Free The Travelers: Book Two by Sennah Tate Page A

that sent butterflies to her core.
    “You shaved,” she remarked, feeling his smooth skin against hers.
    “Like I said… I don’t deserve you. I just want a chance to try my damnedest.”
    She snickered.
    “You didn’t have to shave for me.”
    He shrugged with a wry grin, “I want to do whatever I can to make you happy. I know I’ve sucked at it. I’ve sucked at pretty much everything lately. I still don’t know what all of this shit is, but I can’t help but feeling like we should be dealing with it together.”
    She leaned in for another quick kiss, her heart full to bursting. Could this really be happening? Could she and Aaron actually work?
    Aaron’s cell buzzed in his pocket but he moved in for another kiss.
    Buzz.
    His hand wrapped around her neck and he tried to angle his height in the car to get a better position.
    Buzz.
    “Aren’t you going to get that?” Izzy asked.
    Aaron shrugged, “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
    Izzy answering giggle made him smile — a real smile, not a carefully crafted one.
    Buzz.
    Aaron groaned and pulled away from her, letting his hand fall from her neck to her thigh.
    “One sec,” he answered the phone, “Hello?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Uh… yeah?”
    “No shit?”
    “Sure. Be there in five.”
    Izzy frowned; just that quickly she was shoved to the side.
    He turned to her with an apologetic glance.
    “Your brother,” he said, answering the question she hadn’t asked.
    “What’s happened now?”
    “Ty said he got a video.”
     
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    “All right, whiz kid, what’s this urgent video that everyone needs to see?” Trick said, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
    “Uh… you’re all going to want to sit down for this,” Ty said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
    Everyone took their usual seat at the conference table, but something was different.
    Izzy and Aaron sat next to each other.
    No one commented on the new development. It was too difficult to predict either of them.
    Ty lowered the projection screen and turned the lights down until the disturbing image came into view.
    A masked man — Preston Waters — held a woman by the hair and taunted the camera.
    “Lookie loo, Travelers. I think I have something you might want,” he sang merrily.
    The woman’s eyes had dark purple circles under them, her hair was matted and old dried blood stained the rags she wore.
    Ty paused the video.
    “That’s Reddy Francis, the secretary that went missing a few days ago,” he said, hitting play.
    Preston grabbed her by the throat and slowly applied pressure to her windpipe.
    She clawed and fought against his grip; Waters only laughed.
    “Who’s ready for dinner?” he cried as Reddy’s face purpled.
    Alina couldn’t watch. She knew what that meant.
    From every corner of the warehouse shadows crept out. They latched onto Reddy and fed from her.
    She grew paler and paler.
    Aaron expected him to let her go any moment. They seemed to prefer live hostages; he didn’t expect this to be anything more than a taunt.
    “Oooh ho! Looks like we’re hungry today aren’t we?” Waters laughed.
    “Stop it! You’re killing her!” Izzy screeched.
    Aaron placed his hand over hers.
    “Why… why doesn’t he stop?” she asked in a whisper, tears streaming down her face.
    Reddy went limp in Waters’ arms. He dropped her to the floor without another thought.
    He stepped forward until his mask filled the frame.
    “There’s plenty more where that came from. Who’s going to stop me?”
    The lights came back on and the projection screen retracted. For a moment, no one said anything. They were all in shock.
    “Did he say…?” Gemma asked.
    “Traveler s ,” Carson said, confirming her suspicions.
    “Are there more?” He asked Alina.
    She shook her head, “There were… I don’t think there are any more. I believe you’re the only one.”
    “So what does Preston Waters know that we don’t?” Ty asked.
    “I don’t know,” said Carson,