Guard Me Sherlock Mikah Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shane asks from the rear guard position. "Us." I pull my knife. The silver blade gleams under the fluorescent lights. The golden light begins to pulse in both my hands, crawling up my forearms like living fire. Micah's hands are glowing too. Brighter than mine. More controlled. "Can you shield all of us?" I ask him. "I don't know. I've never tried more than two people." "Today you try more." He nods. His jaw is tight but his eyes are steady. I look back at Liam. He's watching me with an expression I can't fully read. Pride. Fear. Love. All of it tangled together.

I didn’t care much about my own pain, but I kept looking at Drax, expecting him to shift very soon. I didn’t care anymore. I actually wanted him to shift, so he could deal with those fucking rogues. Sadly, he didn’t. He just grunted, trying his best to subvert the pain. “That’ll teach you to learn not to talk anyhow to boss’s girlfriend.” They added as they continued hitting us. “Enough!” Ryker, who stood at the entrance, ordered them. “We want them alive for the bargain.” “Chad, guard the cave. Keep an eye on them.” He told one of them. Then he turned around, and the rest of them followed him.

The guard was groaning face down on the floor surrounded by potting soil and broken ceramic, his resistance gone, his body understanding before his mind did that this particular situation was finished. “His name is Jephthah,” Aiden said, pulling the man’s arms tighter and looking up at me briefly. “He has been on the security roster for eight months. Clean record until now, which is exactly why nobody flagged him.” “He was working for Miranda,” I said.

Now it was too late. Uriel was unusually quiet. I could feel his sorrow mirroring mine. He didn’t say anything—but I knew. He was grieving, too. A knock at the door broke through my haze. “Alpha Jack,” the guard called, “a werewolf named Mika wants to see you.” I rubbed my temples, sighing. “Send her in.” As I stood, dragging myself from the abyss of my thoughts, I wondered if anything could pull me out of this emptiness—or if I’d be trapped in it forever.

Micah quickly closed the book in her hand and then rose to her feet. "Guards, Guards! Why was her voice shaking? Maybe it was because she was simply too stunned to take in all that was happening. What would have happened if she wasn't distracted by that book? It could have been her in this condition, battling with her life. The wine—it was poisoned! Two guards ran in; they made their way to where Micah stood gazing at the maid whose eyes were now closed. Both guards gazed at each other in apparent shock, then one of them crouched down and checked for the maid's pulse.

One of her guards yanks me by my hair and makes me stand up, quickly smothering my scream of anguish with his hand. Just when I feel like losing all hope, Leah takes me by surprise. Instead of hanging up, she activates the speakerphone, as soon as Micah picks up. “Who is this?” Micah’s voice echoes in the surroundings and my heart fills with hope as I hear his deep, comforting baritone. I wish his voice was a tangible thing that I could touch and feel. "Hello, Micah," she purrs, a false sweetness in her tone. She has altered her way of speaking in a way that makes it impossible to recognize her.

Micah drag his feet out of the office,he'd failed to protect the most important person in his life and that alone made him feel worse crippled with the fact that sasha might not survive the attack. The guards had raised an alarm shouting at the top of their voice for help,Micah who was still in the doctor office rushed out,he was shocked to see some of them shirt soaked in blood. "What's going on?"The guards breath hard,their face pale and sunken. "Ma'am is in the room..." "I know that"

No one spoke for a minute, I was too stunned and Racheal seemed to share my emotion, the guard on the other was taking much-needed breaths after his all in one breath speech. He finally grinned and clapped his hands joyfully. "I am Mike, Magic Mike." He chuckled softly. "Let's get started with this, shall we? We have some digging and finding to it. Chop chop." He turned grabbed three shovels and shoved two of them towards us, striding out with the third one. After a few seconds, I turned to Racheal. "What the hell just happened?" She returned my gaze, equally confused. "I think we awoke a revenge-taking demon."

Micah said, making me stare. “Excuse me?” This time it was my turn to ask the question, and his coldness made my skin crawl. He sighed, his fingers brushing the edge of the counter as he paused. “I have guards watching you. Did you think I wouldn’t take precautions for my child?” I blinked at him, processing his words, but a part of me couldn’t decide whether to be angry or not. On the one hand, I appreciated him keeping the children safe. But on the other hand, it didn’t sit right with me that he’d hidden this from me for so long. I wanted to be in the know, not kept in the dark like I was some pawn to be protected.

"I just want five minutes where I don't feel like I’m being watched!" "He isn't there to listen to your thoughts, Jessica," my father said firmly, his Alpha voice starting to edge in. "He’s a guard. He’s there to protect, nothing more. Kaelen, go." I turned my head and looked at Kaelen. He was standing like a statue with that same blank expression I hated. He was looking at a spot on the wall three inches to the left of my head. He wouldn't even give me the satisfaction of a glance.