Insta-Prophecy Hotline Chapter 3

Here’s Chapter 3 of my Urban Fantasy, Insta-Prophecy Hotline!

Chapter 3

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Happy New Year, everyone!

I have yet to start in on my New Years Resolutions (i.e. workout more and eat better) but I’m also still on vacation. However, being on vacation hasn’t stopped my research for the Insta-Prophecy Series sequel. I’m just about finished and rearing to start penning out the next adventure which is set to be released later this year.

Here’s week 4 of 47 in the Insta-Prophecy Hotline Freebie Chapter Giveaway!

Below there are links where the complete book is available for purchase.

Also, here’s the pre-chapter disclaimer: this is a romance novel, there are adult situations.

Chapter 3

Updates!

Happy New Year, everyone!

I have yet to start in on my New Years Resolutions (i.e. workout more and eat better) but I’m also still on vacation. However, being on vacation hasn’t stopped my research for the Insta-Prophecy Series sequel. I’m just about finished and rearing to start penning out the next adventure which is set to be released later this year.

Here’s week 4 of 47 in the Insta-Prophecy Hotline Freebie Chapter Giveaway!

Below there are links where the complete book is available for purchase.

Also, here’s the pre-chapter disclaimer: this is a romance novel, there are adult situations.

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IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

Chapter 3

Darius barged into the hotel suite at the Sir Francis Drake Hotel using a keycard the front desk clerk had given him without question. Sometimes it paid to be a twin. He stormed into the spacious, richly decorated sitting room that brought back memories of Rococo-era France and found the target of his ire curled up on the couch flipping through a magazine.

“Honey…” Allyanora looked up with a smile. Her light blue eyes were bright and her black curls tumbled around her shoulders in wild abandon. Her smile faded. “Oh, it’s you.”

He wasn’t sure what he wanted more, to strangle her slender neck or shake some sense into her. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he settled for glaring at her in a way that would have made any war-hardened Templar Knight snap to attention.

“Over forty years,” he burst out, “and you didn’t think I should know?”

“Whatever are you talking about, Darius?” Her British accent flowed lazily over him as she flicked her magazine shut.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, L.G. Man’s obsidian skull, the entity I’ve been hunting for the last seven hundred years. Oh, and this.” He pulled out the gaudy, silver bracelet from his back pocket and shook it in front of her. “What does this have to do with anything?”

Allyanora tossed the magazine aside, plucked the bracelet from his hand and examined it closer. “Where in the world did you get this?”

The door to the suite opened and Bastian walked in carrying some groceries in a cloth bag and two steaming paper cups in a cardboard drink carrier. “Darling, sometimes I think you like sending me on fruitless errands because I know you knew I wouldn’t find– oh, Darius, you’re here already.”

Bastian and Darius were almost exact copies of each other. Six feet in height, dark brown eyes, wavy dark brown hair, lean muscular build and naturally olive-colored skin from their Roman ancestry. Aside from Allyanora, no one could tell them apart. Their only differences were cosmetic. Darius kept his hair long and a bit unkempt, and preferred to be clean shaven. Bastian tended to have shorter hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his chin.

Bastian set the bag down on the counter in the little kitchenette and scrutinized his brother’s appearance. “You’re wearing black. Still? You’re not living in Victorian-era England anymore.”

“It’s better than khakis and a striped shirt.” Darius gave him the once over. “When did you become Charlie Sheen?”

“Honey, I needs me some coffee, otherwise I might just die.” Allyanora tossed the bracelet at Darius and skipped towards her husband. Her black curls bounced down her back over her white, ruffled blouse and her many layered skirts flounced about reminding Darius of a gypsy.

Allyanora leaned up on her tip toes, kissed her husband on the cheek and took the paper cup he offered her. She moaned in sheer joy when she sipped the steaming drink. “Perfect. Hey!”

Darius snatched the cup from her hand and held up the bracelet again. “Explain. This. Now.”

