Soul Of A Woman (The Dark Souls) by Jamie Begley Read Free Book Online Page B

you ransacking his home. He nearly beat you to death, but you managed to escape. When a trophy fell from a cabinet, you used it to knock him out. You believed you had killed him, so you left town on your bike, afraid of being tried for murder. That’s when you met Adam and became a part of his club. It was a year later that you found out he hadn’t died. By then, you no longer cared.
    “At least once , I have helped all of you to survive. Now, I expect my due—for you to protect me.”
    Silence filled the room.
    “I have to give you credit. That’s one hell of a spiel to save your ass,” Adam broke the silence, her final words left behind.
    She had failed . They couldn’t believe her. To do so would mean they were as crazy as they believed her to be.
    “Get ba ck to work cleaning. Mason, Jace, make sure the men leave her alone. Rhys, see if you can do a better job at keeping her under control until tomorrow night.”
    Broni turned to the doorway . At least her impending rape had been put off for another day, but she couldn’t leave without giving a final warning.
    “Adam, you need to prepare for the coming battle. They will come for me.”
    “Like I said , we can handle it.”
    Broni went through the doorway . If they didn’t heed her warning, they were already doomed before the battle had even begun.
    As soon as the door closed behind her, Adam turned to Jace. “Call our informant at the station. Ask if there are any mental patients missing.”
    “How did she know about us? That was fucking creepy,” Jace said, reaching for his cell phone.
    “I don’t know. Maybe she’s psychic? How the fuck should I know?”
    Rhys stood up, going to the door.
    “Rhys… why didn’t you ever try to get yourself out of trouble when you were arrested?”
    “I was a lousy lawyer.”
    *  *  *
    Fate stared at the twinkling sky. The beauty of it was not what held her attention, instead she watched her daughter. Her fingers tightened on the balustrade when she felt a movement behind her.
    “You are not allowed in my home ,” Fate warned him.
    Odin mov ed to stand by Fate, deliberately blocking the sky with his height. A finger reached out and traced an imaginary line from her throat down her breastbone, left bare from the cleavage of her gown.
    “You’re looking especially beautiful tonight.” His large hand reached out again, this time cupping the nape of her neck, pulling her closer to his muscular body.
    Fate felt d warfed by his size, fighting against the intimidation that he was trying to instill within her. Stiffening her body, she jerked away from him, moving a distance away to resume her study of the sky.
    “I was informed of Cara’s return home.” Out of the corner of her eye, Fate saw him lean casually against the balustrade, his arms crossed casually across his chest.
    “Our bargain will not be met until all of my daughters are home.” Fate was well aware of why Odin had decided to show up at her palace.
    Odin grinned at Fate’s tart reply. “Will they also have a tag-along?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Cara is soon to be wed to a demi-God. Did none of the Gods meet with your approval?”
    Fate angrily took a step toward him. “Are you suggesting that I endangered my daughters to find them husbands?”
    Laugher erupted, turning his sensual face almost boyish with the charm of the sound. “Not at all, but I am certain that you would take advantage of the situation to find them husbands you deem appropriate.”
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “Now, now. Don’t bring my brother into this.”
    Fate narrowed her eyes, giving the buffoon a look that any sensible God would take as a warning. No one had ever said that Odin was a genius, however. She would have her revenge on his clumsy attempt at humor. She would win in their battle of wills. Odin was never going to get in her panties ever again, even if she had to fight her own desires to thwart him.
    “Your brother would never be