The Destiny (Blood and Destiny Book 4) by E.C. Jarvis

Author:E.C. Jarvis [Jarvis, E.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-21T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

The swaying of Larissa’s hips in the dress set something off inside Holt the moment she walked away. The thought of her presenting herself to anyone—even a woman as part of a ruse—made his blood boil. She was his, heart and soul, and he would happily murder an entire city of people to defend her if needed. On the other hand, he had agreed to avoid killing unless completely necessary. It went against his nature and his intent. After accepting the grim mission for what it was, taking lives—especially those of pond scum like brothel workers—meant nothing to him. Larissa’s view was clearly less morbid. He admired and hated her for it in equal measure. He reminded himself that she was more capable than anyone ever gave her credit for, even herself. She wasn’t a damsel in distress, awaiting his saving graces at every turn. It didn’t stop him itching to follow after her down the corridor. Not least because he wanted to watch her backside swaying in the dress for a little while longer.

He mentally berated himself for getting distracted and turned his attention back to the two hairy thugs glaring daggers at him. He could drop them both in short order if not for the promise. His hand twitched towards the dagger concealed at his side.

“Out,” the nearest man barked down at him.

Holt turned and headed in the opposite direction, intending to pass by the room with the Madame to see Larissa before making his move. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and forcibly turned him around, shoving him down the hall.

“What time do you open?” he asked as casually as he could.

“Three o’clock. You can’t afford her tonight. She’ll be reserved for one of the richer clients, pretty thing like that.”

Holt curled his fingers into a fist. The two men escorting him were no taller than him, but both together were stocky, a mixture of muscle and fat, immovable mountains who would take more than a few punches to subdue with fists. He might chance an attack on one in such close quarters, but he was sure that fighting two at once would draw too much attention. They turned around two corners, the corridor narrowing markedly as they neared the rear of the property, until they finally reached the back door.

“Come back tomorrow. No earlier than six in the morning. You will be allowed a visit each day, but you must follow the house rules, or else.” The nearest guard pulled the door open and shoved Holt through it into the alleyway. The door slammed shut behind him.

Holt took a moment to still the anger growing in his gut, like sparks of lightening cracking around his brain, making his head thump with pain. His closed his eyes to the brickwork of the building. The trickling noise of water in the gutter wafted smells akin to the worst latrine he’d ever visited. Death, decay, and disgusting debauchery surrounded him like an encompassing air of all that was wrong with the world.

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