Part 61 (2/2)

The plane made its stop outside a hanger, pretty much like the one it left from, and I gathered they didn't want to draw too much attention to the fact that they were kidnapping, to customs, the question ”Do you have anything to declare?” sprang to mind.

I was close to bouncing in my seat trying to choose the right moment and hoping that Carrick didn't get up before me, these things were racing around my mind when the sound of the door opening made my final decision for me. Without a second thought, I jumped out of my seat and raced down in between seats like the one I had just vacated. I saw my chance and didn't hold back as my legs pushed me to the only freedom I could see. I was surprised at the speed I seemed to travel, as with one turn of my head, I saw that Carrick hadn't even made it out of his seat by the time I reached the door. I turned back and soon realised why.

The door was fully open and a figure stood in its opening preventing all chances of escape. My eyes tried to fully understand the trick they were playing. Surely this couldn't be real...it just couldn't be.

I was losing my mind, or was this some mind control, a cruel game, anything but the truth that now faced me. This person was my friend, not an enemy...how did this happen? When had my friends turned against me?

”h.e.l.lo Keira.” The voice that had greeted me so many times before didn't sound right with the picture in front of me.

”It...it... can't be!” I finally managed to get out as tears streamed down my flushed cheeks. I turned round now, understanding why Carrick hadn't even bothered to try and stop me, he never needed to. He actually looked sorry for me, until I saw the nod he gave the betrayer behind me. That's when things started to get numb. Like my brain was shutting itself down from shock but when my legs started to cave I knew the horrible truth...

I had been drugged.

Hands grabbed me and pulled me securely so that I wouldn't fall and I couldn't help but shout out at the contact, ”HOW COULD YOU?”

”I'm sorry, but there was no other way.” That voice, the voice of a friend, was the last I heard before a sickening blackness took over me, leaving me feeling cold, frozen to the bone with a bitterness so deep I could lose myself in it.

Trust was a clever thing, one that occurred so blindly that it didn't take thinking about. That was, until you discovered the reason for every bad thing that had happened the last few months now had a name...

Traitor.

Acknowledgements.

Firstly I would like to say huge thanks to all the readers out there that bought Afterlife and especially the ones who took the time to let me know they loved it. You're all brilliant and make my day!

A ma.s.sive thanks goes to my family and friends for your endless amount of support and for always having faith in me, you really are a force to be reckoned with! I would like to thank my mum for her commitment to seeing that The Two Kings was read the way it always was meant to with her meticulous editing. Also to my sister who not only read the book about many times but also made sure The Afterlife Saga looked the way it was always meant to with her fantastic and s.e.xy front covers. They really are my biggest fans and as my sister often says, ”It's easy to Crave the Drave!”

Once again I would also like to thank bands like 30 Seconds To Mars, s.h.i.+nedown, Foo fighters, Kings of Leon, Coldplay and so many others that helped me write the book of my dreams and inspired every word. If there was a song to listen to in this book it would be 30 Seconds To Mars, called L490 from the alb.u.m This is War and I would recommend listening to it while reading the Chapter the Temple.

I would also like to mention my best mate in the world who made my school days bearable. To Rhian, what a truly wonderful friend you are and although we are miles apart, we're always right next to each other in our hearts.

And last but not least my undying love to my husband who has had to put up with three years of Demons, Angels, Gothic nightclubs, vampires and endless household ch.o.r.es left to his manly hands, all the while listening to me tap, tap away on my very used laptop. Oh and did I mention an endless supply of tea!

Thanks for being my strength and such a magnificent dad who will no doubt mirror my own wonderful father, causing Ava to become a true daddy's girl.

I love you always, my hairy bear!

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