The White Knight & Black Valentine Series (Book 5): Superhuman Disaster ( by Brand Kristen

Author:Brand, Kristen [Brand, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Superheroes | Supervillains
Publisher: Kristen Brand
Published: 2019-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The air carried the scent of saltwater and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. People in swimsuits and summer clothes strolled about, talking and laughing and blissfully ignorant of the threat Dr. Sweet posed. The restaurant the Prophet King’s people had designated for the meeting was literally right on the beach. It made me wonder how the place survived hurricane season.

I stepped inside but didn’t have to give up the view. The entire far wall was glass, showing crystal blue water dotted by white sailboats and yachts. There was a patio outside with umbrella-covered tables, but it was too hot for anyone to take advantage of it. I told Jean-Baptiste’s name to the hostess, who swallowed and led me on a path between tables and beneath chandeliers to a private room. It had modern art on the walls, luxuriant curtains on the windows, and a round table in the center where the Prophet King sat, alone, waiting for me.

Being a crime lord, he was predictably intimidating. Almost as tall as me and nearly as broad, he wore a cream-colored designer suit adorned with gold cufflinks and a matching tie pin. Dark-skinned, he had sightless white eyes and close-shaved hair, and he lounged at the table like he owned the place—well, maybe not owned, but threatened the real owners for protection money, certainly.

The hostess announced me, and he gestured lazily at the chair across from him. I sat, and the hostess fled the room.

“Mr. Del Toro,” the Prophet King greeted. “I’d heard you’d woken up. It took you longer to get in touch than I’d thought.”

So he’d been expecting me. Interesting. Most people would chalk that up to his ability to perceive the future, but I knew better. He could only predict threats to his life, not every little thing that might happen. He was either trying to be mysterious, or he knew information that had made him guess I’d approach him. That, or he’d foreseen a threat to his life that happened while I was meeting him. Tensing slightly, I glanced around the room.

“No bodyguards today, Mr. Dupree?” I asked.

“Why? Planning on attacking me?” He smirked and took a sip of something on the rocks, though it was barely noon. The table bore an assortment of appetizers: shrimp cocktail, crab cakes, and soft buttered rolls. They were untouched, and I didn’t reach for them, not after Eddy’s tale of how the Prophet King had drugged Val’s drink last time they’d met.

“Amala’s in a jail cell,” he continued. “The police didn’t take kindly to her busting up a hospital when I sent her to murder you.”

“That is illegal,” I replied in the same light tone.

“It’s inconvenient. I’d always planned on her taking over when I stepped down, and with her locked up, I’m having to push back my retirement.”

Huh. Amala Kapoor, AKA the supervillain Ember, was almost always at the Prophet King’s side, but I’d assumed she was another bodyguard, not a chosen successor. More importantly, though…

“I didn’t know you were planning on retiring.

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