Wild Spirit (A Soul Sister Novel) by Audrey Carlan

Author:Audrey Carlan [Carlan, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Soul Sister Novel
Publisher: Audrey Carlan, INC.
Published: 2021-08-15T18:30:00+00:00

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I thought I’d died.

Everything hurt.

Why would I hurt if I was in Heaven? That seemed counterintuitive to everything I believed the Holy Father would do for one of his children upon their death.

The pain, however, exploding through my body was intense, my entire form one throbbing, endless ache.

I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy and I was tired. Bone tired.

Something caressed the side of my face.

“Omar,” I mumbled through the fog wanting to get closer to that sweet touch.

“You’re okay. You’re safe.”

I knew that voice.

The Primary.

I definitely was not dead but at that moment I wanted to be.

“Hurts,” I croaked and eventually was able to get my eyes half-open on a pained groan.

The light was on low, and I was in a different room, on a bigger bed. I tried to shift but realized I couldn’t. Not because I was hurt, which I was, but because my legs and good arm were tied to something.

“What have you done?” I pleaded.

“Saved your life.” The voice of the Second came from down near the foot of the bed where I could feel a bandage being spun around the arch of my foot and around my heel, and then over my foot and ankle. “You sprained and bruised your ankle. You almost drowned and I had to reset your arm, bandage it, strip you, and put you into warm, dry clothes.”

“Lily, why do you keep trying to escape? I promised you we’d free you when our business was done at the end of the week.”

I licked my dry, cracked lips, and moved to speak, but was stopped by a coughing bout the likes of a forty-year smoker.

The Primary lifted my upper body as far as the tie to my good wrist would allow while the Second brought me a cup and helped me drink. Once I’d gotten through the congestion in my throat I flopped back down.

“Tell me why?” Primary asked again, his question more of a demand.

“I’m not the kind of girl who sits back and just takes being kidnapped. ¡ Jesús, María y José! For kidnappers, you’re pretty thick.” I winced as the pain in my body radiated up to my head and I had to close my eyes against the sheer need to pass out again.

“We’re not kidnappers.” The Primary’s voice was scathing as if he couldn’t fathom being labeled such a term.

“Says the man who tied me up after promising me you wouldn’t,” I bit out snarling.

“You broke your promise first,” he quipped.

“No. I didn’t. I promised not to try escape through the window. I never said I wouldn’t use the door, or leave the room, or the boat.”

“Do you realize that if my brother hadn’t been such an amazing swimmer that you would have drowned out there? Did you even look to see we weren’t in Chicago anymore but in the middle of Lake Fucking Michigan on our way to Indiana?”

I looked at his form and tried to ignore the mask.

He wasn’t wrong.

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