Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I’ve got bandages and bruises all over that I can see, and I can’t put much pressure on my right leg, but I have to find Kashton. Did they kidnap me? The last thing I remember was lying on the floor in the cathedral, bleeding out, with a gun pointed at my face.
Tying off the gown in the front, I make it to the door.
Opening it up, I look left and right to see a dimly lit hallway. Nothing but concrete walls, but there’s a door at the end on the right. I have a moment of panic that it’s Dollhouse. That they dragged me here and Kashton is being tortured in another room.
Everything was for nothing. I refuse to let them get away with this. What has Kashton done? I’m the one who was killing Lords. I’m the one who reported the video to Bill, alerting him to the fact that Haidyn was trapped in Dollhouse by Isabella. That led to the halt of Dollhouse. No one else would want to run that hell.
My heart races as I let the door close behind me and lean up against the wall to help keep me upright. I could use my gun, but I didn’t see it anywhere. They must have stripped me naked and saved my life just to make me watch them take my husband’s.
After a second, I pull up the gown, trying to get a better look at why I’m so slow and out of breath. I see stitches in my thigh and more in my arm.
Have I been drugged? Was that what was in the IV? With a quick glance around the hallway, I don’t see any red bulbs.
How long have I been out? Did I save Kashton? Is he in the clear? What if everything I did was for nothing and they hurt him? I left my cell at Barrington, so I don’t have any way to contact him, and there wasn’t one in the room I woke up in.
I hear a phone ringing at the end of the hall on the other side of the only door. Pushing off the wall, I grit my teeth from the sharp pain that runs up my side and push on, dragging my right leg behind me.
I put my hand on the knob. Turning it softly, I push it open just enough to peer inside it.
“Hello?” I see a familiar face answer the cell that sits on a desk. What the fuck am I doing with him?
“I need you to come home.” I know that voice too. It’s Saint on the other end of the call.
“I can’t do that,” Adam says, falling into his chair. The top three buttons are undone on his button-down. He’s sans tie, sleeves rolled up, and he’s got a rag in his hands while cleaning off the blood that covers them.
“I don’t ask you for much. If anything,” Saint snaps, and then he lowers his tone. “But I need you. We all need you.”
“I’m sorry, Saint—”
“Haidyn has spent days in the basement. Days, Adam,” he growls. “If I have to hear that damn ‘Hallelujah’ song one more time, I’m going to cut my fucking ears off.” Saint sighs. “And I honestly don’t know what the fuck he’s doing down there because Kash killed most of our prisoners. We don’t have many left.”
Kashton. Thank God. He’s alive. Happy tears sting my eyes. He’s at Carnage. Safe. I can’t wait to see him. But if I’m not there, where am I? And why?
“Have Charlotte help keep him busy—”
“Charlotte is pregnant with triplets,” Saint growls. “She can barely get out of bed at the moment. The poor thing can’t even keep down saltines. She is not capable of keeping her husband busy right now.”
Adam runs his now somewhat clean hands through his hair aggressively, then looks over to the right and shrugs.
I push the door open just a tad bit more to see who he’s looking at, and it’s Bill sitting in a chair.
What the fuck is going on? I want to storm in, but something is telling me to stay quiet. Plus, my moves are sluggish already. Storming in is going to be a problem.
“It’ll be okay,” Adam assures him.
Saint snorts. “Kash is gone, Adam. Nothing here is okay.”
“What do you mean gone?” Adam sounds concerned, but his face doesn’t show it, causing me to frown.
“That’s why I’m calling you. After we buried Eve, he went fucking postal, Adam.”
Buried Eve? What the fuck is he talking about? I’m right here.
“Then he just left,” Saint goes on at Adam’s silence. “He packed a backpack and jumped on his bike. Haidyn tried to follow him, but he couldn’t keep up.”
“Find him,” Adam suggests, leaning back in his chair, getting comfortable.
“What the fuck do you think we’re doing?” Saint snaps. “He never replaced his tracker. Hell, for all we know he took a corner too fast and is lying dead in a ditch somewhere.” He lowers his voice. “Sin and Ryat have been looking for him for over a week.”