The Broken Puppet (Elite Kings Club, #2)

by Amo Jones

“Parking spot fifteen. Madison, you must leave now.” I shake my head. “No. I need answers. I’m sick of waiting for people to tell me when they’re ready. I need to know now.” “I can’t.” He shakes his head. “Madison. I have person very close to me who will be in danger if I tell anything.” I smile. “It’s okay, Damon. I can figure it all out on my own.” “No.” He shakes his head. “You not understand.” “I do,” I reply softly, touching his arm. “I understand. I have people who I’d protect too.” He shakes his head again. “Person is you, Madison.” Wait. I squeeze the keys in my hand. “Me?” He nods. “Etiam.” “But you only just met me.” His eyes glare into mine, the stare so strong I almost flinch at the electricity that passes between us. “You think this first time we’ve met?” A long stretch of silence passes through us as I look from one eye to the other. “I… I—” But even as I’m about to say it, I know I do remember. “I—yes? I don’t know, Damon!” Feeling myself getting frustrated at all the mystery, I blow out a whoosh of air. “Tell me.” He grips my arm again and starts tugging me toward the parking lot. “Come.” I follow, noticing how his grip loosens as we get closer to my car, like he knows I’m safer the closer I get. “Open.” He gestures toward the SUV, and I obey, beeping it unlocked as we both slip inside. I toss my bag to the back and shut my door, the enclosed space feeling safer to talk now. “You gotta give me something here, Damon. What is Venari? What does that mean? I ha...