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

stop me, they’d meet my pike. Understandably, that’s not the most productive way to live life. And nowadays less socially unacceptable. Blending in is how we operate. A hand slaps my back.

“It’s one hour until sunset. Then we can go up,” Broderick says.

I nod.

Every minute has been crucial. We know someone’s trying to kill her. There were three men that raided the office. They blew it up wanting her dead. Will they be back?

Making me more furious is the cop guarding the door. The kid’s by her side and been feeding me information.

Their bond is special and unique. They’re family, not friends. I see my mistakes now. If anything would have happened to him, I’d have lost her forever. Now, he sits by her bedside because I failed.

A car screeches coming down the ramp, too fast for where we are. I recognise the black strips of the mustang and it stops aggressively in front of me. Two doors open.

“I got it.” Lucas jogs to us. Holding up her amulet. My muscles relax for the first time since I heard the bomb.

“Get it up there, now. Room 231.” I’m already making the call to the kid.

This has to work.

My phone rings. It’s been forty-five minutes since the amulet was put back on her. She hasn’t improved. Times almost up. Five minutes and there is nothing stopping me from entering the building.

“You got to play it smart, Leo.” Broderick checks his phone. “We don’t have the clearance yet.”

“There’s a time for smart. And a time to do what’s necessary. I will decide once I see if their protection is enough.”

“We have our men up there, too,” he says.

“Hutchins has the witch doctors at the hotel waiting. And they need her to make an assessment.”

“Doesn’t seem like the necklace worked. Topher says she’s still out of it.”

“Yes. But her vitals have improved, slightly. It’s just not enough. Something else is wrong.”

Our watches beep in unison.

Sunset.

My finger pushes the button to the elevator in an instant. The door opens and Broderick is already by my side. The human team still running, not fast enough to keep up. They will have to take the next one.

“Not gonna lie, I’m looking forward to seeing this cop,” Broderick says. I can hear the smirk on his face through his voice.

“Hmph.” Somehow, I have a feeling this might not go smoothly. As always, a girl turns men into stumbling idiots and archaic barbarians. Or maybe that’s just me because I was born in 540 B.C.

Once the elevator stops on our floor, we walk through the passageway to her ward, at a human’s pace. I spot my men stationed at the entrance and positioned through the hall. I know her room straight away, and who Brian is. The one with his arms crossed in a black fitted t-shirt and jeans looking like a bouncer, not law enforcement. The only thing giving him away is the detective ID badge hanging around his neck. I don’t like him one bit, and I don’t have to make up a justifiable reason. He walked away from her. So to me he has zero intelligence.

His eyes look up when the kid moves past him, coming out from her room, trying to get to me first.

He sees me and uncrosses his arms. Standing staunch in front of the door.

I don’t break stride.

“Move,” I say as I approach.

“Yep, this is gonna end well,” Broderick mumbles behind me.

“Who the fuck are you?” His hand pushes on my chest, stopping my entrance.

“None of your business. Now move.” I look him straight in the eye.

“I don’t know who you think you are, hotshot. But.” He lifts his ID badge higher. “I asked you a question. Who are you?”

I hear him, what he said and his tone. But my eyes are searching over his shoulder until they finally land on her. My heart aches, her body still lifeless. What’s happening to her? Her vitals all look good, all in the healthy range, but she’s still unconscious.

“Did you hear me?” the cop says.

I look back to him.

“I’m a friend,” I say, answering his dumb question.

“Bullshit. She’s only got one friend, and he’s right there,” he nods to the kid.

“It’s true.” He shrugs. “But it’s true what he says, too,” he says to Brian. “We’re staying with him; he’s her friend.” Giving away too much information. His not as polished and trained as her. I can see where the two need each other to balance off.

This is ridiculous.

“Is she under arrest?” I ask. “Is she in the ICU? Do you have any right stopping me from going in there? No, you don’t. So, hotshot,” I spit out. “Get the fuck out my way before I move you myself.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” The kid steps between us. Just as the dumbass was about to do something he was definitely going to regret.

Using the distraction, I dodge past both of them, straight to her. I pick up her hand and feel the warm blood pulsing through her veins. It’s what I needed to quell the urgency that was threatening to ravage my soul.

Footsteps follow me in. I look over her monitors and swipe her chart, running through her notes.

“What? Are you a fucking doctor, too?” the cop asks.

Ignoring him, I continue reading. I’m over two thousand years old. I’d have to be pretty fucken lazy if, in that time, I don’t at least know how to read a medical chart.

When I grabbed her hand, it was stiff and tense. Her eyes are open and she is blinking but there is nothing there. A void. They’ve administered morphine. Her scans showed her pain receptors were extremely high. It’s lucky they tested. She’s unconscious, they’d have never known.

That means she’s been in pain all this time. And if the pain medication she’s been given won’t help because it’s not a human cause. They wouldn’t even know. She needs to be in the hotel for treatment. The hospital is out of the question, she’s not