Hunting Trip (Hidden Blood Book 3) by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-15T06:00:00+00:00

A Big Fight

"Where are they?" I shouted. Everything felt out of whack. I watched, mesmerized for a moment, as spittle caught the light cast by the numerous lamps, tiny particles of hate directed at Oskari. They twinkled like flailing stars as they traversed the void, and one tiny, almost imperceptible speck landed on Oskari's pale, flawless cheek.

It sent him apoplectic with rage.

"Taken, being meticulously copied as instructed, no doubt. But the doppels overstep the boundaries, same as you. They've deceived me, want to assume the positions for themselves. They will use Kane."

"Like you want to. You deserve this, you are the one who has betrayed. You betrayed me, your own kind. You're just a manipulator like the rest."

"Enough!" Two spots of color darkened Oskari's cheeks and he wiped at the spittle that kept flying. Somehow we were mere feet apart now, like he'd moved without me noticing. The failure of his plan and the realization nothing was going as he'd wanted seemed to consume him.

My son, my baby boy, was feared by the likes of Oskari, and that scared me, truly it did. What was to become of him? What now? Oskari would kill him, I felt it in my bones. If his plan to have those under his control assume Dancer's position and to use Kane to do his bidding had been ruined, then Kane was a danger to him.

I had to get to him, protect him. The others too. Oskari would eradicate them all, including the doppels. The doppels themselves would be trying to mimic them exactly and the moment their studies were over they'd kill them.

It was a race to get them first, so I'd better get going.

Just one slight problem.

Oskari punched at me, and in my dazed and confused state I was slow to react. His fist hit me square on the nose—yes, my nose again—and it not so much broke as shattered then splatted across my face. The force whipped my head back, almost breaking my spine, and as it rebounded forward the muscles strained then snapped, sending me flying across the room and hammering into the wall. I slumped to the floor and sat there, head lolling to the side, the muscles ruined, my face broken, bloodied, and bruised. I held in my screams.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I pushed with my hands to get to my feet but Oskari was already on me. He snarled and punched out again and again, pulverizing my face, smashing bone to pulp, and as my eyes swelled up until I couldn't see, I felt his fierce, cold breath on my face before the beating stopped.

I heard him step away and shout, "Bring me food," and then there was a scuffling and the sound of doors opening and closing.

As the swelling eased a little, I made out a blurry outline of a naked young woman trembling before Oskari. He grabbed her hair, bent her head, and sank his teeth into her neck. In seconds she was little but a dried up husk; he let the body fall to the floor.

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