No Time to Cry (Nine While Nine Legacy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

Gideon’s deal.
We have to go. I’m sorry I can’t give you answers, but I simply don’t have
them. And nothing I could tell you is going to ease what you’re going through.”
He placed the cash on the table with the bill. “It’s time we move along.”
    “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to
say?”
    “It’s all I can say, Isabelle. I wish I
had more. I want to, but I don’t have the answers. Gideon only told me to
retrieve you; he’ll be the one to explain it all.”
    I wasn’t happy or satisfied with his
response, but as usual what could I do about it? It’s not like I could just run
off and go back to my life or even start a new one. My license, my I.D., all of
that official stuff…I no longer had. My name was no longer mine really. I kind
of was no longer Isabelle. Who was I?
    We got back on route moments later, I
felt lower than low. I felt conflicted. I snuggled back into my coat-pillow and
closed my eyes. I didn’t want to like him. I only wanted to hate this person,
this thing, this not quite human individual. He’d taken my life. He’d taken me
away from my home and everything I loved. He may not have done so directly, but
he was the one ushering me away. I didn’t want to be reeled in by his humor and
allure…but I was. I liked him. He was nice. It wasn’t just a performance. I
could somehow sense his sincerity, and I didn’t want to.
    I didn’t know what to make of these
feelings, or the sensations that I had been experiencing for the past few hours
as we drove up through the top half of California. It was so similar, too
parallel, to the things I wrote of when I wrote about my vampires in my novels.
Something aside from my appearance was different. Something deep inside, an
energy thing. A rippling, humming, under my skin. Empowering. Strengthening.
    Liam continued to ramble on, apparently
not expecting any responses from me. He was telling me about his favorite books
and movies, while listening to his favorite Pandora station—Florence and the
Machine. He liked action movies, thrillers, suspense, even rom-coms .
Some of his favorite authors were Raymond Feist , Dean
Koontz, Max Brooks, Jane Austen—wow—and that’s about the last I remember before
drowsing off.
     

 
        
     
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Chapter Four ~
     
     
     
     
    I
woke up to the sound of rain spattering on the windshield and to find that Liam
had covered me with his leather jacket. I let my eyelids drift back down.
    “Hey, Isabelle…we’re here.” He brushed
some hair away from my face, gently shook my shoulder. “Let’s get you inside.”
    What a bizarre thing. To be in Long
Beach one night, to die, to be whisked away to another state, to be locked away
in a car for nearly twenty hours with, well…okay, I had to admit it, a very hot
Irish/Scottish guy.
    The more my mind tried to wrap around
it, the more surreal I felt, fantastically dreamlike, so therefore my eyes
should remain closed.
    “Isabelle,” He spoke so softly, so
deeply.
    I turned away from the passenger window
and looked at him, blinking the heavy sleep from my eyes.
    Waking up to Liam leaning over me wasn’t
so bad. Nice consolation prize.
    His face was scruffy from lack of
shaving, his hair even more disheveled…I could imagine how bad I must look.
     I stared out the windshield,
watched the rivulets of rain traversing down. It was evening and the street
lamps had already come on. “Seattle,” I said blandly.
    “Capitol Hill.” He just sat there,
waiting, looking at me.
    “I know the area. It’s been a long
time,” I said with a small sardonic smile on my lips, a diminutive shake of my head.
“There was a time when I wanted to live here…long time ago. Kind of ironic
that’s it’s here…your place, I mean.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Long story. Ancient history.” I rubbed
under my eyes, hoping—ridiculously—that I looked halfway decent.
    “You look beautiful still,” he said
softly, his eyes moving over my face. “You alright?”
    I