“Give my wife her coffee back.” Bastian moved towards Darius but stopped when Allyanora placed her petite palm on his chest.

“You fight him for it and no one gets coffee, and a cranky Seer means bad news all around. Now, you.” She turned on Darius. “How did you get that bracelet?”

“How do you think?”

Realization lit her face and a frown wrinkled her delicate brow. “That’s impossible, her skull was locked away. No one should have been exposed to it, except the one to whom it would have been sent. I took precautions.”

Darius set the coffee down on an end table and crossed his arms over his chest. “Try explaining it to me again. And this time, don’t sound so naïve, it’s not becoming.”

And there was the bane of the relationship between Insta-Prophecy Hotline and the Templar Knights. Because of their close relationship, the Seers didn’t know if their world-ending prophecy included the Knights’ meddling beforehand. So, they kept the Templars out of the loop until the last conceivable moment.

Darius called it madness.

Allyanora believed it a necessity.

“I found the skull in the woods. She was supposed to come to me, that was our arrangement. But the plans changed and we adapted.”

Darius flinched. “L.G. jumped out of that plane without a parachute at night over a national forest, how in the hell did you find the skull?”

Allyanora tapped her temple. “Sometimes being a Seer has its upside.”

“You had no right to keep this from me.”

“I had every right,” Allyanora snapped.

“No, you didn’t.” He grabbed her arm and shook her. “It’s my job to end this.”

“Let her go.” Bastian pried Darius’s fingers off her.

Allyanora stilled and her eyes unfocused as if she were having a vision.

Which, in fact, she was.

Bastian led his unresponsive wife to the couch and gently eased her down to sit, and she acquiesced. It was a rare sight to see because Darius knew Allyanora did nothing with obedience.

But today was not a day for patience. If need be, he was willing to slap her out of her trance to get the information he wanted.

Bastian straightened and blocked his path as if reading his mind. “Brother or not, you lay another hand on her, so help me…”

Darius grabbed the front of Bastian’s shirt. “Because you’re my brother, I’ve shown restraint.”

“This is restraint?”

“She should’ve given me the skull when she found it. And this bracelet–”

“Was discovered by the very Seer who witnessed the prophecy.” Allyanora’s gaze now focused on Darius, but her eyes held the weary, aged look of someone who’d seen far too much. “The bracelet was supposed to have been sent along with the skull to protect the Chosen from possession.”

“Protect?” Darius let go of Bastian and turned the bracelet over in his hands. He didn’t think anything could protect a victim from being possessed once targeted by L.G. Man. It felt no different from any other benign, silver object. Aside from the cuneiform writing scrolled across its surface, there wasn’t anything that made the bangle stand out, no feeling of power emanating from it, no subtle drawing of awareness. Nothing.

“The girl won’t receive the skull until tomorrow, so you needn’t worry,” said Allyanora.

“Don’t tell me what I need to worry about. If I’d known about this sooner, your warehouse clerk would still be alive.”

Her face crumbled as if she had lost a close friend. For all Darius knew, she had. She bowed her head in silence, but when the moment passed her head shot up. “Do you know how hard it is to replace warehouse clerks? Most of the ones who apply are spies for Interpol, the Mossad, FBI, CIA, the KGB–”

“The KGB doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Tell that to them, they’re looking to make a comeback. Now, give me the bracelet.” She held out her hand.

“Why?”

“Because I think it’s time you passed the torch of hunting the skulls to someone else. Maybe Finley should take over for a while.”

“I wouldn’t wish this burden on him.”

“I don’t think it wise–” Bastian gave him a pained look of pity.

“Wise?” Darius couldn’t stand that look in his twin’s eyes. “The skulls have been my responsibility since I joined the damn Templars. They were the reason Jonathan recruited me. I should’ve been informed the moment the Seers got involved.” He looked at Allyanora. “How long has the prophecy existed?”

“Since Nostradamus.”

“Nostradamus?” Bastian looked at his wife.

