Patricia Briggs Mercy Thompson Series Reading Order Novelas e Histórias

In exchange, Mercy avoids civil liability for the surveillance and the planted phone. It is a reasonable trade. “Why me?” I say. “Why not go directly to Patricia?” “Because I needed you to hear it from me first,” Mercy says. She looks down at her hands again. “I owe you that much. I was in your home. I went through your things. I built the case that ended your marriage.” She pauses. “I was not doing it to protect Michael. I was doing it for money and because Divine told me it was the right thing, and I believed her until last night when her SUV put me in this bed.”

I reached for a tissue and handed it to her so she could clean up the dried blood. Blinking back her tears, she sat up straight, allowing a better view of her upper body. At that time, I was at a loss for words or actions or anything. Her arms and neck were covered in hickeys, bites, and fingerprints. Those weren't love marks, but angry marks. Her voice shook as she let out a small, "T-thank you," dodging eye contact. She reluctantly dabbed the blood with the tissue, and as she did so, a painful whimper escaped her lips. The cut was deep.

Pete Thompson walks to the doctor in military steps, making the doctor almost shit on his pants and he grabs him by his collar. “What did you do?” he asked him using his alpha command. "To whom?" the doctor asked stammering and trying to find his word. "Why is Sarah alive?" Pete asked again growling so hard that all the glass in the room has been shaken. The doctor thought about. But the fact is that he didn’t do anything, his assistant did and he had no reason to tell him the truth, so he just said what Pete Thompson asked. “I didn’t do anything alpha! I was with you and Miss Amber after the ritual. She was alive when I got to the room where I left her. I don’t know how he still had a pulse

"You too." For a moment, the conspiracy disappeared. The danger disappeared. Everything disappeared. Then Patricia noticed David. And the blood. The smile vanished immediately. Meanwhile, Alison had stopped reading. Because what she had discovered was almost impossible to believe. Mercy's letter lay open before her. The words blurred together. Not because they were unclear. Because they were devastating. She read one passage again. Then again. Then a third time. Grace begged me to protect one of them. She knew what was coming.

“Aye, Mrs. Braxton.” She walked to the door and peeked out. No signs of William. She breathed deeply, keeping close watch. After what seemed hours, Hyrum led the horse to her. “Here ye go, Mrs. Braxton.” She grumbled and pulled herself up on top the horse. With a yell, she snapped the reins and took off in the direction of the abandoned barn across the field and over the river. * * * * Mercedes forced her eyes open, ignoring the pain slicing through her skull. The room tilted. Nausea spun in her stomach and she clenched her jaw to keep from disgracing herself. She tried to roll over, but her feet wouldn’t move. Even her hands were bound together.

“Call the guys and tell them to bring the girl here. I want him to watch her die the way I watched my wife die.” “My daughter won’t be a part of this,” Alex said. “Your problem is with me, not her.” “Unfortunately, it’s not up to you,” I said with a sneer. Alex shook his head. “Of course, it’s up to me. Misty isn’t with your men anymore. She’s safe—with Charlie.” My dad stiffened. “Nonsense.” “Call and confirm,” Alex said coolly. I pulled out my phone and dialled one of my men. “Bring the girl here,” I ordered as soon as the line connected.

Patricia said, moving close to Thompson who was ready to attack her. "Come on, am not dumb, I need you both not only her or you," Thompson said and threw the dagger he was holding. Patricia saw this and dodged it by bending down but before she could stand upright, Thompson sped towards her, used his right hand to raise her and Patricia who without hesitation, clung her claws into his heart which made him scream and drop her. She never gave him a free minute as she also raised him, clung her claws to his back and removed his backbone which made him die instantly.

"Worse than that, Ethan. Your daughter is in the hospital fighting for her damn life." The hallway blurred. Hospital. No. What could be the problem this time around? "What happened?" The question tore out of me in a raw tune. Margaret’s voice dropped, venomous. "Lexi happened. That bitch is responsible for what happened to my daughter and I swear I'll never forgive her. I don't care if she goes to prison again.” My heart paused as I heard her words and I found myself wondering; what could that bitch have done to my daughter? First it was her mother, and now it was my daughter?