All The Pretty Ghosts (The Never Series Book 1) by Jamie Campbell (my miracle luna book free read .TXT) 📕

kill me. I had escaped his clutches. He would enjoy exacting punishment for that slight against him and his group.

“She knows me,” Jet replied when I didn’t. “Don’t you, Everly? We go way back.”

It was either chance everything with Jet or play the odds with the rest of the people assembled. The odds were not in my favor. “I know him,” I mumbled.

“I didn’t hear you,” the girl said loudly. She was enjoying the scene playing out far too much.

“I know him,” I replied, increasing my volume as much as I could. I couldn’t look at either of them after my confession. I stared at the ground instead, waiting for what would inevitably be my demise.

The girl sighed. “Fine. Take her. Get her out of my sight.”

Everyone started moving now the show was over. Jet strode over to my side. He gripped my better arm and pulled me along. “Come with me.”

Not having a choice, I staggered after him. The girl watched us leave, noting every step we took. I got the feeling she wasn’t one to be crossed.

By neither friend, nor foe.

Jet pulled me down another dark tunnel. We moved in near blackness until we reached a door. He pushed it open, needing to put his back into the movement. Once we were through, he flipped a switch and a single light bulb start glowing above us.

He pushed on the door, made out of heavy steel, until it closed with an ominous thud. The room held little more than a table and two chairs. Control panels containing rows upon rows of switches were the only decorations.

“You’re hurt,” Jet said as his gaze roamed all over my body. I felt naked under his scrutiny. Whatever was going on behind his dark eyes was a mystery to me.

“I think my shoulder is dislocated,” I replied.

He pulled a chair from under the table. “Sit. I’ll take a look at it.”

I eyed him warily. There was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near my shoulder.

He sighed loudly. “Do you want to be in pain forever? Or will you quit being so stubborn and let me help you?”

“How about you let me go so I can find someone who will really help me?” I replied, trying to get a grip on the fear surging through my body.

Jet laughed. “Like who? You think you’ll find a doctor up there? Ah, princess, you crack me up.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

He patted the seat, staring at me pointedly. “That arm’s got to be killing you right now. I can help take away the pain.”

“I’m sure you can. One knock to the head, right? That’s how your people operate?” I shuffled closer to the door, sizing it up. Would I be able to get it open with one arm? Probably not. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jet.

“That’s not really my style.” He held my gaze, refusing to look away. Finally, he sighed again. “Just sit down. If you don’t want me to touch you, then fine, I won’t.”

My legs weren’t going to hold me up for much longer. The likelihood of getting out of this room was zero at best. I really was all out of options.

I sat down. A whole new wave of pain and nausea gripped me with the movement. I winced, despite trying desperately to keep my expression indifferent.

Jet remained close, staring at me like I was his next experiment in how to inflict as much pain as possible on someone. Every time he walked behind me, I wanted to turn around to watch but my arm wouldn’t allow it. His mere presence sent tingles down my spine.

And not in a good way.

Finally, he spoke again. “I think you’re right. That shoulder looks like it’s popped right out. Perry gave you a good fight. I would have paid to see that.”

“She’s a sadist.”

“She’s feisty. Much like yourself, princess.”

“I want to leave.” I wasn’t going to be pulled into inane banter with Jet. He was too dangerous to predict.

“I’m sure you do.” He paused, his intense black eyes never leaving me. “I’ll tell you what… if you can get up and open that door, you can go.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. I’ll even escort you back up to the surface myself.” He leaned against the wall, gesturing at the door before crossing his arms over his chest.

It was a trap.

It had to be a trap.

I never took my eyes off him as I rose to my feet. He didn’t move when I went to the door, only his lips when they quirked into a smile. He nodded me onwards.

My better arm reached out and grasped the door handle. I put all my effort into pulling the door open. A whole new round of pain shot through me.

The door didn’t even budge.

I tried again.

Same thing.

I pulled the door one last time, having no effect whatsoever on it. I hit it in frustration, resting my head on the cold surface. I would have kicked the damn thing if my legs weren’t hurting already.

“Now can I pop your shoulder back in?”

Jet was still leaning on the wall, but his hands had moved to rest in the pockets of his black jeans. He was enjoying every moment of my torture. I don’t know why I expected anything else.

I resumed my seat, plopping down on the chair without any trace of hope or fight left in me.

I was done.

“Just get it over and done with,” I said, not entirely sure I was talking only about my shoulder.

Jet pushed off the wall and approached me slowly, like he didn’t want to startle me. Too late for that. “Take off your top.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I shot back. Was he trying to