Ava Eliot Jackman Novels & Stories

I turn to face my problem; he was casually dressed in a black t-shirt with full sleeves; his green eyes twinkled; and he had the half-crooked smile. I drew a hard line with my lips because I don't have time for him to look as good as he did two days ago. Then I got that stupid feeling in my stomach. "You're a difficult woman to find, Miss Morris." "Oh, she doesn't like that; she is not-" I turn to face Jack, who stumbled back to his seat, clearing his throat. I return my gaze to Alveraz. "He's afraid of you," he said. I heard footsteps and turned around to see Omar dragging Jack away.

I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but my lips betrayed me anyway, curling into a small grin as I pulled slightly away. Jack noticed immediately. His eyebrow lifted. “You let him get away?” he asked flatly. “We—well… he’s a slippery shit, but good news, we got one of his goons. Though I don’t think he’s gonna talk. But I know a guy who can make him,” Oligarch replied quickly. “Don’t waste your time talking to me then,” Jack said without hesitation. He was about to end the call when... “And Jack?” “What?” he exhaled, already sounding impatient, yet still reached up to tuck my damp hair behind my ear, his eyes staring on my face like he missed me.

"Frank." Alan called out to Frank from the door, but didn't elaborate or come inside. Frank patted my face. "I'll be right back." "Okay." I reassured him, "I'll stay here, waiting for you and for Grandma to wake up." Frank finally felt at ease and left with Alan. "What have you found?" Alan lowered his voice. "Jack is indeed the mastermind." Frank wasn't surprised. He had never had a good impression of Jack. Anyone who covets his wife couldn’t possibly be a good person.

He lashed out, swiping forward with his deadly claws. The man stumbled back, muffling a groan as he clutched his wounded stomach. Blood dripped from Jack’s claws, and he released a low chuckle. “When the King of Tiryn arrives, Cole Elrod will become a corpse. What’s the point of saving a hollow shell of a man?” I clenched my fists. Jack’s glare shot toward me just as I glanced up. The metallic scent of blood hang heavily in the air. Like a warning. “I’ll give you one last chance, Eva,” Jack demanded. “Come to me now. Give up your futile attempts for a man without a soul.”

Why did Jack mention him, and not her? Besides Adelaide, there was only one more name Jack hadn’t called out, and if the king was on the Elite Team, it meant he had to be him. Elyx Lythoria. That was his real name. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face neutral. “Those years…it’s not something I talk about often,” Dad spoke with a subtle warning in his tone. It was his way of saying he didn’t want to continue the conversation, but the king either didn’t pick up on it or didn’t care.

What a joke! “Mr. Walker, I, Rob Jackman, was wrong. My Southern Sophistication has done Autumn Field wrong. Please pass on my apologies to Miss Winifred Zea. We have been working pleasantly with each other all this while, so we must still have some friendship left, don’t we?” “I’ll try,” Hector simply replied before hanging up.