Marked By Lies: A Reverse Harem Series (The Marked Series Book 1) by Paige Orr (best english books to read for beginners .txt) 📕

again and find the burliest cult member standing in front of me. Is this guy for real, I’ve had my nose broken a few times in training, and it does not call for that kind of response. This guy looks like he eats bull balls for breakfast with the testosterone oozing from him, and yet he’s acting like a little girl as soon as someone hits him back.

Something tells me that he’s one of those assholes that like to throw their weight around with women, but as soon as they defend themselves he’s like a lost little boy. Hopefully, I can do the female population, or male whichever is his preference, a fucking favour by breaking his fucking hands too.

Priscilla must sense my anger at this particular cult member, and she gives me back some control of my body. I’m quick to regain my equilibrium with the abrupt shift before charging the bear of a man, snatching a knife from one of the cult members on my way past, and performing a double-leg takedown.

Once I have him down on the floor, I move myself into position for an armbar, and once I have the move locked in, I raise the knife into the air, before bringing it down into his side. I feel the knife hitting bone as it makes its way through his flesh, before reaching the hilt.

From the gurgling that comes from the man shortly after I release the knife, I know that I’ve punctured a lung and finally release my hold, getting back to my feet. Taking a quick look around, I can see that with the other's help, we are making quick work of the group. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marcus Sullivan trying to sneak away from the carnage caused by his greed, and I know that I can’t let him walk free.

I begin to shove my way through the remaining cult members, eyes glued to Mr. Sullivan, refusing to lose sight of him. If he gets away, then he’ll be able to rebuild the cult, and that’s the last thing any of us want. I won’t lie and say that my guilt in helping him obtain the necklace isn’t giving me an extra push.

I hate knowing that I’ve played an integral part in his plans. I believed his little sob story about it being his mother's dying wish, instead of listening to my gut which was telling me he wasn’t a good person. I need to stop letting myself be blinded when it comes to taking on cases that are supposed to do with parent's wishes.

Two cult members jump in front of me, blocking my path to their leader. In one's hand is a nasty looking blade, and the other must have picked up the steel pipe in his hand during the fight. I can still feel Priscilla’s presence inside me, but it's not like I can rely on her help forever.

I try to recall the feeling of the magic building inside me, but just as it begins to flicker to life, the goon with the pipe leaps for me. I dive out of the way, just able to hold on to my concentration as I spin on my heel, catching the bastard in the jaw with my opposite foot.

The blow barely stuns him, but it does give me just enough time to call up enough magic in my hands to hopefully do some damage. He regains his composure, coming at me again, and this time I move inside his guard, bringing one of my hands up to connect with his chest. His eyes grow wide as my magic begins to course through him, and his whole body shudders before dropping to the ground.

The second member looks more hesitant after watching me drop his buddy, but I can tell by the determination in his eyes that it won’t be enough to make him back down. I quickly look behind him to check how far Marcus has got, and when I see him approaching a small side tunnel, I know I don’t have long before he makes it safely out of here.

That’s all the time I have to spare though, as my attacker uses my distraction to leap at me, brandishing his knife. I use his own body's momentum to throw him over my back, satisfied with the dull thud as his body hits the floor.

Unfortunately, he’s still conscious, which means he’s still a threat that can stop me, so I straddle his chest, and begin to land elbows on his face. Blood begins to pour from his nose and lip as each blow connects, but he obviously doesn’t want to go down without a fight.

That's when I feel the dull blow to my thigh, I refuse to take my eyes off of him to check myself though. The blow wasn’t exactly painful, so I’m sure it will be fine to check it out once we have finished dealing with everyone. I put my whole weight behind my next attack, and finally the body beneath me goes limp and unmoving.

I stumble to my feet, falling against the wall beside me, and it’s then that I notice the knife protruding from my thigh. That fucker stabbed me! I thought that being stabbed would be a lot more painful, but until I actually saw the knife sticking out of my skin, I didn’t feel a thing.

I can’t let this stop me from getting to Marcus though, so I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the throbbing pain now emanating from the wound, and begin to hobble my way towards the tunnel where I last saw him. Trying to move quickly is sorer than I thought, but I blank my mind, pushing through the pain and put a burst of speed on.

The cocky bastard obviously expected his lackeys to be able to stop me, and he must have