The Time King by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, paranormal romance, paranormal, vampire romance, vampire king, time king
Publisher: Heather Killough-Walden

Chapter Twenty-eight

When Will stumbled through the metal door of the silo and onto the metal walkway of his safe house he almost fell down the stairs leading to the main floor. But he managed to right himself enough to take the steps more or less one at a time and didn’t fall until he hit the bottom. There, he gathered himself, closed his eyes, and pushed himself back onto his long legs.

His surroundings were a blur of things he didn’t care about, made that way by the paint thinner of pain. He pushed through a second metal door of the silo to its first room, one that was once a room where soldiers had gathered but was now a gym. And there he found a soldier of a different kind waiting for him. Liam Slate sat alone on the edge of one of the padded weight benches, elbows on his knees, watching but silent.

Liam held a fully refilled syringe in one hand. And from this, Will gathered Liam had been expecting his cousin in this state.

“You’re an idiot,” said Liam softly. Calmly. He didn’t move from where he was.

Will leaned against the wall across from the railing. He didn’t have anything to say. He just concentrated on breathing.

But Liam continued. “You know, he wouldn’t have been in your head to begin with if you had followed my example.” He lifted an arm and shoved the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal that his arm was covered in ink. Will knew both arms were. Right now, he saw the markings through the usual blur, but as he narrowed his gaze and concentrated, they began to clear. He focused on them… and they were familiar to him in another way.

The buzzing was back in his head, that feeling of déjà vu, of having seen or done this somewhere – some time – before. The markings were intricate and detailed, beautiful and precise. But more importantly, they were powerful. He knew this.

He even knew what each one was for. There was one for finding someone lost, and one for protecting a home from the invasion of evil, and another for transporting without having to cast a spell….

Will felt absolutely confused. Echoes of voices sounded through his mind as if from the end of a long, long hallway. They mixed and mingled with the shards of agony that sliced and diced Maelstrom’s wicked spell through his system. “None of those would have kept Cain out of my head,” he said, his mouth speaking even when his mind couldn’t keep up. His words trembled, barely fueled with breath.

“Maybe, maybe not,” said Liam with a shrug. “But Cain didn’t take me, he took you.” He slid off the bench and climbed the stairs to Will.

“Because your mind is closed,” said Will. He was seeing stars. He shut his eyes and touched his face. He was feverish, and his hand was shaking badly. But his body felt cold. And the stranger thing was, he could have sworn he had gotten those tattoos.

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