roof like dandelions popped up from the earth in the spring. There were plenty. The solid, gray-flagstone castle all but dared him to try to breech its walls. The place reminded him of a time long ago when kings built fortresses to keep people like him out. Without so much as a game plan, he veered to his left, and wormed his way around the backside of the home on his belly, cutting through the grass with the stealth of the snake he felt like.
He stood, brushed the dirt from his clothing and peeped in the kitchen window. Ethan had never met or even seen photos of Raven St. James or any of her family for that matter, but he’d heard tales of her beauty, hence the nickname, little Beauty.
Not a lot to go on!
What I really want is the beauty I left at the restaurant. Shake that vision, Eth, coz her two side dishes bite back.
Standing on top of the air conditioning unit, he decided no baby lived in this monstrosity. The manor held a tranquil setting, more like a library or a morgue.
This is insane. I have to get the hell away from here. I’m so not a kidnapper. Turning to abandon this ludicrous plot, a cold, dry force-field encased his body like a layer of freezer wrap, prepared to suck every last drop of moisture out of him. He recognized the Maestro’s calling card.
You will do this, Ethan, because, otherwise, I shall cut off your lifeline when we see each other once more. And I don’t mean your bank account. Raven is not a fit mother. I will not have my grandchild raised with that family. They executed my son. Remember this.
Isn’t that what family court is all about, Xier? That’s why there’s a judicial system. So people can spend their last hard-earned cent giving it to the lawyers and judges only to get screwed over legally.
You will not disappoint me, Ethan. Betray me once and you’ll regret your very existence. They will thank you in the end. As will I.
About to tell the Maestro where he could stick his ‘ Betray me once ’ bologna, a tall woman with thick, blonde curls walked right in front of the French doors he peered in and headed for the fridge. He ducked when Blondie cranked her neck back and stared at the back woods. Her light blue eyes looked like a husky’s or wolf’s eyes and then the belly came into view. “No freakin’ way! She’s the one that puked on me.” Ethan retreated to the wooded area. “Could this night get much crazier?”
****
Jovan knew something or someone was in the woods watching her. If the hairs like cactus needles jabbing her neck were any indicator, she had only one choice. André, I’m sorry to disturb your dinner, but we’ve company in the woods.
André turned to Savanah. “Flash everyone. We’re out of here.” He tossed a wad of bills on the table, and headed for the exit.
We’re on our way. Are you all right? Where is Molly? Is Duncan home with Luce, Serina and the baby yet?
Molly’s in Elyza’s room wallpapering. Raven’s on her way up from Poughkeepsie with Jonah and Payton. Duncan, Lucian, my sister and the baby are still in the city.
I’m two blocks away, Cherié. Don’t worry. Stay away from the windows and doors. I’m pulling up in the drive now.
Just how fast did you drive?
Cherié, I always drive like a madman to see you.
You’re an imbecile, just as your sister says.
That’s Lucian she calls imbecile. Not me. Would someone please get this right?
André moved with a blurring speed while Julian circled the house from the opposite direction. He may not have been a vampire like his siblings or a werewolf like his brother-in-laws, but being a donor a few times a week to Lucian, he reaped the benefits of speed, strength, and telepathy with everyone in their family. There was an upside to this paranormal, supernatural, phenomenon André enjoyed most days. Right here, right now, he wasn’t feeling it.
Julian met André on his hands and knees, his nose to the ground like a pit bull, sniffing out every grain of dirt. He looked up, his
He stood, brushed the dirt from his clothing and peeped in the kitchen window. Ethan had never met or even seen photos of Raven St. James or any of her family for that matter, but he’d heard tales of her beauty, hence the nickname, little Beauty.
Not a lot to go on!
What I really want is the beauty I left at the restaurant. Shake that vision, Eth, coz her two side dishes bite back.
Standing on top of the air conditioning unit, he decided no baby lived in this monstrosity. The manor held a tranquil setting, more like a library or a morgue.
This is insane. I have to get the hell away from here. I’m so not a kidnapper. Turning to abandon this ludicrous plot, a cold, dry force-field encased his body like a layer of freezer wrap, prepared to suck every last drop of moisture out of him. He recognized the Maestro’s calling card.
You will do this, Ethan, because, otherwise, I shall cut off your lifeline when we see each other once more. And I don’t mean your bank account. Raven is not a fit mother. I will not have my grandchild raised with that family. They executed my son. Remember this.
Isn’t that what family court is all about, Xier? That’s why there’s a judicial system. So people can spend their last hard-earned cent giving it to the lawyers and judges only to get screwed over legally.
You will not disappoint me, Ethan. Betray me once and you’ll regret your very existence. They will thank you in the end. As will I.
About to tell the Maestro where he could stick his ‘ Betray me once ’ bologna, a tall woman with thick, blonde curls walked right in front of the French doors he peered in and headed for the fridge. He ducked when Blondie cranked her neck back and stared at the back woods. Her light blue eyes looked like a husky’s or wolf’s eyes and then the belly came into view. “No freakin’ way! She’s the one that puked on me.” Ethan retreated to the wooded area. “Could this night get much crazier?”
****
Jovan knew something or someone was in the woods watching her. If the hairs like cactus needles jabbing her neck were any indicator, she had only one choice. André, I’m sorry to disturb your dinner, but we’ve company in the woods.
André turned to Savanah. “Flash everyone. We’re out of here.” He tossed a wad of bills on the table, and headed for the exit.
We’re on our way. Are you all right? Where is Molly? Is Duncan home with Luce, Serina and the baby yet?
Molly’s in Elyza’s room wallpapering. Raven’s on her way up from Poughkeepsie with Jonah and Payton. Duncan, Lucian, my sister and the baby are still in the city.
I’m two blocks away, Cherié. Don’t worry. Stay away from the windows and doors. I’m pulling up in the drive now.
Just how fast did you drive?
Cherié, I always drive like a madman to see you.
You’re an imbecile, just as your sister says.
That’s Lucian she calls imbecile. Not me. Would someone please get this right?
André moved with a blurring speed while Julian circled the house from the opposite direction. He may not have been a vampire like his siblings or a werewolf like his brother-in-laws, but being a donor a few times a week to Lucian, he reaped the benefits of speed, strength, and telepathy with everyone in their family. There was an upside to this paranormal, supernatural, phenomenon André enjoyed most days. Right here, right now, he wasn’t feeling it.
Julian met André on his hands and knees, his nose to the ground like a pit bull, sniffing out every grain of dirt. He looked up, his
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