Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The front door had been dislodged and splintered. Maybell had crashed her SUV into it. Thankfully, everyone looked okay.
“Oh, Maybell…” Luckily, I hated that door.
STARK
“Roman, you have to get me out of here,” I said.
“Pfft. Why would I do that?”
“You and I both know I am not Masie’s enemy.” I loved her. I protected her as much as I could. I pulled every string possible without crossing the line because I could not become her savior. If I tried, she would probably die.
“Sorry, bruh, but I vowed allegiance to her,” Roman said.
“Exactly,” I argued. “And helping me is keeping that vow. You do not understand the threat we are under.” A group of humans had figured out what made our blood special and how to extract the ingredient from us. Imagine squeezing a very large lemon just for a few seeds.
Animals!
They were about to sell the IP to the highest bidder, but unlike with the other remedies for fatal diseases, these investors planned to market the product. Not keep it hidden. “VampuCure. Live forever in the light.” Bleh!
This meant that vampires were sitting ducks on my island. It would only be a matter of time before humans found the place—an ingredient goldmine. And, unfortunately, five hundred thousand vampires were not enough to fend off what was coming for them. Humans had the advantage of the daytime. If they wanted to survive, they had to run. Disappear. Blend into the shadows like never before. We would need help from the other covens still hidden around the world.
I had to figure out a plan.
At the same time, Masie, Anna, could not lose her power. To tell the vampire world she’d made a mistake—that going into exile on the island might not have been the best choice—would derail her rule, her faith in herself. Yet I could not step in and take over like I’d done before in her past lives.
“Please, Roman. I have never begged for anything since my master died five hundred years ago. Give me blood to heal my legs and let me out.”
Roman chuckled. “Not a chance, Benedict Eggs.”
He strutted away.
“It is Benedict Arnold, you buffoon!”
I sank into the damp, dark corner of my cell with only one bar on my phone. This disaster was of my making, and the way I saw it, I only had one last move left.
Dear Supernatural Enquirer,
My name is Montgomery Stark, and I am a prisoner in the vampire queen’s dungeon…
TO BE CONTINUED…