Allyanora absently patted him on his arm and stood. “Don’t be jealous, honey, I knew him long before our paths crossed.” Bastian raised an eyebrow, but she had already turned her attention back to Darius. “Jonathan and I were friends. I watched as his mission tore him apart. By the time Nostradamus had his vision, Jonathan was already gone and you were slowly spiraling down the same self-destructive path.”

“I’m not Jonathan.”

“Of course you’re not, that man was a Spartan, an entirely different creature from the men of your Middle Ages. Yet, the end is always the same. L.G. Man and the hunt for the obsidian skulls have eaten away at you. It’s why I took control of the prophecy and kept you out of the loop. Now give me the bracelet.”

“If you had just given me her skull, I could have locked her away where no one would have found her. I could have beaten her.”

“There’s no beating L.G. Man,” she scoffed. “Locking her away is the equivalent of putting a band-aid on a festering wound. Eventually she’d break loose. Let me do you a favor, I’ll call the Grand Master and request he put another Templar Knight on the task.”

The Grand Master was the head of the Knights Templar, his word was law. To disobey, well, it never ended well for the one foolish enough to do so.

Allyanora pulled out her cell phone from a pocket in the fold of her skirt.

“Don’t you dare.” Darius grabbed her wrist and squeezed until she squeaked in protest.

Bastian fisted his hands in the front of Darius’s shirt. “Let go of my wife.”

“Down, honey,” said Allyanora.

“No, dear.”

“Men and their egos.” She glared at Darius. “How do you think this will end? You can’t destroy the skulls, they’re indestructible. You of all people know this.”

“I’ll stand sentinel over them.”

“Forever?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s the naïve one now?”

Allyanora turned back to her cell phone and tapped away on the touch screen. Darius was tempted to tighten his grip and break her wrist but refrained, even if she deserved it. When she finished, she looked up at him and waited. His cell phone in his pocket beeped, signaling an incoming text.

“I just texted you an address and a name. Consider yourself in the loop. Now be gone before I drop a house on you, too.”

He frowned and looked at Bastian who just shrugged. “She’s going through a Wizard of Oz phase.”

“Right.” Darius let go of her, and his brother let go of him. He slid the bracelet into his pocket and headed for the door.

“I know you’ve counted them.” Allyanora’s voice made him pause in the doorway. “Everyone who’s died since you took over the hunt. The ones you felt you could have saved had you stopped L.G. sooner. Know that counting was the beginning of the end for Jonathan. And his mentor before him.”

Darius pulled the door closed behind him, but her words echoed in his mind.

Chapter 3

Darius barged into the hotel suite at the Sir Francis Drake Hotel using a keycard the front desk clerk had given him without question. Sometimes it paid to be a twin. He stormed into the spacious, richly decorated sitting room that brought back memories of Rococo-era France and found the target of his ire curled up on the couch flipping through a magazine.

“Honey…” Allyanora looked up with a smile. Her light blue eyes were bright and her black curls tumbled around her shoulders in wild abandon. Her smile faded. “Oh, it’s you.”

He wasn’t sure what he wanted more, to strangle her slender neck or shake some sense into her. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he settled for glaring at her in a way that would have made any war-hardened Templar Knight snap to attention.

“Over forty years,” he burst out, “and you didn’t think I should know?”

“Whatever are you talking about, Darius?” Her British accent flowed lazily over him as she flicked her magazine shut.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, L.G. Man’s obsidian skull, the entity I’ve been hunting for the last seven hundred years. Oh, and this.” He pulled out the gaudy, silver bracelet from his back pocket and shook it in front of her. “What does this have to do with anything?”

Allyanora tossed the magazine aside, plucked the bracelet from his hand and examined it closer. “Where in the world did you get this?”

The door to the suite opened and Bastian walked in carrying some groceries in a cloth bag and two steaming paper cups in a cardboard drink carrier. “Darling, sometimes I think you like sending me on fruitless errands because I know you knew I wouldn’t find– oh, Darius, you’re here already.”

