Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I’m just glad Grey didn’t go and leave me here. I shudder to imagine what Lincoln and Jase will think if they do get behind those gates and see what I’ve come from. The idea of Grey seeing it has bile bathing my wisdom teeth.
“So,” I say, “You pulled the knife out of my brother’s hand with your mind.”
He says. “Shocked the shit outta me, too.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Your eyes were bleeding,” I whisper.
“It didn’t hurt like you’d think. What hurt was not being able to rip him to shreds. Intense emotion often means our eyes light with our inner fire. The level above that usually means blood vessels blowing in our eyes.”
“Like your head is about to explode,” I say.
“Yup.”
“Will you… go there? To Silver Hills?” I ask.
“Let’s see what the morning brings. Go from there. Let’s get some sleep, babe.” He presses a kiss to my mate mark before he shifts to his wolf shape, which startles me, but he remains still beside me and I know he’s again doing it to sleep light, to protect us. I snuggle into his soft fur and close my eyes. His wolf begins to purr for me, and it doesn’t take long to drift off after all.
30
Grey
My phone rings. I grab it and leave the room since my mate is sound asleep in my bed. She sleeps on her belly. Nude. Beautiful. And all mine.
“Hello?”
“Hi Grey, it’s Ronnie.”
“Veronica,” I greet my cousin.
“Do you have a minute?”
“I do,” I say.
I’ve got nothing but minutes right now as I wait to hear from Jase and Linc who are looking for Wyatt and Sherry.
I’m wishing about now that I hadn’t let them run off half-cocked like that. I’m wishing I’d had my cousins whip up some of whatever potion allowed Wyatt and his betas to get into our village without us picking up their scents.
If they don’t have luck in the next twelve hours, I might ask Erica if she can help with that.
“When I met Stacy yesterday, I touched her,” Veronica says. “And you know when I touch people or their things… I often get information about them.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say.
“I don’t always want information. And I don’t get all the information, just big things. Traumatic events or big secrets. Things that dominate their personalities.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s been very badly abused, Grey. Badly.”
“What does badly mean?”
“We have to find a way to stop them. I don’t know how much Stacy has shared about her upbringing, but Greyson, it’s bad. Like… really bad.”
After I end the call, after staring out the window for a while trying to simmer the rage boiling in my blood, my phone rings again.
I don’t recognize the number calling.
“Hello?” I answer.
Nothing.
I repeat, “Hello?”
A female clears her throat. “Greyson Blackwood?”
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“I… I’m Soleil Young. I… wonder if we could meet. And if you agree, I would just please ask… not that you owe me anything… but I would ask that you keep it just between us for now.”
“Why?” I ask, feeling no emotional attachment to the voice on the other end of the phone, which strikes me as odd.
In fact, my gut has gone stone cold.
“There’s bad blood with me and some important people in your life, people I’m not looking to connect with at the moment. I’m interested in a connection with you, so I thought we could just keep things between us if there’s any chance we can become… acquainted. For now, at least.”
“I wasn’t asking why you wanted it between us. I want to know why you want to meet. Why you want to know me?”
“I… you’re my son.”
“Hasn’t seemed to bother you in more than three decades. Why now?”
“Well…” She pauses and I don’t know if she doesn’t know what to say or if she’s doing it for effect. “They suppressed my ability to practice my magic, but I feel like things have recently changed for you. I’ve been… apprehensive about reaching out, what you might think of a mother who was cast out of not just her marriage, but also her coven. I know I have a lot to answer for. But I can’t shake these visions that have come frequently as of late. I can’t shake the feeling that you might need me.”
“My father mated again after you.”
“I know,” she says firmly.
“Gave me a new mother. She’s here for me every day, every time I need a mother.”
“I’m glad,” she says. “It hurt to imagine you growing up without that.”
“Any of this have to do with me coming into a fuck ton of power lately?”
The line is quiet for a beat before she says, without an ounce of timidness, “Well, your new mother is human, isn’t she? She can’t help guide you with your magic.”
I immediately reply with, “Aunt Mimi can, can’t she? I’ve also got Vivica, Ronnie, Jessica, Dani, and Erica.”