have missed it if he hadn’t had his head bowed in deep though.
He bent down and confirmed that it was a thin plastic cord, almost like a wire.
“What is it?” Keira asked.
He stood and applied light pressure to the edge of the bookcase right next to the wire. It gave way, and popped open like a door.
They both gasped at first sight of the contents before them. Hanging on the wall was a shield and dagger. The shield was fashioned from the same metal as the book. The dagger was sharp, and a ruby stone was embedded in to the metal handle of the dagger.
“Oh my God,” Keira whispered.
Jonathan slowly removed the dagger from the wall, turning it over and over in his palm to examine it. He touched the shield which was dented and worn from the effects of battle. There were initials carved at the bottom near the edge. WC.
In that instant, he knew. William Caedmon II. The Fallen Leader. The Alpha who’d been killed in battle centuries ago. A battle that marked the separation of Caedmon into three groups.
“Impossible,” he said.
“Do you know what this is?”
Aiden could no longer bear to refrain the truth from her. “Yes, but not entirely. There is someone who will know exactly what this is, and what it might mean to those who seek it.”
“And there could possibly be answers as to why Jamison was killed so ruthlessly?” she asked, anxiously.
He nodded. “Possibly.”
“Now that I have it, I must go. These things can tell me who was behind the murder. I need to find out why they wanted them…how much they’re worth. I don’t have much time to pack. Jonathan will be back before long.”
Aiden hoped Jonathan did not return before they left, because if anyone so much as laid a hand on Keira in an attempt to harm her…they would lose their life.
Chapter Six
Keira’s heart nearly sank in her chest when Jonathan’s white limo pulled into the driveway. She had hoped to never see his face again, but she should have known…
Jonathan would never let her get away with something he seemed to want badly. And of course, it was just like him to renege on their agreement to give her until midnight to vacate the premises. It wasn’t anywhere near midnight.
Maybe the bastard had changed his mind. What would Jonathan do if he found out that they’d packed up the very same shield and dagger that he was trying to confiscate?
The breeze seemed to pause around them as the limo came further into view. It halted yards away from where the two movers were hauling her boxes into the van. Even they slowed down, craning their necks around the case they carried together to get a better view of who’d just arrived.
Aiden on the other hand had frozen completely in his tracks. “Arnou.” The word rushed out of his mouth the moment the side doors to the limo opened.
Two men got out wearing long black coats. They pulled out guns. Lifted and aim.
A split second b efore the first shots were fired Aiden rushed her, grabbed her by the hips, and tossed her into the van.
Her knees hit the floor hard and she cr ied out when a sharp pain spread out across her knee caps. Of course, her outburst was drowned out by rapid gunfire spraying outside.
Keira’s heart stopped and her chest felt like it was on fire. Bullets hit the van, sounding like a thunderous hailstorm. She fisted her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that this was all a dream.
Maybe it was just luck, but the boxes around her provided just enough protection from stray bullets. Still the odds didn’t seem to be on her side. A ny one of the gunman could aim inside the open van door and shoot her. Aiden was somehow successfully holding them off.
How could this be happening again? She’d already lost one man who’d tried to save her. She couldn’t bear it again if someone died helping her.
Shit! She had to do something.
Keira hurled herself toward the box she’d packed her handgun inside, checked to make sure it was loaded, and crawled
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