Hunting Adeline by H. D. Carlton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: H. D. Carlton
- Language: English
- Genre: Gothic Romance
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Smell. The first of my senses to trickle in. I wish it were anything else
because I’m instantly overwhelmed by the scent of body odor, spiced
cologne, and what can only be described as the stench of evil incarnate.
And then my sixth sense seeps in, whispering notes of warning and
I’m in danger.
Those notes turn into a song full of screeching and loud noises, filling my
body with heart-wrenching panic. Adrenaline spikes, and just barely do I
have enough sense to remain as quiet as possible.
Slowly cracking open my crusted eyes, I’m greeted by complete darkness.
It takes a second to process that there’s a blindfold strapped around my head.
Then, the blissful numbness I awoke in crumbles, and I lose my breath
when all-consuming pain filters in, engulfing my body in absolute agony.
God, is this what being alive feels like? It can’t be death. I’d be at peace if
it were. And I may have fallen for a stalker, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t land
a spot within heaven’s gates.
I fucking earned that shit.
Racking my brain, I try to think past the pain and remember what the fuck
happened to me. Vaguely, I recall text messages from Daya asking me to
come over. The urgency I felt when she wasn’t answering my calls. Getting
in my car, headlights, and panicking, being jerked forward, and then nothing.
And now I’m here… wherever that is. But not somewhere safe.
Christ, was that even Daya texting me? Did something happen to her too?
That possibility sends another wave of panic crashing through me.
Scenarios curtail and evolve until I’m a mass of anxiety and desperation. She
could be hurt or in serious trouble.
Fuck—I’m hurt and in serious trouble, and I’ve no idea how the fuck I’m
going to get out of it.
My breathing is escalating further, and my heart is beating so heavily, it
physically hurts as it slams against my chest. It takes what little strength I
have left to keep silent.
Where the fuck am I?
Quiet, dull voices are next, muffled by the noise in my ears but steadily
growing louder. I strain my ears, trying to hear over the beat of my heart and
the pain swelling in my body like a water balloon.
Somehow the agony has a voice too, and it’s fucking loud.
“Z will be looking for her,” one man says quietly. “But we’ll be fine once
we get to Garrison’s and chuck the van. We’ll get her there quickly.”
A particular memory knocks me over the head, flashes of being dragged
out of my car and the residual pain of glass and metal biting through my skin.
It explains why my back is on fire.
I’ve been fucking kidnapped—obviously. This had to have been the
Society’s doing. Zade had said they targeted me, and I know he had guards
stationed outside of Parsons Manor. They must have used Daya to draw me
out, which means there’s a high chance she’s been taken, too.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
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