Uncharted 2 Among Thieves Chloe Novels & Stories

Chanel screamed as she reached for a gun while Chloe held a knife. Sadie knew she was trapped, but she hoped she could make it out. “You want me? Come and get me.” -

Looking at the direction of her hand, I was greeted by Caleb’s presence who was exchanging pleasantries with others. I remained quiet as I paid attention to the auction of some art works. Ten artworks were up for the highest bidders. “Hello, Anna. Good to see you again.” Caleb said, as he saw Anna. Anna didn’t utter a word but smiled in return. “Hi, Sarah.” Caleb uttered but I didn’t feel any emotion in his voice. “Hi,” I replied coldly. After thirty minutes, I heard the anchoress call my name. “This painting has been purchased for Sarah Tonks by someone who doesn’t want his identity to be disclosed.” She said, drawing the attention of everyone.

I hear the sound of something slamming into a wolf and then a yelping cry of pain before silence. Zev takes the chunk of Alrik’s throat and rips it out, causing blood to splatter all over us. It’s not a killing blow, but it’s enough that I turn to see that Asena is still standing guard in front of Cathal and there are two dead wolves at her feet. The third wolf is watching her, but not attacking.

It had been a land that once belonged to him — and would again. His fiery eyes, blazing with rage, swept the horizon. Jason Frostwood and Fiona Ashford believed they had won. They had rejoiced at their small victory, convinced they had shattered his grip of his forces. But they didn’t know the depths of his vengeance. They hadn’t come to understand that Orin Blackclaw was no mere hunt and kill and forget rogue. No. He was a storm, poised to blow them all into chaos.

I rolled down the window as Aunt Clara approached one last time. "I'm proud of you," she said softly. That almost broke me. I smiled shakily instead. "Love you." "We love you too." Then before I could lose my nerve, I started the engine. And drove away. ..... Two hours later, I was at the border of Crove pack. I could feel the bond connection through my blood streams. I passed by the warriors and was stopped at the entrance. "State your name and business here", one of the warriors asked.

I wasn't even aware that my father was home or that he stood behind my mother examining the boy standing in front them. Ever since we moved here, this was the first time I had a visitor. Naturally, the Brooks are curious about it. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners." He cleared his throat. "Good Evening, I'm Mason Carter. I'm here to give Chloe her notebook back. " he turned to me, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I think you forgot it in my car when I dropped you off." This was my chance. In this household you have to act fast.

Letting out a string of curses, she jumped up and looked towards the door. "Dammit!" She growled, beginning to move. "THEY TOOK CHLOE!" "Who?" I demanded, following close behind. "Who the hell was it?" "I don’t know, but they couldn’t have gotten far." Thia responded, pulling her keys out of her pocket. "Get in the car. "Ian, I need you to reach out and find Chloe’s trail." "I don’t take orders." Ian responded. "But because I too care about the girl, I’ll do it this time."

I gulp down my coffee, allowing the liquid to burn my throat. Before I can think about my next decision logically, I walk out the back door and head into the trees. When I reach the rotting building surrounded by endless guards, I shove open the door and head down to the basement. Adrenaline pumps through my bloodstream as I walk towards the barred cell. Julia sits against the back wall with her legs stretched out and her ankles chained. She hasn’t noticed me yet. I haven’t seen her since we captured her. I didn’t trust myself not to kill her. But now, I want answers.

It was Chloe, breathless, with Fiona in her arms—the chicken looked absurdly pleased with herself. "I found the criminal!" Chloe announced. "She was in the henhouse, with a bunch of stolen flowers. She made a stockpile." "She's an entrepreneur," Marco commented seriously. "She's a thief," Chloe corrected. "Entrepreneur." "Thief." "Guys," I interrupted, laughing. "Stop." Chloe approached, still holding Fiona, who now seemed to have accepted her fate. "Beautiful spot," she commented, looking around. "Couple's hideaway?"

"Just... watch the road. Chloe doesn't... miss twice." ​He was right. Chloe wasn't just a traitor; she was a predator. She had the Thorne surveillance grid at her fingertips, and by now, she’d have every "Eye in the Sky" over Brooklyn looking for a black bike and two fugitives. I didn't head for the high-rises or the luxury safe houses. Those were Thorne properties. Those were traps. ​I headed for the one place that didn't exist on a map.