Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I say we run,” I told them, motioning toward the parking garage door, and we took off.
I checked over my shoulder. Sheila was making progress in pulling the gunk from her face, tearing it apart in a way that concerned me—after all, Daddy had just gotten a cut on his leg and it was brutal, but she was basically shredding Kryton. I couldn’t imagine why he would have sacrificed himself like that for us, but I’d have to sort that out later. Right now, we had to get the hell out of there so his sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain.
We rushed through the parking garage door, then down the stairwell. As we reached the third floor, we heard the top-floor door open. Fuck, she was right on us.
In my hurry, helping Roger down the stairs, I stumbled, tripping up and catching myself on the rail.
“You good?” Roger asked as he struggled with Eric down the steps.
For having been an ass to him in the café about aliens, and to now see that I was full of shit, he was being very thoughtful. My breath hitched as the adrenaline of the excitement caught up with me. “Yeah, I’m…”
As I regained my footing, a black mass appeared at my side.
Sheila.
She descended by her tail, gnashing her silver teeth. She growled before striking at me with one of her claws, just as the window on the opposite side of the stairwell exploded and something came shooting inside.
Not just something—a light-pink tentacle, a shade I immediately recognized.
Daddy!
He seized Sheila’s wrist, yanking her back and slamming her into the wall. He bashed her skull against it, the wall cracking, splitting open, before he dragged her outside.
“Holy hell…” a wide-eyed Eric muttered.
But I only had one thing on my mind.
I had to make sure she didn’t hurt Daddy.
24
DADDY
I dragged Sheila down to the alley by the parking garage, working to restrain her claws with my tentacles.
On the way into town, I’d been stressed out of my mind. I’d stayed in my Vorcon form because it was optimal for speed and I didn’t have any time to waste. I had to get to Twink before her. When I reached Main Street, a crowd had formed along the sidewalk. That is to say, up until they saw me and started racing away. I’d feared the worst—that as I neared, I would discover Twink’s frail human body shredded like paper across the café. But he wasn’t there, and a shrill cry alerted me that my ex was across the street in a parking garage. As I’d made my way to it, I shifted back into my natural body. Even though it wasn’t ideal for battling a Vorcon, it would be preferable to a male Vorcon that was intended to be dominated and forced into submission by a female. Retrieving the syringe from the backpack, I’d hurried alongside the building and began to climb when I saw Sheila in a stairwell with my Twink, and then I speedily kicked into action.
After we crashed against the pavement, I managed to gain hold of her ankles and a wrist, but she was quick with her free arm and nicked my tentacle that had nearly restrained it.
“There you are, you traitorous bastard!” she cried out in her native language.
“Sheila, it’s good to see you too,” I replied in kind, stabbing my syringe into her chest, but before I had an opportunity to pump her with the tranquilizer, she headbutted me.
Fuck.
As I recovered from the blow, she dislodged the syringe and chucked the damn thing. It clinked against the pavement. Fuck, I thought, struggling to keep hold of her as she slashed at me with her free claw.
We wrestled from the alley into the street. I used my free tentacle to retrieve another syringe but couldn’t find it straightaway. Where was it?
“Did you really think you could get away from me that easily and fuck with some lesser being? I will take him and terrorize him beyond anything you’ve ever seen. You’re my mate.”
“I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly, but I was thinking we should break up.”
I finally managed to secure her other wrist and locate the syringe, tucked in an inner pocket. Damn these human contraptions and their nonsensical workings.
“We’ll break up over my dead body!” she cried out.
With my tentacles now locked around her, she rushed backward, forcing me toward a car. Knowing the syringe was unlikely to survive impact, I hurried to pull it from the backpack, just in time before she threw me into the car, denting the vehicle and my back. The syringe went flying through the air.
Having gained an advantage, she was quick to repeat the attack.
“Daddy!” Twink called from across the street as he and his friends headed out of the stairwell entrance of the parking garage.
“It’s fine!” I called to him in his language. “Just having a discussion with my ex! But I need that syringe.”