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

give me the information the old fashion way. If I survive this prophecy, I will come back stronger and less emotional.

Her entire demeanour changes when I mention my mark.

Her eyes grow wide. Scared?

Interesting.

“This wasn’t part of the deal.” She grabs my arm again and I pull it away like it burns. “Listen, you were never part of the deal. And if you being here now somehow stops my payments, I am going to be pissed.”

“Payments? What payments?” It dawns on me what she means. It wasn’t a coincidence she left me right before they came. Did.... Did she sell me to them? Did she sell an eight-year-old girl, to a group of men?

She couldn’t be that evil.

Could she?

“Do you mean the payments from the men that came to the house when you left?” I don’t recognise my icy voice.

“It’s not what you’re thinking. What do you take me for?” she spits out.

Does she really want me to answer that?

“Look, please.” Her hands grasp mine. “Don’t do this to my children, don’t bring your troubles here. I took the money that was promised to me. I did my job. You weren’t ever part of the deal. I am sorry but don’t punish my innocent children.”

Slowly. I peel her hands off mine, as her tears fall.

I take a step back.

Irina hiccups through a sob. Why is she crying, for the love of her children, other children? Guilt?

“Please, just leave. Go. Please just go,” she wails.

I take another step back.

The vision of her as she so desperately pleads for me to go is now burned into my brain.

I’m on autopilot, not in control of my body. My mind is empty. I’m empty. There’s nothing else for me here. Pulling down my big dark shades over my eyes, I turn.

I don’t look at anything other than the black door to the car I came from.

There’s movement, legs walking. Even voices, but nothing is penetrating. I know the plan now. We had gone over it early this morning and again before we entered Victoria.

So, I know when the car speeds off, Leo, and I are on our own. I won’t have to see the pity looks from the guys. Or acknowledge what happened. I don’t even know where I’m going. Only Broderick and Leo do. The last time I was in this exact situation was when Irina left me alone, and now I know why.

She sold me.

In the car, I lay my head back and wish we were already there.

“If you think you can handle it, we can ditch the car and we can be there in a few minutes?” Leo asks, reading my mind.

“Yes. Please,” I say without lifting my head or opening my eyes.

That’s all he needs to hear.

This time I close my eyes and let my body slip into unconsciousness. I wake when he whispers my name in my ear, still in his arms.

“Elita.” Leo gives me a gentle squeeze.

I open my eyes.

He still hasn’t let me go. The rush of the travel and being so close to him, has me at a loss for words. It’s hard to take my eyes away from his.

Maybe this is how he enslaves people.

With that reminder, I step out from his arms. It’s then I’m thrown back into my reality and the events of what just happened.

He lets me go.

“I need to get our things, don’t move from here, ok?”

I nod, surveying the room.

My hair blows in the wind as Leo flies past me. For an immortal who cannot go in the sunlight, it surprises me why there are always so many windows where he lives.

What doesn’t surprise me is the drinks tray in the corner of the room. My brain doesn’t even have to think about it. I make my way to the bottle of amber liquid that’s a staple anywhere Leo goes.

Time to find out what it tastes like.

Just as I finish pouring the drink and put the glass to my lips, the door flies open. Leo appears with our duffel bags.

He looks to where I was, but it doesn’t take long for him to find me in the corner. Long enough, though, that I already have downed my first shot.

“Um...” he raises a brow.

“Nope, don’t even try it.” I pour again.

“It won’t help.” He drops the bag on the floor.

I roll my eyes. Nothing will help. Does he think I’m stupid? I just don’t want to feel. Not this. Not the pain, the disappointment, more importantly, the anger.

And the anger is fire, burning through me.

I down the shot again, clenching the empty glass in my hand.

Who does she think she is to treat me like that? To treat anyone like that. How can I have come from her? She would never love me. I didn’t stand a chance. Is that what is in my future, is that in my blood? Would I do the same? I already don’t like people, maybe because I’m just like her.

She sold me.

No.

No way. I am nothing like that. My eyes brim with unshed tears. I pour again. This time a smaller portion as my stomach already burns.

I down it.

But it doesn’t fade. The anger is there, and I can’t do anything to suppress it.

“Throw it.” Leo still hasn’t moved.

“What?” I snap and cannot muster an ounce of kindness in my voice.

He nods to the glass.

I look to the glass in my hand, my veins protruding and my fingers going white.

“Throw it.” I look back to Leo as he urges again.

My breathing is heavier, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my anger seeps out of my pores.

“Throw it!” he says louder.

I do.

The glass smashes, pieces rupture against the wall coming back to me with force but not quite reaching me.

Astonishingly, it feels great.

“Let it out, Elita.”

I do. Whatever is in my path is up for my destruction. The other glass standing there on its own on the table, the vase by the three-seater lounge overlooking the wooden fireplace.

I tear the room apart; what I