Keepers of the Flame (Trilogy Bundle) - By Melissa F. Hart Page 0,42
me, with green eyes leading the way. If any of the residents of that street had peeped out of the window, they would have thought we were mafia hit men out to make a hit.
I walked silently, using all my willpower to keep my knees from knocking together. As we got closer to the house, I fought down nausea and tried to draw strength from inside me. To distract myself I tried using telepathy to reach Katrina.
Grandma? Are you there?
My darling!
I felt relief course through me when she answered back.
Where are you? Are you okay?
Calm down love. Tell me something, are you actually coming to Greenwich?
I'm just a few houses down the road.
Is Dylan there?
No. They asked me to come alone if I wanted to see you alive.
Oh goodness! O Lord! Child, what have you done? Turn around now and keep going!
I faltered at the panic in her voice. But Katrina, what about you?
Are you not listening? Forget about me!
I can't do that. Besides, it's too late. I'm already at the door.
Have mercy...oh have mercy!
Green eyes opened the door to the house and I followed him inside. The stone was so hot; I could feel the heat all over my body. It was almost as though it was trying to consume me. Yet it was not burning me. The air was filled with the smell of evil; I was practically choking in it. I looked at the foot soldiers who had escorted me to the house and one by one, they melted away until I was standing alone in what must have been the living room. There was nothing of the home I grew up in and I felt both relief and disappointment. I felt a presence and turned.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss High-and-Mighty herself.”
Chapter Six
I gazed in shock at Keenan Jones and as I looked at him, I kept expecting him to be an apparition. How had he appeared here and what did he have to do with the kidnapping of Katrina? My mind was full of questions, but I could only stare at him. Finally I found my voice.
“Keenan? What are you doing here?”
“What do you think? I'm here to finish off what my father started.” He stated with glittering eyes.
“Your father? What does that have to do with me?” I felt like I was missing something, but for the life of me I had no idea what it was.
“You are the stupid bitch who killed him and once I'm done with you, you will beg for his fate.” He said with venom.
“I don't understand? Who is your father?” I asked, but I already knew. How many people had I killed in my entire life? One person, that's how many. But it couldn't be...could it? I read the answer in his eyes.
“Lord Morrison dedicated a lot of his life to the stone, but you had to go turn on him.”
“You're...” I almost couldn't say it, but I had to. “You mean, you're my uncle?” I choked out the words.
“An accident of birth, I can assure you.”
It was too much to take in so I changed tack. “Where is my grandmother?” I wanted to know.
“She's safe, for now.”
“For now?”
“She's my assurance that you're going to do exactly as I say without causing any trouble. I'm glad to see you were smart enough to leave that protector behind.”
“What kind of sick bastard are you?” I cried in frustration.
His face turned ugly in an instant and he raised his hand and made a motion, which was too quick for me to catch. Before I could take the next breath, a force lifted me off my feet and hurled me against the wall. I slammed into the wall and landed on the floor. For a few seconds, all I saw where stars the different colors of the rainbow, dancing in front of me.
I knew in that instant that I was not going to get out of that house alive. He was going to kill me when he no longer had any use for me. I couldn't believe I'd had the one date with him just a few short days ago. It almost seemed like forever. I'd gone on a double date with Claire and her boyfriend. That same night after the date, Dylan had showed up and after months of phone conversations, we'd finally begun dating. Keenan had gotten nasty the next day at school and it had only been the presence of Dylan and Jason, Claire's boyfriend, that had