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
My heart hammered in my ribcage as she opened the car door and reached for me, and I shied away but she took my face in her arms.“Oh, my love,” she began, her eyes growing moist. “I’m sorry, you weren’t meant to see any of that.” She continued. “The very bad man can’t harm us anymore, my sweet gir
Layla’s POVAt first I thought that I had misheard, but that was not the case. What was happening could simply be explained as the fact that my brain failed to immediately grasp the enormity of Hector’s message. Until, without warning, it did.My body grew stiff, as an image of Anya flashed through
“So what’s the long term plan?” I asked Hector incredulously. I wasn’t a particularly gifted strategist, but even to my untrained eyes, locking up over seventy percent of the Pack in a coup did not seem very sustainable.Hector frowned, and his eyes narrowed in contemplation as he chewed over my wo
Layla’s POV“Will you be coming back home with me?”I didn’t answer, not immediately at least. Instead I frowned, and as the seconds ticked past without a response from me I sensed a weary acceptance settle over my mate even though his face remained open, expectant. It was something in the way his