The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) Read Online Free PDF

got home.
    She scrubbed her face and changed
into her pajamas as she finished her yogurt and tossed it into the trash bin.
She’d just pulled down the comforter, ready to let her exhausted bones rest,
when a bang came at a door.
    Not a knock, a bang.
    She jumped, her heart starting a
fierce pounding beat in her chest. Her hand went to her chest, and her eyes
flew wide open. She checked the clock: ten o’clock. Who the hell would be
banging on her door like that? That sounded like the knocking SWAT officers
used before breaking down the door when they had a search warrant.
    Getting control of herself, Abby
opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her gun. She had a permit for it
and she knew how to shoot. The banging persisted. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! It
never relented, never paused.
    Abby crept down the hall on the
balls of her feet as her heart thundered in time to the knocking. She kept her
thumb over the safety on her gun, ready at a moment’s notice to flick it off
and use it.
    Just as she reached the door, the
banging stopped. She froze, straining to hear something. No whisper of breath,
no sound of movement; she only heard the cacophonous thud of her own heartbeat.
She breathed as quietly as she could as she tried to slow her racing heart. She
was glad the lights were off in the house. Maybe whoever was there would assume
she wasn’t home and leave.
    Then the banging came again, this
time even harder. She flinched, her hand tightening around her gun warming the
cool metal as the door shook in its sturdy frame. God, whoever it was must be
strong. She wished like hell she had a peephole or even a window at the door
but she had neither. The nearest front window only showed as much as the
driveway. The front of the house blocked the doorway from view.
    Only a door stood between her and
the person knocking.
    BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
    Finally finding her voice, she
called out in a hard voice, “Who’s there?” Well, she’d tried for a stern voice
but it still came out sounding scared, alert.
    The knocking stopped as if it
never happened. Only a resounding echo and her racing heart showed she wasn’t
crazy.
    She heard a muffled voice, deep, unintelligible.
    “What?” she said, yelling louder
through the door. She wasn’t stupid enough to open it. Hell no. Her thumb
traced over the small safety lever on the gun, itching to release it.
    “Abbigail Krenshaw,” the deep
voice said.
    Her stomach fell to her knees.
Fuck, what did she do now? Somehow this man, it was definitely a masculine
voice, knew her name and that scared the shit out of her. She looked around,
feeling as if dozens of eyes were watching her but she didn’t find any. Only
her empty dark house stared back at her. The green clock from the kitchen stove
still lit the kitchen up in a dim glow and nightlights in the hallway and
living room were dim but showed enough light to see that no one waited to jump
her.
    “What do you want?”
    The voice didn’t answer. All went
silent. Abbigail swept her gaze around her house again as if, at any moment, a
window would burst and some crazed maniac would jump through her window ready
to gut her like the victim she saw this morning.
    “Open this door.” It was a
command, an order.
    Abbigail had no intention of
answering it. Instead, she slowly raised her gun, keeping her thumb near the
safety, and pointed it at the door. Quietly, she backed up towards the kitchen
and to her phone.
    BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! The knocking started again,
unrelenting.
    Her breath caught at the sound of
cracking wood. Her eyes darted around the door trying to see a crack, but she couldn’t
see any broken wood. She could have sworn she heard it crack. He knocked again,
louder, the banging sound ringing in her ears amidst more splintering sounds.
God, he’s breaking down the doorframe, tearing it down!
    She turned and ran to the phone.
She faced the door, gun ready as she dialed. Her fingers slipped in their haste,
and she had to end the