Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Energy vibrates from the corner of the room where the man is who is always silent. Watching. It’s almost like sound waves rolling into me from him and for a moment, I remain completely still.
Silent.
Warmth connects both of us together like an invisible vine of venom twisting and knotting and meeting in the middle. I step around the body, closing the distance. Holding Odin’s stare, my fingers wrap around the bottle of whiskey in his hands. A gesture. A silent agreement that all along, this man has been on my side. I didn’t know him for shit and hadn’t spoken two words to him, but I knew. I knew deep down that whatever or whoever he was, he was for her.
He nods silently, his fingers releasing the bottle and I bring it to my mouth, swirling a large gulp back, because she was missing. Gone.
I rest it down and glare at the entire room. “My mate has gone, and this Ministry is over.” A couple of people shuffle in their spot, and I know that once I leave the room, they’ll have words to say, but they won’t get the chance to. “I don’t give a fuck if you agree or if you don’t. If you fight me, I will kill you and every single person that you love.”
Someone clears their throat and my head snaps right to them, the veins around my eyes like spiderwebs as I try to tame the wild rage that is threatening to take over.
“Son.” My mother doesn’t even finish the next words when Sin steps in front of me, baring his teeth.
“Anyone got a problem with what my brother is saying...” Sinner turns his head over his shoulder, and I see the dimple in his cheek sink in when he smirks slightly at me before going back to the strangers in our home. “Then speak now or I’ll forever slaughter your peace.” Silence.
I keep my eyes on my mother, my jaw ticking. She studies my brothers before coming back to me. I watch as she slowly sinks into her chair, rolling her hand out as if to hurry, but I've said what I’ve said and right now, this shit isn’t what’s important to me.
Right now... I need to find London. Right after I find the little cunt that leaked who she was.
Twenty-Two
London
I reach out to the clouds, laughing loudly when the mist of rain residue dampens my palm. The sky is darker tonight because of Yemon, crimson red aggressively painted through the sky.
I inhale deeply, closing my eyes and squeezing the leather harness. Despite what just happened, I feel myself relax. My muscles release all of the anxiety and fear. When I open them again, the wings of the dragon slap against the air as he drives us forward. I reach out, my hand touching the tough scales of his long neck. “You saved me.” He continues to fly us forward, and I lean down, fatigue spiraling through the marrow of my bones. “Sleep.”
He huffs, and if I didn’t know... I’d say it was in agreement. With his wide body offering me a secure space to crawl forward, I rest my head against him and close my eyes. “Just for a second.”
“Oh my god!” I shove Ben playfully as I fall backwards onto my mattress, my hair fluffing up around my face. It was the night of my sixteenth birthday, and of course Ben was being Ben and not wanting me to go and explore the big bad world of high school partying. I think this is why my uncle liked him so much. Because deep down, even though Ben was far from a nerd, he just had a particular taste, and that taste would always be swallowed very quickly whenever I was in the picture. I used to feel bad for the girls he dated and slept with. They all knew that I was his priority, but as the years went on, I found myself thankful that I could be that person for him, or he most likely would have tripped and fell into Nick Cannon territory with his hundred kids.
“What? She was hot, wasn’t she?” He falls down onto my computer chair, resting his foot up on the side of my bed. I turn my head slightly, bringing my eyes to his.
“Yes, she was very beautiful but, Ben, she was a bully in middle school!” I widen my eyes at him, urging his memories to move to the frontal lobe of his brain.
He clicks his fingers together, leaning forward until his face is close to mine. “Right! The swim team, when she shoved that girl in two seconds before we started, all because she had heard that she was a threat.”
“That amongst other things.”
“Like the time I saved you from her library antics with the yogurt?” He raises a perfect eyebrow and I lose myself in him for a second. The only person outside of my uncle that I’ve truly felt connected to and comfortable around. I wish I made friends as much as friends wanted to make me, but the truth was that I wasn’t interested. He gave me everything I’d ever need in a friend and then some.