Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1)

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knew she could tell it was a lie. Her short legs made their way to the bed where I still lay. She took the empty plate from my hands and placed it on the vanity before sitting down on the bed.
    “You can tell me, you know. I may have a tendency of talking a lot but I am a great listener. And I can keep a secret.” She smiled at me and hers reached her eyes.
    I felt something pull at my heart from her smile. Her Strega eyes looked at me with such kindness. I knew I could trust her. She was, after all, a part of my family’s coven. I should trust her and confide in her but I just could not voice the words.
    “Thanks, Emilie, I needed to hear that.” I said instead.
    “You’re welcome.” She bounced off the bed, took my breakfast plate and skipped to the door. “Oh, by the way Yelson told me to tell you to meet him in the living room.”
    She disappeared out the door. I got up and brushed my hair. I braided it as I walked out of the room and into the living area. Yelson was sitting down on the farthest of the three armchairs from the hallway. A book that he was engrossed in covered his face.
    “You wanted to see me,” I said before my mind could go to memories of Simon in that same position.
    “Yes.” He lowered his arms closing the book. His eyes looked me over before he stood up. His look did not make me feel uncomfortable the way Weldon’s did the other day. He was not looking at me in a predator way but in a curious one. It was as if he were trying to figure something out about me. “I thought you would like to visit your horse. Cabel told me that she was put in the barn out back.”
    My eyes lit up at the thought of seeing Mary. I was glad that the centaurs took her to a safe place and did not just leave her outside. I followed Yelson out the back of the house.
    A barn, double the size my family had, poked out of the tree line to the left of the house. We crossed the large backyard that was nothing but grass boarded by the forest. Yelson opened up the giant wooden doors and walked in with me. The room had twenty stalls in total, ten on each side, most of which were occupied. Yelson led me to the third to last stall to our right. Mary stood on the far side of the large stall. Her dark hair glistened in the light.
    I smiled and called out for my horse. She quickly made her way to the door and poked her head out the opening. I scratch behind her ear and murmured about how much I missed her. She was the only living thing I had left. She was the only one who escaped with me.
    “Thank you, I really needed this,” I said to Yelson as I press my cheek to her head. His soft eyes examined my interaction with Mary. A lazy smile plays at his lips.
    “I figured you would want to see her, after everything.”
    We stayed at the barn for an hour playing with Mary. It was only when someone walked in that Yelson said it was time to leave but he promised me I could see her again tomorrow. I said my goodbye to her and walked out the barn with Yelson at my side.
    “Is there a chance I can talk to Cabel today?” I asked my bodyguard on our way back inside. I still needed answers and I knew Cabel would have them. He needed to have them.
    “He is not in today.” Yelson’s smooth voice traveled over my body as he held the glass door open for me. “I will let him know you want to talk to him when he gets back.”
    “When will that be?” I asked. Weldon was sitting at the breakfast table with a girl slightly older than me. Her dark blue eyes grazed over my body as I walked into the room. Her dark hair was also the same color as Yelson’s.
    “Tomorrow morning.” Yelson closed the door behind him.
    “Hello, Annie. It’s nice to see you this afternoon.” Weldon’s smile was back but it was kinder than when I first met him. His lips slightly parted showing his white teeth below.
    “This is my sister, Mari.” Yelson pointed to the girl who now stood up and left the room. “Sorry about that,” Yelson whispered in my ear.

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