Halfling (Black Petals Book 1)

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Author: Tarisa Marie
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in a low grumble. “You’re just like our father, as much as you hate to admit it, you’re as cold as he is.” Then Landon looks to me and motions with his free hand for me to stand. I’m trembling so intensely that I don’t know if I can.
    Finally, after seeing that I’m not able to get up on my own, he grabs my hand and pulls me up in one swift movement. Wow, he’s strong. I test my legs before letting go of him.
    “What’s your name?” Landon asks me, a hint of worry in his gaze.
    “Megan,” I say in a quiet squeak. I’m not even sure if he’s heard me. Seriously, what are the chances that I get kidnapped by crazies?
    “Alright, Megan, you’re coming with me.” Landon looks to me apologetically and nods to the door.
    “Hell if I am!” I shout without even meaning to. Call it adrenalin kicking into gear, instincts or both. Remind me again, why I didn’t take that self-defense class that was offered at my workplace last week.
    Blayk rolls his eyes at me, as if I’m some child throwing a tantrum, and walks into the other room.
    “It’ll make it a lot easier for you, if you listen to everything that I say. Now follow me unless you want to get yourself killed,” Landon suggests grimly and opens the front door. And here I thought that Blayk seemed like such a normal guy in the car on the way here. Now though, I’m aware that he was merely acting, because he saw my father’s ring and thought I was someone else or something.
    I follow Landon outside, not because I want to, but because I have no choice. First of all, I’m not staying in the house with Blayk, he’s psychotic. Not that Landon isn’t, but he does seem to be the least psychotic of the two. Secondly, if I’m outside, maybe I can make a run for it or get a neighbors attention.
    As if he can hear my thoughts, Landon warns, “Don’t try to run or scream. If you do, I’ll make you come with me, and you won’t like that.”
    I cringe. His tone is menacing. I have to do something . I’m not going to get into a car with another complete stranger. I’ve been there, and look how that turned out.
    I follow Landon across the front lawn to another beautiful car parked in front of Blayk’s. He opens the passenger door for me. I hesitate understandably. I get into the passenger side and he shuts the door for me. Once Landon is about to take his seat on the driver’s side, I throw my door back open and spring out of the vehicle.
    I sprint down the sidewalk towards the nearest house. It’s another huge mansion made of brick. I use the elaborate knocker on the door and begin screaming. I’m half surprised that Landon doesn’t catch up to me right away, I’m not the fastest runner in all truthfulness. Maybe he doesn’t want to make a scene and get caught. When no one answers immediately, I go at the knocker again and push the doorbell repeatedly.
    A hand wraps around my wrist tightly and yanks me back. I gasp. Shit . I turn to face Landon, who still looks at me apologetically, or maybe it’s pity that I see in his expression, I’m not sure.
    “ Come with me ,” he says in a pleading tone.
    The front door of the mansion finally swings open, and I nearly burst into tears when Blayk stares back at me through the doorway. Did I somehow manage to run to the wrong house? I look to my left and see that no , this is the neighbor’s house. What the hell?!
    “Keep a handle on your pet ,” Blayk sneers, before slamming the door in our faces.
    Landon grabs my wrist a little harsher and leads me back to his bright yellow car. He shoves me inside and locks the door while he walks around the car to his side. How did that just happen? I know I ran to the right house. So many questions invade my mind, giving me a headache and making me want to scream.
    “That was a nice try. Running, I mean. It would’ve worked if all six of the homes in this neighborhood weren’t adjoined by tunnels. We own all six,” Landon tells me, as if trying to keep my sanity

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