He wanted me to stay away until after Thad was killed. "Alyssa, I swear I wasn't working for Drackus when I came to be with you. He walks over and pulls me to him, letting the back of his hand caress my cheek. Gage doesn't waste time pleading his case. Drackus relents with a begrudged motion, but he flashes Gage a warning glare before the doors shut. He breathes out heavily, and my mother leads Drackus into the study, giving me some privacy with the dark user. "Part of what prophecy?" I ask while turning to Gage. My daughter needs to know about who she really is, and since you're part of that prophecy, you've been let in." "But that's not what you came here to discuss. "It's apparently not," Mom says, releasing me before she turns to walk toward the study. "Just like I said to begin with and you told me it was impossible." "The light is living with an imposter," I snarl. "Does the light know you're here?" Gage asks, moving toward us as he speaks. He looks to Calypso, seeming confused by her presence. It's even harder not to think of the hot steel in his tongue. It's hard not to want to taste the cool silver of his lip ring right now. His jet black hair is the perfect bedroom messy style that makes my knees wobbly, and his blue eyes find mine instantly. Gage can come in," he begrudgingly strains out through gritted teeth, and the door swings open to reveal the dark user I thought I was doing well to avoid. He should be here as well."ĭrackus groans as Gage pounds on the door, impatiently demanding an invitation. He's right about telling her, and I want to be with you when you do.
"I trust him with this-just not with our daughter. She rolls her eyes, casting her disapproval of his vague response. "Do I trust him? That's a rather gray area. He doesn't want Gage to know about my mother?
"Go upstairs," he whispers to my mother, keeping his voice too low to be overheard. Drackus grips his head, and my mother avoids eye contact when I look to her for answers. My head jerks to Drackus, and my mother stiffens against me. "She needs to know everything, and I'm sick of covering it up.
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"I have every right, and you bloody well know it," Drackus growls, letting his usually subtle British accent roar free with more of a distinguished air. She won't answer, and I need to speak to her. "Call her," Drackus says with a haughty grin and a shrug. Let me talk to her and clear up the bullshit you've stuck in her head." I'm dealing with other matters," Drackus says dismissively, seeming bored with the dark user's presence. Mom cocks her eyebrow questioningly when she feels my reaction to his mere voice, and I refrain from rolling my eyes. "Since when can't I materialize inside your damn house?" Gage gripes through the closed door, apparently noticing the open window as well. Both he and Kane make me physically react to just their presence. With the door being solid, I can't see him, and I'm really, really thankful for that. My heart pounds heavily in my chest when I realize it's Gage who is spewing profanities. The slightly open window gives us the chance to hear the feverish cursing going on outside. "Drackus," she whispers warily, looking to him for answers about the intruder. I jump in reaction, and Mom's grip becomes protective. I'm here."īefore she can answer, there's a loud blast against the side of the house, telling us someone just tried to walk through the barrier. Her arms hold me almost too tightly, proving she's missed me as much as I've missed her. My tears start pouring out, rush my face with their heated flow. "Start at the beginning, and then tell me why you're here in Drackus's house," I whimper through restrained sobs while throwing my arms around the real mother I've missed more than I realized. Who the hell is at the light council if she's here? Staring at my mother in disbelief, my body floods with both relief and apprehension. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to places or incidents is purely coincidental. Characters, names, places, events, or incidents are products of the author's imagination. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This eBook may not be re-sold or given to other people. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.
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