His Human Hellion (Ultimate Passage Book 2) Read Online Free

answering, the phone went straight to voicemail, not even ringing. That meant either her phone battery had died or she’d turned it off. Damnation. He ran to the bedroom. That’s when he saw it. A piece of paper on his pillow. Not a good sign. His stomach clenched, knotted. His pulse raced. He picked it up.
    A note that she was going to Houston to visit her father’s grave. Finn crumpled the paper, threw it on the floor. His wings throbbed with the desire to go get her. She couldn’t have more than four hours ’ head start on him. He could do it. He would fly directly. He would fly high enough not to be noticed. If he took a pair of binoculars with him, he could see her.
    W hat if someone sees you? Pursues you in a helicopter? What kind of help would you be to her then? He picked up the note, laid it on the counter, and using the heel of his palm, straightened it, removing the wrinkles as much as he could, studying her words. His heart ached with worry, regret, and mostly from missing her already.
    He would fly as soon as the sun set. He hoped she’d stop to rest. He’d fly directly and wait for her at her father’s gravesite. He struggled, trying to remember where she said he’d been buried. Somewhere near the coast. Somewhere near cotton fields. Damnations. He had no idea. It would come to him, he’d recall before he arrived. He could scan the computer for cemeteries near Houston. Maybe one of them would bring his memory back.
    He logged on to the computer. Maybe Kal had finally contacted him. Not that it mattered now, since the very reason for contacting Kal had taken a road trip.
    He did have mail from Kal. Sent less than a minute ago. In his email, Finn had made sure not to be specific. He wasn’t sure who might read it. He had told Kal that what he’d warned him not to let happen had happened. He didn’t mention specifics. He asked when the next Wave would be coming and if a doctor could come too. He also asked Kal for a plan of action, if he had one.
    Kal’s email read:
    Are you saying she is expecting? If so, then you must keep her from venturing out, in case anything should happen. We will have to bring her back here. The next Wave will be in nine months and in all likelihood, the timing would not work out. Let me check. More later.
    Finn fired a quick response, hoping that Kal was still there:
    She is worried what kind of response we will have. Specifically my status and hers when it comes to the Asazi people. Is she still to be considered a target for harvest? Am I considered AWOL? What’s my status with the military and the government?
    He punched the send button quickly.
    Tapping the mouse impatiently, hoping that Kal was still waiting by a computer. He wondered how they managed to connect by internet. How could he be able to converse by email with someone who was on another planet, so very far away?
    A slight ding signaled a response from Kal:
    I will look into sending a vessel for you. Let me talk to my father first. Are you alright otherwise?
    Finn replied:
    I am fine but have to take a small journey. Will be back in three days. Don’t schedule a vessel before that .
    Finn pressed send and logged off quickly. He couldn’t afford to have Kal send a response that could sway him from the decision he’d made. He had to get Marissa back.

Cha pter 9
     
    Marissa
     
    Marissa rubbed the grit from her eyes from sleeping on the side of the road. It was a mind-numbing, boring straight drive of a road and had worn her out. She looked at the gauges, the pickup wasn’t nearly out of gas, she could get it later. She had enough money to buy another meal and enough gas to get back, assuming she didn’t want to use the Asazi-provided credit cards. And she didn’t. She couldn’t get a hotel room. She didn’t trust the identification and credit cards the Asazi had provided.
    She was sure that she could trust Finn, but she wasn’t sure she could trust the ones he trusted. What if they had traced her