Biting her lip, she muffled a scream that was trying to tear out of her throat.
The woman carried her down numerous flights of stairs until they arrived at the apartment. She held on to Helena with one arm and rang the doorbell.
“He was here? I didn’t feel anything around your shields,” Michael admitted.
“He came…in the flesh,” Helena squeezed out.
Michael’s face paled. He reached over to scan her body with his palm when the door opened, and Perri let out a scream.
“I smell blood,” Hans said.
“Helena is hurt!” Perri shouted.
The woman groaned. “Stop your human’s wailing and get this one off me.”
Hans gathered Helena in his arms. He carried her over to the sofa and gently placed her on the cushions. “What happened? Who attacked you?”
Helena waved him away. “No time. Have to…talk to…Michael.”
With a frown, Hans moved out of her sight.
Perri rushed to her side and collapsed on the ground next to her. She clutched Helena’s hand in hers and silently sniffled.
Standing at her side again, Michael scanned her with his hand. He stopped over her wound and jerked his hand away as if he’d been bitten. “Your string, it’s grey…”
“What does…it mean?”
Perri raised her head. “What are you trying to say?”
Michael’s expression grew grim. He bent down. Whatever he was going to tell her wasn’t good. “Helena, I cannot be your guardian for the time being, but I promise you, I will find someone who can help.”
His lips hovered above her forehead in the form of a tender kiss that never landed. He straightened up.
She reached out to him with a shaking hand. “Don’t go!”
“Hans, do something! Call a doctor or whatever. She is not making any sense!” Perri cried.
A sad smile tugged at Michael’s lips. “I must leave since you are no longer considered to be human.”
About the Author
“Lover of cake, life, and writing.”
May was born in the little Eastern country called Ukraine where winters are harsh and summers are too sunny. Having moved to Ireland at the age of twelve, she learned to appreciate the temperate climate and became addicted to tea, too.
In her spare time, aside from writing, she likes to daydream of character murder (hopefully, it is the bad guys), plotting the next mystery, watching TV series, or simply diving into books.
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Dedication
To my loved ones.
Thank you for always being there and supporting me in my darkest hours.
P.S. Yes, that includes you, Mike.
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank everyone who helped put this book together, especially C. J. Laurence and Anna Santos. You guys are simply the loveliest people I know!
Big thanks to everyone who suffered with the early drafts of this book: M. Belford, K. Manning, E. Hoffman, S. McEvoy, E. McGinnity, L. M. Lawrence, D. Wright, H. Zapolukh, I. Galvez, A. Grey, K. Wynn.
Lastly, massive thanks to everyone on my launch team: Y. Arcangel, L. Adams, M. Greenhill, J. Rubin, A.I. Diaz, L.W. Stuart, R.S. Kovach, M. Appkova, A. Simons, G. Cabezut, F. Loqman, N. Burger, S.G. Benson, K. Oyatedor, E. Hyder, J. Lyons, K.A. Blount, T. Archer, S. Royal, L. Santiago, J. Stark, A. Santos, R.J. Cieplinski, T. Oja, D. Goelz, K. Jacques, I. Galvez, R.C. Kisiel, C. McDonnell, M. Hayes, S. Mason, P. Patel, M. Appkova, M. Sorierro.
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