrinkles into his premature face. “So she’s different?”
I flicked my beer at him until it sloshed across his smug fucking face. “No, she’s important.” I smirked back at him. “There’s a difference.”
The walkie talkie sitting on the coffee table between Kohen and me crackled, and I reached for it, holding down the side button. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“You have a problem in cell four. She’s not wanting to budge.”
My eyes closed as I pressed the button again. “I got it.”
Slamming the walkie talkie back onto the coffee table, I yanked open the door as Kohen chuckled loudly from behind. “That’s her, isn’t it?”
Ignoring him, I shoved through the doors and made my way back down the long corridor. My boots slapped against the puddles on the ground until I reached the next door that opened out to the cells, swinging it wide open to the loud banshee screams of a woman. Fuck! I covered my ears with my palms and walked through the small puddles of watered-down blood near the drainage. The cells themselves weren’t bad, but outside was built for murder.
Cell four.
Pulling out my keys, I jammed the right one into the lock and swung it open, launching straight for Hadley with a grip around her throat. I shoved her up against the wall with one hand, her head smacking and colliding with concrete, but instead of a cry, she laughed.
“Let me out of here, Keaton.” Her eyes searched mine, and I wanted to rip her head off for bringing weird shit to the surface inside of me. “Or have you forgotten who my daddy is?”