Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) Penny Knight (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📖

veins, I lunge to the backseat and open my backpack. With fumbling hands, I find the burner phone and flick off the back cover to remove the battery. Opening the centre console, I find one of the pre-paid sim cards that has been set up with a fake account already and try to insert it in the small slot. My fingers aren’t cooperating and I’m struggling when Leo reaches for the phone.

“Here.” He takes it from me and effortlessly replaces the card, then hands it back.

“Thanks,” I say and I dial the police.

I try hard to give all the information to the police where they believe there is imminent danger to the woman’s life without going into detail. I pretend I’ve been spotted and hang up abruptly, so they understand the severity of the situation and I pray that I’ve done enough to convince them to act quickly. They said they were sending a patrol car as soon as possible, but I can’t know when that will be. As soon as the call finishes, I remove the battery and sim and throw it in the console. I’ll get rid of it later.

Jumping out of the car, I slam the door. “We have to go back.”

“Why? You’ve done all you can. By the way you handled that call, the police will be here very soon.”

“Yeah, but not soon enough. We need to go back and make sure he doesn’t hurt her again.”

“We can’t be here when the cops come.”

“I know, it’s just...” I look back toward the house. I can’t leave her alone there. “We can pretend we need help.” I turn back to Leo. “Ask to use the phone or something?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea.” His brow furrows.

“You have super hearing, yeah?”

He nods.

“Well, when you hear the sirens, we’ll leave. They won’t see us.”

His eyes go to the house. I know he’s considering it.

“I’m going. You can stay if you want.” I turn and don’t wait for his answer.

“Dammit.” He’s right beside me as I run towards the house.

When we get closer to the front door, the sensor light flicks on. There’s no sound from the woman I heard before, and I just pray we’re not too late. My shaky hand knocks on the wooden door. Pathetic, it barely registers a sound, my nerves getting the best of me. I try again, and at least this time I don’t sound like a two-year-old.

The door creaks open and the man from the store peers through the small crack.

Who the hell are you? I hear him think first. “Can I help you?” he asks as he looks me up and down. Well hello pretty lady, mmm.

My jaw clenches. “Hi, sorry to interrupt.”

Anytime, you dumb unlucky woman. You have no idea where you have just landed, his thoughts breaking my concentration.

I don’t know if I can do this. What was I thinking?

“Um... ah...” I shake my head. “We’re having some car troubles up the road. We’ve lost phone service and were just wondering if we could use your landline?” I finally get out.

Car troubles. Hmmm. How unlucky you are to end up at my doorstep. A whore. All by yourself. Must be my lucky day. Wait, did she say we?

“We?” he asks.

“Yeah, me and my boyfriend. It shouldn’t take too long.” I can’t believe how grateful I am that Leo is with me.

A boyfriend? Where is he? The door opens wider and so do his eyes when he sees Leo. Fuck me, he is a big fellow. I don’t need this trouble. Just get this over with.

“Ok, sure,” the man says.

“Thank you,” I say, stepping throught the threshold, Leo’s warmth behind me calming my nerves.

“Thank you, Mr...?” Leo asks, as he extends his hand to shake the man’s. I don’t know why he did that; I have constant bile wanting to rise from my throat just being in close proximity to him. Let alone touching him. Then I remember Leo hasn’t heard this monster’s thoughts.

“Trevor, you can just call me Trevor.” He shakes his hand.

Help, please. Who are you? Please don’t leave me here. He is a monster. Please. Please. Help. Help. The woman’s cries ring out.

She’s close. I look to Leo then Trevor and both appear not to have heard her screams. They can’t hear her, so she’s definitely thinking. And if she isn’t screaming for help that leaves one answer. She’s gagged.

I have to help her.

Her cries are still ringing in my head, pleas for help and worse. I concentrate on the direction of the calls as we follow the man through the hall, turning left into the dining room and away from her screams.

“Would you like some tea?” I faintly hear him ask, the woman’s tormented cries overpowering my head. I look towards the man and realise he’s waiting for me to answer. A quick glance around and I notice Leo’s gone. Panic creeps up my spine. He must notice. “He’s making the call,” he says pointing to the hall.

I’ve missed a whole interaction. I need to get this woman’s thoughts out of my head.

“Actually, yes. Thank you.” I smile. “Tea would be nice.”

You’re a ditsy one, aren’t you? Just like those whores at school who didn’t even bother looking in my direction. I could give you something much better than tea, but I doubt that boyfriend of yours would be ok with it. Look at those juicy lips. Yum.

It’s getting harder to keep the bile down. Light dots are forming in my vision and I’m lightheaded.

“Not a problem, I’ll just put on the kettle.” He smiles, his dark brown eyes staring at me.

If I wasn’t able to hear his thoughts, I would just have thought he was a plain man. Nothing out of the ordinary. The house is spotless. It has an old school style, not updated to the times. Walking past the dining table, I spot pictures of him and an older woman on the mantle with many innate ornaments lining it. There doesn’t seem to