Page 68 of Primal God

Unease courses through me. I don’t trust this at all. How is his dad going to explain anything? He turns from me, pulling his phone from his pocket. When he speaks to his dad in a low tone, I take off running. He yells my name, but I don’t stop.

All that matters is getting away from him.

This is a busy park. Surely, I’ll come across someone else who can help me.

In the distance, I spot two men. I’m about to call out to them when someone slams into me from behind, knocking me to the ground. The impact on my knees is almost unbearable and I cry out as they scrape against the dirt path.

Adam wraps himself around me so I can’t move. Instead, I lie face down on the path.

“Why can’t you listen?” His grip tightens on my arm. “You’re going to make this worse for both of us when they get here!”

“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice trembling.

He doesn’t answer.

My mind races as I close my eyes as tears stream down my face, hitting the dirt beneath me. Someone will come along and see us. Right?

But that never happens, and Adam doesn’t move off me until a deep voice scoffs from my left.

“Jesus, Adam. Get off the girl this instant.”

Adam moves off me, and I push myself to my feet, even though it hurts like hell. Glancing down, I can see that the fall scraped up both of my knees. Blood and dirt are mixed in the cuts, and my right knee throbs. Brushing my hands on the side of my shorts, I look at the man who must be Adam’s father.

The man is an older version of Adam, but carries himself in a way that Adam could never. He’s dressed in a designer suitthat is hilariously out of place in our current setting. Right now he’s assessing me with dark eyes that show no sign of what he’s thinking.

“Sir, I just want to go home.”

He ignores me and turns to Adam. “You hit the girl? What were you thinking?”

Adam dips his head in what I assume is shame and doesn’t answer.

His father turns to me. “Come, Ms. Wolfe. Let’s get you to my car.”

My phone buzzes in my purse. It must have switched to silent mode when I fell. God. Dimitri is probably worried sick about me.

“I’d suggest not answering that, Ms. Wolfe.” I meet Adam’s father’s hard gaze. “Or I will be forced to take your phone from you.”

I nod my understanding. When he’s sure that I’m not going to answer it, he walks away. No one speaks as we make our way back to the parking lot. A black sedan is parked next to Adam’s car, but what has me stopping is the SUV next to it.

Uncle Wolfe steps out and goes to Adam’s father, shaking his hand.

“Damn unfortunate that we’re having to do this here, Yemi.”

Adam’s father, Yemi, nods. “Agreed, but it seems my youngest son can’t do anything right.”

“What’s going on?”

Both men turn to me, and I wish they hadn’t.

Uncle Wolfe shakes his head. “You’re a mess. Why am I not surprised?”

“I’m a mess because he attacked me!”

Adam doesn’t respond. Instead, he looks at his feet, like a child who knows he’s done something wrong.

“Alastor, I read over the proposal you sent. I am agreeable to it, and I say the sooner the better.”

What in the heck is going on?

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