Destiny Gift (The Everlast Trilogy) - By Juliana Haygert Page 0,68
finally gotten some response from Victor, the real Victor. He had touched me the way the vision Victor always had, and now I had to get away from his warm, yummy body. Damn it! “You have no idea how much I want this, how much I want you, but we have to leave. Now.”
“Wait, why?” He cupped my face. “You had a vision, didn’t you? That’s why you were so still.”
I stepped out of his reach and grabbed my jeans, blouse, and flats—clothes I could run in. I turned to him. “I don’t know how long we have, but we’re about to be attacked.”
Chapter Twenty Three
Victor and I ran from my room to the pub and found the guys still at the same table, drinking and talking under the smoky light.
“Where have you been, darling?” Micah asked as we approached.
I didn’t have time to play his games. Demons were about to descend. We had to get the heck out of here.
“Brock, here”—I jabbed a finger in the man’s direction—“is setting us up. There are monsters and bats surrounding this place, waiting for his signal to strike at us.”
“Excuse me?” Brock asked, pretending to be stunned by my accusation, but I could see past his act.
Serious, Micah asked, “A vision?” When I nodded, he stood and grabbed Morgan by his arms. “Let’s go.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Brock shot up. “I didn’t finish telling you about the gateway yet.”
Micah pivoted and punched the man, who fell over the table. “How long do we have?”
“I have no idea.” I took a step back in case Micah wanted to hit someone else. I had seen how violent and scary he could be, and I didn’t want to be in his way. “I only saw them preparing to attack, so I don’t know when, but I know we have to hurry.”
Startling me, Micah turned to Morgan and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Spill it. Do you have something to do with Brock’s plan? Are you helping him?”
“No!” Morgan’s eyes were wide and fearful. “I swear by the love of my dear gods!”
“Why should we believe you?” Victor asked, his voice spitting the same venom as Micah’s.
“I-I don’t know,” Morgan said.
Then I heard in my ear, over the pounding of the music and chatter of the bar crowd, “Trust him.” It was the same incorporeal voice from my vision.
“Morgan is on our side,” I said, pushing Micah’s arm so he would release the grip on Morgan’s neck.
“How do you know?” Micah asked.
Some of his anger spilled onto me. I glared at him. “Trust me, I know.”
His grip didn’t lessen. Morgan’s skin grew purple.
“Let him go,” Victor said, his tone authoritarian.
Finally, Micah released Morgan, and then turned to Victor. “Never speak to me like that again.”
“Why?” Victor scowled. “Do you think I’m afraid of you?”
I saw Micah’s rage surging upward and threw myself between them before it was too late. “Boys,” I called out. “We have to go!”
This time they heard me. The three men followed me as I ran to the hotel lobby, where I stopped in front of the glass walls, motioning to the guys to stay inside with me. I didn’t know if the demons and bats were out there. Yet. As fast as I could, I told them the details of my vision—the demons, the bats, the dead people in the corridor, the look that had passed between the demon and Brock. As I spoke, I glanced around and tried to locate anything or anyone suspicious. A few customers milled around the lobby, talking to themselves and hotel workers, but I saw no demons. Or bats.
“How are we going to get out of here?” I asked. Victor’s car was in the parking lot, yards away. Even if we made it to the car, how would we be safe? The demons seemed fast; they could easily catch up with us and yank off the car doors, like plucking wings off a ladybug.
“I could run to the car and drive it closer to the exit,” Micah suggested.
“I don’t think that will work,” Morgan said. “There are too many of them and too many of us. They must be tempted to risk everything to get to us. Together, we’re like a beacon of power they can’t resist.”
“So what?” Victor asked. “We can’t stand here and wait for them to attack. Besides, they must know Brock was discovered by now.”
He shifted, drawing nearer to me. Warmth radiated from his body. I blinked, wishing