Bastian and Darius were almost exact copies of each other. Six feet in height, dark brown eyes, wavy dark brown hair, lean muscular build and naturally olive-colored skin from their Roman ancestry. Aside from Allyanora, no one could tell them apart. Their only differences were cosmetic. Darius kept his hair long and a bit unkempt, and preferred to be clean shaven. Bastian tended to have shorter hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his chin.

Bastian set the bag down on the counter in the little kitchenette and scrutinized his brother’s appearance. “You’re wearing black. Still? You’re not living in Victorian-era England anymore.”

“It’s better than khakis and a striped shirt.” Darius gave him the once over. “When did you become Charlie Sheen?”

“Honey, I needs me some coffee, otherwise I might just die.” Allyanora tossed the bracelet at Darius and skipped towards her husband. Her black curls bounced down her back over her white, ruffled blouse and her many layered skirts flounced about reminding Darius of a gypsy.

Allyanora leaned up on her tip toes, kissed her husband on the cheek and took the paper cup he offered her. She moaned in sheer joy when she sipped the steaming drink. “Perfect. Hey!”

Darius snatched the cup from her hand and held up the bracelet again. “Explain. This. Now.”

“Give my wife her coffee back.” Bastian moved towards Darius but stopped when Allyanora placed her petite palm on his chest.

“You fight him for it and no one gets coffee, and a cranky Seer means bad news all around. Now, you.” She turned on Darius. “How did you get that bracelet?”

“How do you think?”

Realization lit her face and a frown wrinkled her delicate brow. “That’s impossible, her skull was locked away. No one should have been exposed to it, except the one to whom it would have been sent. I took precautions.”

Darius set the coffee down on an end table and crossed his arms over his chest. “Try explaining it to me again. And this time, don’t sound so naïve, it’s not becoming.”

And there was the bane of the relationship between Insta-Prophecy Hotline and the Templar Knights. Because of their close relationship, the Seers didn’t know if their world-ending prophecy included the Knights’ meddling beforehand. So, they kept the Templars out of the loop until the last conceivable moment.

Darius called it madness.

Allyanora believed it a necessity.

“I found the skull in the woods. She was supposed to come to me, that was our arrangement. But the plans changed and we adapted.”

Darius flinched. “L.G. jumped out of that plane without a parachute at night over a national forest, how in the hell did you find the skull?”

Allyanora tapped her temple. “Sometimes being a Seer has its upside.”

“You had no right to keep this from me.”

“I had every right,” Allyanora snapped.

“No, you didn’t.” He grabbed her arm and shook her. “It’s my job to end this.”

“Let her go.” Bastian pried Darius’s fingers off her.

Allyanora stilled and her eyes unfocused as if she were having a vision.

Which, in fact, she was.

Bastian led his unresponsive wife to the couch and gently eased her down to sit, and she acquiesced. It was a rare sight to see because Darius knew Allyanora did nothing with obedience.

But today was not a day for patience. If need be, he was willing to slap her out of her trance to get the information he wanted.

Bastian straightened and blocked his path as if reading his mind. “Brother or not, you lay another hand on her, so help me…”

Darius grabbed the front of Bastian’s shirt. “Because you’re my brother, I’ve shown restraint.”

“This is restraint?”

“She should’ve given me the skull when she found it. And this bracelet–”

“Was discovered by the very Seer who witnessed the prophecy.” Allyanora’s gaze now focused on Darius, but her eyes held the weary, aged look of someone who’d seen far too much. “The bracelet was supposed to have been sent along with the skull to protect the Chosen from possession.”

“Protect?” Darius let go of Bastian and turned the bracelet over in his hands. He didn’t think anything could protect a victim from being possessed once targeted by L.G. Man. It felt no different from any other benign, silver object. Aside from the cuneiform writing scrolled across its surface, there wasn’t anything that made the bangle stand out, no feeling of power emanating from it, no subtle drawing of awareness. Nothing.

