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

The woman’s cries have subsided in my head, there’s soft whimpering. And I will it to cease even more. I need my wits about me.

I stop walking just as I enter the kitchen space, waiting patiently.

“Thank you,” Leo says coming to stand next to me. “They shouldn’t be too long. We appreciate your help.”

“Not a problem, buddy,” he says over his shoulder. “You want one, too?”

“No thank you, I’m good,” Leo says.

The man turns and continues with the tea.

Leo peers down at me and mouths, “You ok?”

I nod.

His intense blue eyes burn holes in me as he whispers, “You don’t look it. You’ve paled.”

That’s not surprising since I feel as though I could pass out at any moment. Again.

“I’m fine,” I whisper back.

“I don’t get much company here.” Trevor turns and interrupts us. He strides in holding two cups. He nods to the table and we follow. “You are welcome to stay and wait until they come. It normally takes a while up here.”

“That’s nice of you,” Leo says. “Have you lived here long?”

Trevor hands me my drink.

Long enough to have a dozen bodies buried in the back.

My hands slip as I try to grip the cup, almost spilling the tea.

“Sorry,” I say, looking down.

“A while,” Trevor says. He walks to a chair and sits.

I need to get control of this situation. The cries are creeping their way back in. She is begging to die, for it to be over. She can’t take it anymore. My vision fades in and out. I blink hard until it comes back.

What is wrong with her? She looks familiar. She’s hiding something. Maybe she knows. Maybe she knows that slut downstairs. Car trouble. That’s very convenient. She looks white as a ghost.

Crap. I lift the tea to my lips and urge my shaky hands to settle. My grip tightens as I take a sip and swallow. How the fuck am I meant to act normal, with such atrocities in my head?

“Don’t mind me,” I say. “I’m feeling a little queasy. Morning sickness.” I smile.

It seems to fit, one reason for me to look sick like I do. Hopefully that’s enough to appease his concerns.

“Are you ok, sweetie?” Leo rubs my shoulders, playing the supporting boyfriend perfectly.

“Yeah.” I smile at him. He may sound concerned, but I can see in his eyes there is something else. “The tea is helping,” I say to Trevor holding it up.

Trevor’s eyes dilate as he watches me like the dangerous predator that he is. Pregnant. I have never had a pregnant woman before. That could be fun. I could kill two in one. Oh, I could drive my knife right in her stomach and watch the blood from between her legs flow. Oh, I want her. I want her bad.

I freeze.

Oh. Fuck.

Enough is enough. How long am I expected to sit here and watch her suffer? What the hell did he just think? Elita has no idea I know about her abilities, and she certainly hasn’t told me. But watching her across from this piece of shit, sitting through this torture is driving me insane.

If I had it my way, this man would be dead. This ordeal would be over and her back safe and sound in my penthouse.

Instead, I need her to realise she can trust me. To do that, I have to follow her now and support this ridiculous plan, which still infuriates me. If the boy hadn’t of called her. She would be here by herself right now.

First thing’s first, I need to stop her from face-planting on the table, she’s five seconds away from doing just that. Her heart rate is so fast, I take her hand in mine under the table. Expecting resistance. I’m suprised when her grip tightens, and clenches my hand for support. Whatever he’s thinking must be bad; I could only imagine.

Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the tears welling up. I want to fly across the table and rip his head off. This woman in front of me would have to be one of the strongest I have ever met. And I’ve met a lot of women.

I squeeze her hand in return. I want her to understand she is in absolutely no danger. That, I can guarantee.

“What brings you out this way? You seem like city folk,” the man asks.

“We’re just travelling to my house at the coast for the weekend,” I say. I don’t want her to have to converse with him any longer.

Elita looks down at the table. Anger boils inside me. I can’t help stop what she’s hearing. Whatever she took off at the car seems to help her control it. I could go back quickly and get it for her. But there’s no way I’ll risk one second of her, alone with this man.

“What’s your name?” He looks straight at Elita.

“Jessica,” she looks up, and I’m surprised at the strength in her voice. She is an anomaly.

“Jessica,” he repeats. He does not even attempt to hide the desire in his voice. Now I will rip his head off.

No, Leo, you need to calm down. She should not have to see something like that. I can come back and find him after he’s arrested. That’s it. Wherever he ends up, I will make sure I’ll be the one to end him, as soon as it can be arranged.

This helps appease my simmering anger. For humans, I know that taking a life is life changing. For me, I don’t feel bad one bit. Removing someone like Trevor from this world is a privilege.

Her breathing is slowing, and her grip is loosening. I can sense she is struggling to stay with us. Just a little longer.

Finally, in the distance I hear the sirens. It’s faint. We have about five minutes before cops start banging down the door.

I release her hand. In an instant, I’m behind him. Pulling him up by his shirt, I hear a whiny scream. That’s right