Layla’s POVI had no destination in mind, so I let Kane take the lead and we strolled through a number of communal areas in the Crimson Shadow Pack while we talked, earning a lot of curious looks in the process.Normally, this should’ve set me on edge, or at the very least, I should’ve even been hyp
I opened my mouth to protest that I didn’t want to lead the Pack, but he proceeded on as if he couldn’t see me, stating that he wanted his little brother to get a shot at living a normal life.“But even if none of this happens, even if he ends up taking the spot anyway because you don’t want it: Get
Hector’s POVWhen Layla told me that she would be working alongside Kane Fairley to sort out the issue with her abilities, I hadn’t been happy about it, but the look in her eyes had stopped me from raising a fuss.It was pretty clear that the lack of progress she’d made in her sessions with Evangeli
Gaius was capable, but going off the last message Carlos sent me, tensions had started to rise back home and only my presence would stop them from bubbling over and erupting—I NEEDED to be back.These were the thoughts running through my mind when I rounded the corner in the hallways leading up to m
Hector’s POVIn the moments after Malcolm had finished speaking, while his request was setting in I considered both of the Holloways seated on either side of the room. They stared at each other, then me, and as the seconds passed without an answer from me they shared a second meaningful look. Then
He trailed off, watching to see my reaction as his words sank in. I asked what he was insinuating, and he chuckled.“Do you truly believe it to be coincidental that Kane would succeed in diagnosing my granddaughter and curing her of her afflictions where his mother, an arguably more gifted Mind Work
Layla’s POVEven with my eyes closed tightly shut; I could practically see the smug grin on Kane’s face as he carted away yet another unsuccessful item that’d failed to pry free a memory from the sealed recesses of my mind. “Patience, my eager little pupil,” he said in a voice several octaves deepe
The rest soon followed—the rattle and shutter of a truck engine starting up, with the air smelling of exhaust and gasoline, and grease from the kitchen.There was a plate stacked high with pancakes and waffles in front of me, drizzled completely in syrup. We were at a nearly deserted truck stop, and