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

It appeases nothing.

He’s gone. I let out a long, deep breath.

The troubles with the Uprising will only intensify, seeing they know about Elita and her importance. At least now I can put the call out on Milan. Something concrete to bring him in for. He was willing to make such a punishable move against me, knowing what the risk would be. They must have their sights firmly set on her.

This is not good news.

I look back and see her and the boy embrace, tears in her eyes as she holds him tight.

Her eyes meet mine and go from soft to hard.

Great.

I have no doubt done something again to anger her. Containing her now is going to be harder. She must realise the danger she’s in. I don’t understand her need to make this all harder for everyone.

This ends now.

This should have ended last night after what happened. At sunset she should have been back at the hotel, safe.

Fuck, I want to throw another tree. Short of ripping one from the ground, I can’t do that. Instead, I square my shoulders and march towards them.

Broderick steps in my path.

“Maybe you should cool down before you say or do something that makes this worse,” he says.

“Worse?” I growl. “Did you not see her offer herself to him? What is worse than that?”

He flinches. “Topher could not have called. He could have taken her. And we would not have had a chance to stop him.”

That was not the right thing to say. I feel the vein pulsing in my neck. How is that meant to calm me down?

“It’s best if I don’t talk to her right now,” I say. My mouth barely moving because my jaw is clenched so tight.

Broderick nods. “Smart choice.” His lips turn up in a smirk.

I crack my neck. I need to release this rage.

“We train when we get back,” I say.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “At least I can call Miriam to nurse me back to health tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “You will use any reason to get waited on.”

He laughs, “Well I wasn’t born into royalty like some.”

“Hmph.” Sometimes I wish I wasn’t, either. Best to keep that thought to myself.

“Let me do the talking, ok?” he says and raises his brows.

“Fine.”

He turns and I follow him towards the pair. They stand, leaning on the jacked up car. The boy did say they broke down. The back tyre is punctured and the rim hanging loose. They’ve done a good job in killing that wheel.

To combat my initial response of yelling at their lack of thought for their safety, I decide to do something useful. I stop in front of the tyre and undo the bolts.

“Umm,” the boy starts. I look up to him expectantly. “She doesn’t have a spare.” He points at Elita.

Her mouth drops open as she looks wide eyed at him.

“Snitch,” she sneers.

“You should be yelled at. Who doesn’t have a spare?” he argues back.

“Exactly,” I add, squeezing the bolt in my hand. What is she thinking?

“Oh. My. God. Priorities people.” She throws her hands up. “How about you fix that first?” She points at my ribs, her eyes darting back and forth from my abdomen to me.

I look down. Blood stains my shirt. My wound, that’s right.

I lift my shirt to inspect.

“God damn,” the boy whistles, his eyes on my stomach.

“Tsk.” Elita shakes her head. But she hasn’t looked away.

I use the shirt to clear some blood and see the wound is already nearly healed. The perks of being as old as I am. I heal fast.

“Whoa, that is awesome,” the boy says in awe.

I look up, my eyes land on her and notice her eyes are fixed on my bare stomach.

“Are you worried, trouble?” I say smirking.

She snaps her head up. “What?” her brows furrow. “No,” she says, her face flush.

The boy scoffs and covers his mouth.

She hits his arm.

My smile gets bigger. How my rage from moments ago turned to this, has not gone unnoticed. A glimmer of hope. Maybe she feels this unyielding pull, too.

She plasters her hands on her hips and frowns. “I don’t see what everyone is smiling about. What the hell? Actually, who the hell was that?”

Broderick sighs.

“Who was that?” I drop the bolt and take a few steps closer. “He was what I was warning you about and why you’re in danger. That was you almost being dead. That’s what that was,” I say clipped.

“THAT,” she emphasises. “Wasn’t even an answer!” she yells.

“You’re yelling at me?” I point to myself.

“Uh, yeah, I am.”

Is she serious? “You almost got killed.”

“You were going to let Topher die!” she screams, her eyes burning.

“I’m not the one that can’t follow instructions. You were meant to be back at the hotel. That wouldn’t have been on me.”

Her mouth drops open again, pain flashes in her eyes.

Shit.

“What happened to me doing the talking?” Broderick shakes his head next to me. His phone buzzes from his pocket. He pulls it out and reads the message. “Listen, we all just need to take a break. The chopper will be here soon, and we can just cool off on the flight home.”

“A chopper?” The boy claps. “As in helicopter?”

Broderick nods.

“Oh my god!” he claps. “This is the best night ever!”

What?

I look at him.

Broderick looks at him.

Elita looks at him.

“I’ve never been on one before,” he says wide eyed.

She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Shaking her head, she slaps both hands over her face.

The adrenaline would be wearing off by now. They both will be crashing. I want to take her in my arms and just get home as fast as possible. But we’re far from home and I don’t want her to pass out again.

The sound of the rotor blades on the chopper flows through the wind, it’s not far.

“Grab what you need from the car,” Broderick says hearing the helicopter himself. “The bird should be here soon.”

I rub my sore jaw. It’s been clenched the entire flight