Leo From A Way Out Novels & Stories

Leo told me before hanging up. I brought the car to a halt and leant over the poor guy to open the door. I then ushered him out and drove away leaving him on the side of the road in a hot, quivering mess with nothing more than an adios. I could have taken my anger out on him but as Leo said, he's just a pawn and seemed to have got what he deserved from just having to face speaking to Alpha Loren himself.

The maps crumpled beneath his weight, markers scattering across the floor like hollow bones. "I had no choice!" Leo suddenly choked out, his voice cracking wide open as his hands flew up to claw at my iron forearm. He didn't shift to fight me; instead, his knees buckled completely, his body sagging against the table as if the weight of his own skin was too much to bear. "They have my family, Theo! The Elders... they own me."

she spat and made her way out of the house. She wanted to calm herself down so she shifted and ran as fast as she could in the snowy pathway. She had got the route map for how to get out of this place, she had memorized it and made her way in that route. She has this increasing urge to just run away from everything and everyone who knows about her life and start a new life somewhere.

Leo said, bringing down his phone, his expression serious. He stood immediately and grabbed his car keys from the table. “Honey, what's wrong ?” Eve asked the question that was on my mind. “We need to leave immediately, I'll explain on the way,” he said impatiently. Eve and I stood to our feet. Eve carefully handed me the jade box and I held it safely in my arms. Just as Leo was about to open the door, I stopped him “Wait!” I whispered. His brow arched. “It's too late,” I told him, I turned off the TV so he could here to movement outside the cabin “Listen,”

“Leo. This is Luca. I know you are at the boathouse. I know my brother is dying. I also know you just watched the video of your father and sister planning your death. So here is the deal. I have your sister. She is safe. For now. I can give you the antidote for the poison in Kai’s system. I can give you proof that will destroy your father and end the war. All you have to do is walk out of that boathouse in the next ten minutes and meet me at the old lighthouse. Alone. No guns. No tricks. Or I let my brother die and I burn every piece of evidence that could save your family name.” The line went dead. Leo stared at the phone. Ten minutes. The lighthouse was a fifteen-minute walk along the clif

Leo looked around at the chaos the half-finished wine glass, the open laptop, the headlines splashed across the screen. He picked up the glass and set it aside. His reflection stared back at him in the dark window tired, angry, but resolute. “Elena,” he murmured quietly, “you’ve crossed a line I can’t forgive.” Then he walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. Outside, rain had begun to fall again soft, cleansing, relentless. And Leo knew exactly what he had to do next.

Em crawled to me. "Are you okay?" "Fine." "Your jaw, " "Is fine." I sat up. Tasted blood. Probably a loose tooth. Didn't matter. "She welded the vents," Em said. "Leo died for nothing." "No he didn't." "Axel, " "He showed us the way. Proved the vents lead to the exit. That's not nothing." "But we can't use them now." "We'll find another way." "How?" I looked at the door.

Then he looked down at Silas, the man who had taken everything from him but had also given him a reason to live. Leo reached out, took the keys from the ignition, and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "Tell me where to drive," Leo said. Vera smiled, a cold, terrifying curve of her lips. "Good choice," she said. "Because I wasn't actually going to let you leave." She pointed a small remote at the warehouse wall. A section of the concrete panel slid aside, revealing a hidden tunnel deep underground. "Welcome to the real world, Leo," she said. "Drive fast. The devil is coming, and he wants his due."

You must let our Luna get help quickly. Leo’s elemental air lifts Darby’s limp body as I surrender her. Without a sound, Leo melts and they vanish. **

“Leverage?” I turned to her. “Yes. We give him a poison… one that doesn’t kill instantly, but slowly. A week. Just enough to make him weak, disoriented, terminal. He won’t know what’s happening at first. By the time he realizes it, it’ll be too late.” Thorne’s brows furrowed. “And what do we gain from that?” I smiled faintly. “Everything. In that week, we send a letter to Elena. Say her dying father wishes to see her one last time—make it dramatic, emotional, whatever it takes to lure her in.”