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

Elita jumps from the table and without hesitation runs towards the hall.

God dammit, she’s going to get the girl.

I throw him so his head hits the corner of the table and knocks him unconscious. I position the chair in a way for it to appear he tripped. I don’t want the police to investigate why this man is knocked out. Hopefully, they take the bait. Rule it an accident. If not, I must call Commissioner White. I really don’t want to have to deal with that headache.

My fast pace brings me to the door of the basement. It’s still dark. She’s like a bull, running headfirst into danger. At least turn on the light.

I do.

Just in time to see her reach for the blindfold on the poor woman. I’m there before she takes it off. My hand stopping hers. She looks up to me, anger flashing in her eyes.

I shake my head. “She can’t see us.”

Her mouth goes hard. I know she’s fuming, but she must understand. We can’t be here when the cops come. There’s no time for human law, with what’s at stake.

“It’s ok,” she says to the woman who is bound to a post. I avert my eyes not wanting to degrade her even more as she sits naked and bloodied on the floor. “It’s over. You’re safe now.” Her voice is soft and calming.

The woman’s cries are muffled by the gag over her mouth.

Elita works at taking it off.

The sirens grow louder. We are running out of time.

I take over and easily tear the gag in two. Her cries turn into howls.

“We have to go,” I say.

When her wet eyes meet mine, and I see the tears trailing down her cheek, it hits me right in the gut. I grab her in my arms and in a haze, fly her back to the car.

Once I get there, I open the passenger side door. Easing her to her feet. I hold on to her until she stops swaying.

“I… I don’t feel -” she says. Then goes limp, and for a second time. She is unconscious in my arms.

Gently, I lay her in the front seat and strap her in.

Getting in the driver’s seat, I hear multiple loud sirens. I watch in the rear-view as two police cars are pulling into the long drive. In no time, this place will be swarming with police.

I start the car and forgo turning on the headlights. I don’t need them, and it will be better to stay unnoticed.

With Elita peacefully resting next to me, I drive us back to the hotel.

Ten minutes from the hotel I get my phone from my pocket and call Broderick. He answers on the second ring.

“Leo,” he says.

“Are you at the hotel?” I ask.

“Yes. The kid keeps asking for her. Everything ok?”

“It is now.” I still can’t believe how this night turned out.

“Where are you?”

“Nearly back. I need Doc at the suite in ten minutes.”

“Done. Leo, what’s happened?”

“What has happened is we have a real Nancy Drew here. She ran off and chased a murdering rapist.”

Silence.

“Exactly,” I say.

“What do I tell the boy?”

“She’s fine. Too much adrenaline is all. She fainted after I ran her to the car. Just need the doc to check her over as a precaution.”

“Fair enough.” It’s not uncommon for humans to pass out after their first time at those speeds. It can take some time to get used to.

“Oh and Broderick, have Lucas monitor the police scanners. I need to know the outcome of the arrest at Hayborough.”

“Done.”

I look over at Elita as she rests, her long hair framing her delicate face. At the next set of lights, I adjust her seat for her comfort. She smells of vanilla and it brings a smile to my lips.

“One more thing?” I add, “Get the boy ready. I can’t take any more chances. Tonight, I will enslave him.”

“Will do.” He hangs up.

She makes me lose my senses too easily. Whether from the hit of desire or from anger at her carelessness. Even though I have known for so long to expect the mark to come to me, I had no idea this would be the package it was to be delivered in. She is my destiny.

That must be the reason I have the overwhelming sense of protection over her, or lust. Whatever this feeling is, it must be because of that.

I’m aware she’s one of the most gorgeous women I have seen, but I am not one to get attached or intrigued by human women. I have had my fair share yes, but I find her utterly fascinating.

Most of my existence I have been feared or respected. It’s not often anyone talks to me as freely as she does. I know she senses my power and the potential danger. She simply does not care.

Her words flood back. She will not let me have her fear. So much pain in her eyes. So much strength. But why? What has her life been like? There’s not much information on her. The file came back slim from the background check. She was born on the outskirts of Victoria, her mother only listed on her birth certificate. She was enrolled in the public school at Portland, then enrolled at a school in Tanunda in South Australia when she was eight. Living with a Franziska Gottschalk. A relative maybe? It’s unclear. She has no social media. No digital imprint except for a picture on a dating website. My body tenses at the thought.

I pull the car into the underground carpark and swipe my access pass at the monitor. The boom gate opens, and I drive straight into my reserved space near the private access lift. Finally, I have her home safe.

The elevator pings and the doors open to the penthouse. The boy runs towards me.

“Oh my god, what did you do to her?”

My eyes narrow, holding her in my arms. The thought he would think I’d harm her, adds to