“The girl won’t receive the skull until tomorrow, so you needn’t worry,” said Allyanora.

“Don’t tell me what I need to worry about. If I’d known about this sooner, your warehouse clerk would still be alive.”

Her face crumbled as if she had lost a close friend. For all Darius knew, she had. She bowed her head in silence, but when the moment passed her head shot up. “Do you know how hard it is to replace warehouse clerks? Most of the ones who apply are spies for Interpol, the Mossad, FBI, CIA, the KGB–”

“The KGB doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Tell that to them, they’re looking to make a comeback. Now, give me the bracelet.” She held out her hand.

“Why?”

“Because I think it’s time you passed the torch of hunting the skulls to someone else. Maybe Finley should take over for a while.”

“I wouldn’t wish this burden on him.”

“I don’t think it wise–” Bastian gave him a pained look of pity.

“Wise?” Darius couldn’t stand that look in his twin’s eyes. “The skulls have been my responsibility since I joined the damn Templars. They were the reason Jonathan recruited me. I should’ve been informed the moment the Seers got involved.” He looked at Allyanora. “How long has the prophecy existed?”

“Since Nostradamus.”

“Nostradamus?” Bastian looked at his wife.

Allyanora absently patted him on his arm and stood. “Don’t be jealous, honey, I knew him long before our paths crossed.” Bastian raised an eyebrow, but she had already turned her attention back to Darius. “Jonathan and I were friends. I watched as his mission tore him apart. By the time Nostradamus had his vision, Jonathan was already gone and you were slowly spiraling down the same self-destructive path.”

“I’m not Jonathan.”

“Of course you’re not, that man was a Spartan, an entirely different creature from the men of your Middle Ages. Yet, the end is always the same. L.G. Man and the hunt for the obsidian skulls have eaten away at you. It’s why I took control of the prophecy and kept you out of the loop. Now give me the bracelet.”

“If you had just given me her skull, I could have locked her away where no one would have found her. I could have beaten her.”

“There’s no beating L.G. Man,” she scoffed. “Locking her away is the equivalent of putting a band-aid on a festering wound. Eventually she’d break loose. Let me do you a favor, I’ll call the Grand Master and request he put another Templar Knight on the task.”

The Grand Master was the head of the Knights Templar, his word was law. To disobey, well, it never ended well for the one foolish enough to do so.

Allyanora pulled out her cell phone from a pocket in the fold of her skirt.

“Don’t you dare.” Darius grabbed her wrist and squeezed until she squeaked in protest.

Bastian fisted his hands in the front of Darius’s shirt. “Let go of my wife.”

“Down, honey,” said Allyanora.

“No, dear.”

“Men and their egos.” She glared at Darius. “How do you think this will end? You can’t destroy the skulls, they’re indestructible. You of all people know this.”

“I’ll stand sentinel over them.”

“Forever?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s the naïve one now?”

Allyanora turned back to her cell phone and tapped away on the touch screen. Darius was tempted to tighten his grip and break her wrist but refrained, even if she deserved it. When she finished, she looked up at him and waited. His cell phone in his pocket beeped, signaling an incoming text.

“I just texted you an address and a name. Consider yourself in the loop. Now be gone before I drop a house on you, too.”

He frowned and looked at Bastian who just shrugged. “She’s going through a Wizard of Oz phase.”

“Right.” Darius let go of her, and his brother let go of him. He slid the bracelet into his pocket and headed for the door.

“I know you’ve counted them.” Allyanora’s voice made him pause in the doorway. “Everyone who’s died since you took over the hunt. The ones you felt you could have saved had you stopped L.G. sooner. Know that counting was the beginning of the end for Jonathan. And his mentor before him.”

Darius pulled the door closed behind him, but her words echoed in his mind.

Recent Releases

Book 2 of the Insta-Prophecy Hotline Series is now available in eBook and Print.

Paperback Available exclusively with:
Amazon
Amazon UK

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
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