Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Yes, it is. He hasn’t told you, has he?”
“Told me what?”
“Female children are very rare for them. You most likely will only bear sons.”
“Oh, now that’s some irony for you. Wait, so it’s not impossible, just highly unlikely?”
“It would have to be Tanrı’s will. It’s considered a gift of the most high when he grants it.”
“How do you know this?”
“It was in the scrolls when I was looking…”
She trails off, but I know what she was going to say. When she was looking for a way to take my place. I think fast to change the subject. This is the most she’s spoken to me in days.
“It’s going to be so weird. Going from being single with no children to having a mate and three infants.”
“You will do well. Knox will be lucky to have you. They all will.”
“Thanks. I hope you’re right.”
“Hey, you,” Lee Ann says as I walk into the temple.
She’s sitting in the center of the crest that’s engraved in the middle of the room with a book in her lap. As I get closer, I realize it’s the book with the prophecy.
“Hey,” I say as I look around. This place is almost identical to the temple from the past. I would think I was in the same place if I didn’t know any better.
The sconces on the walls, the engraving on the floor and walls, the moss and foliage growing—all of it throws me back in time to when I watched Venus and her sisters first step into that cave.
“Almost feels the same too, doesn’t it?” Lee Ann asks knowingly.
“Yeah. Kind of eerie, right?”
“A little. Come, I want to show you something.”
I lower to take a seat beside her. She places the book in my lap. I look down at the page and take in a sharp breath. It’s the page with the missing passage, but the passage is no longer missing.
I look back up at her. “But how?”
She shrugs. “When Reilly told me about it, I had this feeling like I needed to get my hands on the book myself. When I did, the text appeared.”
I look back down at it and read what it says. I shake my head in disbelief. This isn’t what I was expecting.
“They wanted to kill them?” I whisper.
“Yes, it was suggested. Unlike their mother’s kind, they were still immortal. The curse hadn’t affected them the same. I believe they feared Reilly. Even then, he was powerful and unpredictable.
“However, Tanrı wasn’t going to allow them to kill his sons. So, in addition to agreeing not to interfere in their fates, he agreed to make blessed iron their one weakness,” she explains.
I sit lost in thought. I’ve seen what blessed iron can do to one of them. They use it to harness their powers, but I can’t help wondering if someone could find a way to use it against them. My stomach drops.
“Bradan isn’t healing. He and Taylor just returned. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“Shit, Reilly mentioned that someone has been buying up all the blessed iron. There was talk of blacksmiths and alchemists as well.
“It’s a good thing we will all be connected soon. We will need to stay on point.”
Kendrick
I enter the clubhouse with a smile on my face. I have total confidence in the play I’ve made. Granted, I should have seen it sooner, but now that I have, I know what needs to be done.
I stiffen as I feel my brother’s agony. Without a word to Dagger and Rock, I leave them behind and go to the infirmary. I find Taylor outside the infirmary door on the floor, curled into a tiny ball with her eyes glowing as Billy holds and rocks her.
Ardan is pacing with a scowl on his face. The healers are standing in the hall, wringing their hands as they stare at the closed door. Bradan’s screams draw my attention. I rush inside to see what’s going on.
“Fuck me,” Bradan growls as his back bows off the bed.
Reilly is standing across the room, weaving his hands before him. He drops his hands to his sides. His face is filled with frustration and concern. Bradan’s body drops back to the bed with a thud.
“Don’t stop. I can take it. Keep going,” he says through his teeth.
“What’s going on?” I demand.
“He’s not healing because there’s blessed iron embedded in him.”
“Bitch shot me with something. It was like the fucking buckshot of a gun or some shit,” Bradan grinds out. “I’m gonna rip her fucking head off when I find her. Her and that motherfucker with her.”
“I can get it out, but it’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker and I have to be careful not to pull his powers with it.”
“Where’s Little Bit? Is she all right?”
“Taylor is right outside. She looks like she’s fine. Worried, but fine,” I say.