AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Mollie was right.
We were severely outnumbered. Hopefully in four months, when we’d done all we could and Christmas rolled around, there’d be half this number of patrons. A quarter. We’d need all our strength to fight the guards without fearing the Masters and their electricity remotes.
My heart rabbited as I stroked my collar.
I hadn’t had the opportunity to test to see if it was still inactive. Even if it was…it didn’t suddenly open doors that’d once been closed. I couldn’t waltz over the drawbridge and hail a taxi. I couldn’t send telepathic messages to my brother and give him our address.
Telepathic.
I stiffened as I recalled a few more twin flame notes that Krish and I had researched: The intensity between you and your twin flame can sometimes cause phenomena like telepathy and psychic connections. An intense connection of belonging and yearning. An inner pull that can’t be ignored or stopped. Your bond can be so profound, you begin to feel the other’s pain, desire, and stress.
Was that why I could sense Henri’s unravelling?
Were we that connected even when we both struggled against it?
Sighing heavily, I dropped my fingers from my collar.
My eyes snapped to Peter across the ballroom.
My heart instantly squeezed.
He kneeled like the rest of us next to a Master with a bushy brown beard. The man’s large belly sat on his thighs as he chuckled at something another Master said.
Peter gave me half a smile as our eyes met. The shadow of a bruise on his cheekbone made my hands ball with fury.
He wasn’t even out of bandages yet, and someone had already struck him.
My heart didn’t just ache. It tore.
Fucking bastards.
All of them.
They’ll die.
We’ll make sure of—
A loud bang and a shrill scream sounded beyond the double doors to the ballroom, capturing everyone’s attention. Masters quietened. Jewels flinched.
Peter winced and shook his head.
He mouthed something I didn’t catch, then sighed and looked away.
“Good afternoon, my dear friends!” Victor suddenly appeared, arms aloft like a returning conqueror, black suit impeccable, his stride eating up the dance floor with eager, powerful strides. “I can’t tell you how good it is to be home.”
A murmur of welcomes.
A few men stood to shake his hand.
Henri stiffened, his knee touching my shoulder. He smiled when Victor nodded in his direction, but he didn’t wave or clap like some of the others. Throwing his beer down his throat, he slammed his glass onto the table and snapped his fingers for another.
A server placed another ice-dewy glass before him just as Victor finished his parade to the podium and leapt up the steps.
Trim and toned, he didn’t look his age, despite the grey tinsel in his hair. His navy eyes glinted and his skin glowed as if he’d just stepped off a plane after the best holiday of his life.
Sick bastard.
Smirking at the Masters and jewels scattered around different tables, he bowed with a flourish. “Welcome back, everyone. Welcome home.”
