Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,140

the table.

“She is telling the truth,” he mutters.

Victoria’s eyes narrow. “I see.” She grips her drink and throws it back, her whole body tight and vibrating with tension. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, I shall deal with the traitors within my family and get your husband to you. Your information is as good as you said.” She nods and I can see her mind already working a mile a minute on plans and calculations. Her eyes snap up randomly, almost making me jump.

“I am curious, though, Dawn. Why did you not just take your husband?” she asks.

“It would have repercussions. I’m guessing you didn’t like him, but he is still your man and you would, in the very least, try and come after him. No, I wanted his whole life destroyed. I want him to know he is completely alone before I kill him, like he did to me.”

“Vengeful little thing.” Jedrick grins.

“Very well, thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will look into it.” I can still feel the anger wafting from her, knowing some of her men have betrayed her. I’m betting this city is going to feel her wrath before sunrise. “Jedrick will see you out. I will be in contact soon, but as you can imagine, I have some business to deal with.” She stands and I copy her.

She reaches out her hand, and I shake it before she turns and leaves the room, as two men break away from the door and follow her. She stops at the threshold and gives me a look filled with death and violence.

“You will make him suffer before you kill him,” she orders, and sweeps from the room.

I turn to Jedrick. His eyes are on the retreating form of the woman, and only when she disappears does he turn back to us and jerk his head through the door.

He leads us down the corridor and to an elevator, and when we reach the ground floor he doesn’t give us time to look around before leading us from the house.

Leaving this house we were brought to—of our own accord this time, without hoods and rope—I slide into the car that Jedrick indicates. He leans in before he shuts the door.

“We will send word when we have your husband and any information.” With that, he slams the door shut and steps back as the car pulls away. I watch the house and man out of the back window. There is quite a story there, and it went better than we thought. All this time and I am one step closer to my goal. Tim will be mine with no repercussions before the week is through.

“Not long now, sir,” the driver announces, concentrating on the dark road in front of him.

I lost sight and feel of whoever is hunting us, but I know they are out there waiting. Setting a trap. It means I’m on high alert, anticipating their move.

And move they do—right into us.

A revving car has me looking to the right, into the dense forest, but a split second too late I see the headlights switch on from where they were obviously hiding, and now what I realise is a lorry rams into the side of our car.

The sound of metal crunching on metal fills the air, as does the scent of blood as we are rammed off the road. The car flips and I hold on tight as we roll down the embankment on the side of the road. I feel my skin splitting as shattered glass from the windows cuts into me, and hear the screams of my driver before he passes out or dies—I am not sure which.

We don’t stop rolling, the hill is too steep, not until we smash into some trees. One impales the front window, pinning my shoulder into the seats. Roaring, I rip at it with claws, my hands changing from the adrenaline pumping through my system. My head is ringing, my ears are stuffy, and blood is dripping into my eyes, but I ignore it all as I rip at the wood, trying to free myself before they make their way down here. But I am not fast enough. The door I am facing is ripped open and a grinning face peers in.

Snarling, I snap forward and the man pulls back until I calm down, and then he looks back in. “Well, well, well, we are going to be well paid for this capture boys. Witch, get