Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
It didn’t take long for me to understand that Con wasn’t progressing in this fight against the woman. He wasn’t losing, but he wasn’t winning, either.
It was obvious he didn’t want to hurt her, and in the next five seconds, that showed when the woman pulled out another knife and plunged it straight into Con’s shoulder.
Con didn’t even yell, he just calmly continued to fight as if he didn’t have a blade the size of my forearm embedded into his flesh, and coming out the other side.
Then another form appeared from the darkness. This time the form turned into the same woman I’d seen yesterday, Con’s apparent ex-wife. And she was moving directly toward the scuffle.
I, of course, tried to interrupt her, but I moved too slow, and only met her in time to be thrown back by a vicious punch straight to the face.
A knife clattered to the ground—the one that’d been in Con’s shoulder—and I dove for it.
The fighting that was going on above my head was moving too fast for me to see. Everything, that is, but their feet.
Apparently they weren’t moving them at the same speed as the rest of their body, because the next thing I did was plunge the knife into the very first shoe that I knew wasn’t a man’s.
The woman that it belonged to screeched, but she couldn’t move without actually ripping her foot to get the knife out. Which she didn’t do.
It was enough for Con to take care of business, finally, and knock her out cold.
The other woman didn’t go down as easy, and I realized that it was Con’s ex-wife.
She was pissed. And by pissed, I meant really pissed.
She was biting, scratching, screaming, and altogether very unhappy.
And Con took it.
He blocked, dodged, and directed her movements, but he didn’t hit her back.
I got up to my feet, ignoring the way my face felt funny and the fact that I couldn’t see out of one eye, and reached for the long strands of hair that were flying everywhere.
The moment I had them in my hands, I yanked, pulled, and lifted my knee. The move was enough to direct her head down toward my knee.
The moment the two body parts made contact, I heard a crunch, then the body that was holding itself up wasn’t any longer.
She fell to the ground at my feet, and I looked up, trying not to cry at the way everything started to hurt all at once.
“Holy shit.”
That was Bradford.
I flipped him off.
“You’re under arrest…”
That’s when I started to imitate a harpy.
EPILOGUE
I like long naps and I cannot lie.
-Coffee Cup
ACADIA
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” I held my hand out to shake it.
Adelaide took it, grinning wildly at me. When she arrived, I had no clue, but now that she was here, I was relying on her to get this figured out.
Con being here among all of this was just waiting for trouble.
“It’s nice to finally meet Con’s heartbeat,” Adelaide said smoothly.
I blushed.
“Uhhh, thanks,” I stammered. “Do you have any ideas on what to do here?”
Adelaide’s eyes were almost violet in color, and she looked nothing like her brother.
Where Fox was tall, dark, handsome, and foreboding, Adelaide was an almost white blonde with skin the color of milk, eyes the color of a rare gem, and a constant smile on her face.
“I have lots of plans, yes,” she said. “But the first one is getting Con out of there before he kills everyone inside.”
“I tried to use my authority to get them out, but I was voted out in the emergency meeting as being biased and unwilling to stand on the side of the law,” Corbin said glumly. “The man that took my place is a complete imbecile and doesn’t deserve to be sitting on my chair, let alone taking up a mantle of power that protects this city from little shitheads like him.”
“It was because of who his mommy is,” Nash grunted. “Not to mention that Bradford is his brother.”
“Like that’s not suspicious,” I grumbled. “Did they forget that he used to work on the sides of the vampires?”
Nash looked at me. “He hasn’t taken a case for any of the vampires,” he corrected. “I thought it odd at the time, but he only helped me work out the case. He never helped me try them. On his end, he looked like he was working with me, but only to gather information rather than actually defending the vampire race.”
I growled under my breath.
“They have no evidence to hold him, seeing as you’re right here,” Adelaide butted in. “What I’m going to get you to do is file a grievance.”
And that was how I’d ended up in the middle of a police station that I used to work at only a few short days ago, yelling at the top of my lungs.