Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) by Penny Knight (good english books to read txt) 📗

trance and for once listens. Running out of the back door into the wilderness. This makes him laugh more.

“Silly little lamb,” he says.

“Milan.”. My voice calm and measured. “Leave now, while you still can.”

“What?” He cocks his head, “I have done nothing. Not one infraction. You can’t do shit.”

I step closer.

“Try me.” I grind out, my voice low. He’s right, the laws I abide by, the ones I am responsible to enforce, dictate he has broken none.

He chuckles.

Doesn’t mean today won’t be the day that changes. Let’s see if he’s as easy to anger as his dear old daddy.

“You think I don’t know what you and your washed-up father are planning?” I say and watch his playful eyes go dark. Good. I wanted to hit him in his sore spot.

“You know nothing,” he growls, his voice low.

“No, you’re wrong,” I smirk. “I know you believe your father’s lies. I think you mean I’m worried about nothing. You will not succeed. They never have. They never will. Why don’t you ask your dad what happens to traitors when they fail?”

His hand grips the sword tighter. Come on. Commit an infraction, anything I can use against him, I’ll take it. The need to crush him crawls inside me. It’s so overpowering I’m still reeling from what could have happened to her.

I see Broderick staying back past eyesight behind Milan, biding his time.

“You can’t keep her.” His eyes narrow.

“She is mine,” I say. No truer words were ever spoken. I will take the wrath of the Omni any day. If it means protecting her. One move that endangers her life, I won’t hesitate.

My eyes move for a split second where Elita is hiding behind a tall tree. But that’s all the time he needs. He spotted it, taking advantage of my distraction. His sword flies through the air and barrels through my torso. I grind my teeth as the fierce pain hits me.

Elita’s gasp filters through my ears. No doubt from the sword going all the way through.

I pull the handle of the blade. Inch by inch, I draw it out. Dislodging it from my ribs, my eyes now fixed on Milan.

“That’s an infraction.” I smile.

His grin grows wider. He’s enjoying the defiance against me. And I will enjoy ripping his head right off.

With that thought, we both take off.

Meeting in the air, I taste my first success. I land a hard punch to his upper ribcage and keep a hold of his right arm. The momentum of my powerful attack thrusts him back, causing his arm to dislodge from his joint. Dislocated. Not detached, unfortunately.

He grunts in pain.

I release his limp arm, and he falls to the ground, but only for a moment.

His good arm plows straight into my open wound. I hunch over. Releasing the pressure and the pain. His head comes up fast, crashing into mine sending me back a few paces.

His strength is impressive for a relatively new immortal. But I’m just getting warmed up and pain feeds the beast in me.

With a roar I attack again, but as I get to him, he’s gone. His scent dancing around until he’s at a distance in front of me with the boy in his arms.

Milan has the boy’s neck positioned to snap it.

“Go ahead,” I say. He’s of no use to me, and I can get to him as he makes the move.

“No!” Elita yells, her voice dripping with fear. My jaw clenches.

“Little lamb. Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sings.

“Elita. Stay. Back,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You could,” Milan says. “Or you can step out and I will save this scrawny puppet.” He squeezes the kid’s neck tighter, making a strangled noise from deep in his throat. “Or I end him now.”

“Ok, ok, take me instead.” She runs out from behind the tree.

It all happens so fast. I’m left with a lump in my throat as I see her in his arms, his gloating smile staring back at me.

Broderick had one task. To ensure she would be safe. No one could have expected her to give herself up.

He lowers his head and sniffs her hair.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says. His eyes on me as he holds her tighter. “We don’t really need her alive, and I’m more than happy to kill her in front of you.”

“Let. Her. Go,” I say.

“You are not in any position to give orders, now are you?” The cocky bastard boasts.

My mind ticks over as it deals with this situation. Why do they not need her alive? I don’t believe him. He needs to find a way out of here, with her. So, I need to stop him before he makes good on his threat.

Broderick is slowly stalking forward silently. Two against one are much better odds. Especially when it’s Broderick and I behind them.

My eyes stay focused on Elita.

“Come on little lamb,” he teases. “Show me what all the fuss is about.” He pulls on her hair.

Instead of fear, which should be present, anger flares in her eyes. I know because I have seen that look directed at me plenty of times. Her face tightens and her eyes narrow. She says nothing, but her eyes are now locked on mine.

Broderick is still advancing slowly.

“Oh no,” he says, moving one of his arms off Elita to point behind him, “tell your man to back off.”

I don’t react to what he says. My eyes have not left hers. She must have sensed his movement being momentarily weaker. She drops her entire weight from her feet and slips through his arms.

Smart.

That is all I need.

I fly and tackle Milan, our bodies flying into a thick tree. With the force of the speed it breaks in half, toppling to the ground with a thunderous boom. The trunk drawing a line between him and me.

“This isn’t over,” he says and disappears. Retreating from the fight, the coward. In a rage, I bend over and pick up the large tree trunk, throwing it after him, but