Fractured (Josie) novel Chapter 256

Chapter 0256 

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Sage turns her head again, staring directly at the house and steps forward. She raises a hand pointing at it and hope fills me. This is it, Myles‘ bond is here, which means Harper could be in there, or someone who can lead us to her. I creep forward: Making sure not to step on anything that could give my presence away. The scent of mildew and decay tills my nostrils as I near the open doorway. I pop my head into the entryway. The floor is littered with empty beer cans and drug paraphernalia. 

“Hey, Man, you selling?” a dishevelled–looking man asks, bis eyes struggling to focus on me. 

He looks to be in his late fifties and his clothes are torn. His face is gaunt, and his teeth are rotten. 

“No, I’m looking for someone,” I say, 

“Are you a cop?” He asks with a look of disdain. 

“No. I’m just looking for… a friend, a female,” I tell him. 

“Ah you’re here to save your woman, huh, there’s one in the back, but she’s got some company if you know what I mean,” he winks, 

“Thanks,” I force a smile as I make my way through the filthy house. 

There’s another man passed out on the stairs, he snores heavily and holds an open can of beer in his hand, there’s a strong smell of urine coming from him and the sight makes me sad. When Josie wakes up, I’m going to ask her how I can get these people the help they clearly need. No one should have to live like this. 

“I don’t think these are rogues, just some humans in a bad situation. There is a female in the back, apparently. I’ll bring her out to see if she is Myles bond, but judging by the rest of the occupants of this house, she is not going to be in a good state,” I tell Deacon through the mind link as I step over another sleeping male. 

Okay, I’ll warn Myles,” D says. 

I work my way through to what looks like it was once, a kitchen, but all that remains is a sink that’s hanging off the wall at an angle and marks on the wall where the cupboards once were. In the corner of the room, there is a small tent set up, and I can hear breathing from inside. I stand there for a second wondering what to do next. It’s not like I can knock. 

“Hello,” I call, leaning down and unzipping the tent door. 

“Who is it?” a female voice slurs. 

“Erm.. I’m Axel, and I’ve come to help you,” I say as the door falls away to reveal a girl who looks no older than 19. 

The girl looks dirty and has clearly not had an easy life lately, but her eyes still hold a spark of life, unlike the man who I’d spoken to at the front of the house, his eyes had seemed defeated and dull. 

“Do I look like I need help from some random guy that I have never met before?” She says with a roll of her eyes. 

I look at the man passed out beside her, the filthy blankets under her and the empty glass bottles at the foot of the tent. 

“Yes,” I nod with a frown, what a stupid question. It’s quite obvious she needs help. 

“Fuck off, Dude, I’m not going anywhere with you, you are probably some pervert,” she hisses, throwing one of the empty bottles at me. 

“I am going to need some help in here, she is being difficult.” I say to Deacon through the mind link and another bottle hurtles towards my head.