Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
He shakes his head. “Whoever it was, they’re long gone.”
Fuck! “Okay. Thanks for trying.”
“Of course.” He snorts and places his hands on his hips, and I notice he’s still naked. I’ve never met a modest Lord. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
I run a hand through my hair.
“Who do you think it was?” he asks.
“Could have been anyone,” I answer honestly.
Slapping my shoulder, he suggests, “Take her to Carnage for a couple of nights. Let me see what I can find out.”
“No—”
“It’s your best bet, Haidyn.” He interrupts me. “Carnage is the safest place for both of you.”
“They don’t know who she is,” I remind him through gritted teeth. Adam knows everything. He was the one I contacted when I found her SUV on the side of the road. He was the one who was able to find out the information that I couldn’t.
“Then don’t tell them,” he counters, making me huff. “No one needs to find out who she is. Just give me two days to figure out what happened, and I’ll let you know the moment I find something out.”
I nod, knowing he’s right. It’s not a coincidence that I just made her my wife, and someone broke into our house. One that very few know I own. “Okay.” I nod.
Entering the bedroom, I find her lying back in bed, the covers up to her neck, and her eyes staring up at me. She looks more alert now and sits up. Her eyes go to the door as I close it.
“How do you feel?” I ask, walking over to her side of the bed.
“I have a pounding headache,” she answers softly.
I push her hair from her face and cup her jaw gently turning her face to look at it. He managed to hit her pretty good. She’s got a bruise, but the skin isn’t split anywhere. Her nose was bleeding, but it’s stopped. “We’re going to go stay at Carnage for a couple of days,” I tell her.
She nods, not even bothering to argue or ask why. “I’ll get dressed,” she says and pushes the covers back as she gets to her feet. Before she can make her way to the bathroom, I grab her arm, bringing her to a stop, and gently kiss her forehead. Then I let her go.
SIXTY-EIGHT
CHARLOTTE
I’m so tired and have a pounding headache. My ears are still ringing. I packed a bag, and we were out of the house within ten minutes.
We pull up to Carnage, and as we enter, Saint and Kashton are already standing right inside. They pay me no attention. Haidyn had called them on our way, and they were way more concerned that we were attacked than the fact that Haidyn mentioned I was with him.
“I’ll meet you in the office,” he tells them both, and they turn, heading to the stairs. Haidyn places his hand on my shoulder and turns me to face him. Cupping my face, he kisses my lips tenderly. “Go up to my room and try to get some rest, okay?”
“How long will you be?”
“I don’t know.” He sighs, and I know that’s as good of an answer as I’m going to get.
“Okay.” I pull away and choose to use the elevator. I have one of Haidyn’s duffel bags over one shoulder and Muffin in my arm. I didn’t want to leave her behind, and Haidyn didn’t argue when I put some cat food in a to-go container, cleaned out her litter box, and grabbed some extra litter. Adam comes and goes, and I didn’t want to be here worrying about her there. And what if whoever broke in goes back, and she’s there all alone? I can’t take that chance.
I purposely kept my left hand shoved into Haidyn’s hoodie to hide my ring when we entered. I feel like there’s a reason Haidyn hasn’t brought me to Carnage and has chosen to hide out at his house. We’ve been forced to be here. I understand why, but I’m going to lay as low as I can.
I’m in the elevator, making my way up to Haidyn’s room while he’s in their office explaining what happened and trying to find out who is after him. Muffin jumps out of my hand just as the door slides open, and I go to run down the hallway after her.
I come to a stop when I see the door at the opposite end of the hall open, and Ashtyn steps out. Her dark hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top as if she was in bed and woken up. She looks the same as she did in the pictures and videos that the Lords sent me except her hair is a little darker.
“Hey there, pretty kitty.” She bends down and picks up my cat. “How did you get in here?” Ashtyn scratches between her ears, making her purr.