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

I look to Broderick who’s waiting for more information, as we head to Elita’s office.

“He’s near the building. Be prepared for law enforcement. And it sounds like a crowd is gathering,” I say to Broderick.

I keep one ear glued to the phone as the kid still struggles to break through the crowd.

“I can see her,” he yells. “Wait, wait, I know her. Wait!” he calls out.

This is killing me. “What’s happening?”

Nothing but muffled sounds come back, but I can see the commotion up ahead. Soon I should be able to see for myself.

“... with her. Elita, Elita wake up, is she ok?” I can hear the kid talking to someone.

That’s when the car stops, and I see the boy plead with the paramedics to let him in the waiting ambulance. Her arm drops, lifeless. Instinctively. I open the door to go to her. Broderick’s arms pull me back violently.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he points out to the sky. Shit, he’s right. What was I thinking? “Look, the kid’s in.”

I look back and sure enough his made it in the back of the ambulance. They wouldn’t do that if she was unresponsive.

“Let’s go,” I nod. “Royal Adelaide Hospital, underground carpark.”

“Where is he?” I’m pacing at the elevator, waiting for the sun to set. I check the time. Three-forty-five pm, still hours before sunset. “We should have invested in the infrastructure when we first came back,” I shake my head.

“Probably, but the odds of her actually existing were getting pretty thin,” Broderick reminds me.

It was becoming a long running joke that the Oracle of Delphi put a curse on me instead of prophesying the new heir of the Immortal Kingdom.

How can, after all these years, I finally have her under my roof and I fuck it up? I just want to know if she’s ok. Where the hell is the kid?

The lift opens and as soon as my eyes land on him, my fingers have already gripped his shirt, ripped him out of the lift and backed up against a brick pillar.

“Talk. Now.” His face is pale and disorientated. Another stupid move. I hate that I’m this reckless, but it’s like a drug, it’s impossible now to stop the craving.

“I don’t know, it’s so fucked. She’s ok. She hit her head. But she is ok. They have done scans but can’t find any reason for her being like that.” He’s talking nonsense as tears well up in his eyes.

“Like what?”

He shakes his head, “It’s her eyes, they are glazed over. Unresponsive to anything. Her vitals are all crashing, and they are doing what they can, but she isn’t coming out of it.”

“Does she have her amulet on?” I say.

He looks up, confused. “Her amulet? I... I don’t know. I didn’t even check. It was fucked. Brian is up there. She’s going to be so mad his there. And he is asking so many questions.”

“Who the fuck is Brian?” The concrete walls echo my yell causing a couple walking into the lift to scurry.

His face freezes, eyes wide. “Oh shit.” It’s like a light bulb has gone off. I have a feeling I’m not going to like this one bit.

“He’s her ex. Like the only boyfriend she’s ever had. Was super serious. Then he dumped her over text when...” He stops and looks down remembering something.

I knew I wasn’t going to like it. I already want to do physical harm to this Brian character.

“Anyway, he’s a cop. A detective now. He is working the case. He won’t leave her side at all. He’s guarding that door and is grilling me.”

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it.” I stand tall.

“You can’t kill him!” he yells.

I take a quick look around to make sure no one heard. “Shh. Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to kill him.” I whistle for the boys to come. I know our next move.

Kill him? Who does he think I am? Hang on. I turn back to the boy.

“Did he lay a hand on her?” I ask, serious as a heart attack.

“No. No way. Of course not,” he says. “He really did love her. He was always good to her.”

“Obviously not that great since he let her go. The guy is an idiot, and I will take care of it. I need you to go up to the room and see if she has her amulet. That could get her out of her trance.”

“Ok, I’ll go now.”

Broderick and Lucas walk up. “Get the day team on patrol at the site. If you need credentials. Go to stage three. We are looking for a crystal amulet.” I pull out my phone. “I’ll send you a picture. I need it yesterday, do you understand?”

Lucas nods, as I scroll through my contacts to the Police Commissioner. Modern medicine will not help her. She needs the witch doctor. That means I need clearance to get her out of the hospital.

The problem with existing in secrecy and operating above the law, is we can only let the heads of state and selected few know who we are. Once they are out of office, or restricted from intelligence briefings, they are deprogrammed and the information wiped from their memory. Not entirely erased. If they really wanted to, they could hack into their subconscious and remember the truth. But, they have been subjected to a systematic global scale implanting of information, which makes it almost impossible for anyone to believe. And still be considered sane in the human realm. Over countless years we’ve operated successfully. United under the OMNI, apart from the handful that want to fuck it all up.

That means, I have to wait to hear from the Federal Police Commissioner. Who’s organising her transfer into my care.

Here I am, leaning on the car waiting, like a douche. Twiddling my thumbs. If it were the old days, I’d already have been up and gotten what’s mine. If anyone try to