Whatever Theron responded, I couldn’t hear it, my listening device now useless as they climbed the massive stairs to Poppy’s front terrace.
I lowered my binoculars and lifted my bracelet. I used the camera on it, zooming and zooming and zooming in, to take pictures of the three of them as they ascended the stairs. When I had the perfect picture of the three of them all smiling at each other, I stopped. That would be my main image on the first article—just enough to get my followers to bite, build the buzz up.
A shifter king.
A shifter seer.
A human mate.
The title of my first article would be…
The King, the Son, and the Lost Girl.
Perfection.
* * *
The following morning, I stared at my written article.
My right pointer finger hovered over the submit button.
If I did this, I would be putting myself on the radar of the most powerful people of the world. Was it worth it? Leaving everything I knew behind to start telling the world the truth…
I pulled my finger farther away from the hologram.
This was just a teaser. Not everything. Just a prelude of secrets to come. But it was enough to have my world end.
My breaths came in sharp pants and fear raised the hair on the back of my neck. I loved my life. I truly did. I lived by my own rules, no one else’s. I would be hunted if I did this, no way else to sugar coat it.
The shifters would come for me.
They would try to shut me down. Cut off my voice.
I swallowed on a dry throat. I growled, “Fuck it.”
The truth shall set you free.
My finger pressed the submit button.
I swiftly shoved my computer board into my waiting luggage and zipped up the side. My feet were running for the door, a hat low over my face, my right hand gripping the handle of my luggage, it rolling behind me at a fast clip.
Then I pulled a Karma. I detonated two controlled bombs inside my apartment. Before my eyes, the place lit up on fire, the greedy flames rolling over everything.
I turned and kept walking, not looking back.
My fingers yanked down the fire alarm switch two doors down.
With the blaring of the emergency alarm pounding in my ears, and residents racing out of their homes for safety, the fire and smoke wafting behind me, I kept walking at a steady pace. I left my life behind. The world would soon know everything.
