Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Lucas will mourn Jimmy, his older brother. This makes me sad. Not because Jimmy is a great loss to the pack. Jimmy was driven by nothing but greed and baser urges. Rare to see an ounce of kindness or empathy in him. But I’m sad because of how Lukey will feel. One of Jimmy’s few redeeming qualities was that he was protective over his little brother. But he wasn’t the best example and I constantly worried about that, trying delicately to remind Lucas that he doesn’t have to follow in his brother’s footsteps.
There’s also the rest of the herb mixture I hid, too, under the liner of the suitcase. I bite my lip, my thoughts again flitting to Malachi. I wonder, not for the first time, what transpired between him and my brother after I left to come here. Wyatt obviously started pulling him into the inner circle by the fact he sent him here with Jimmy.
“Eat up, fuel up. We’ll go for a run if you want,” Greyson says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I survey the food that’s taking up most of the large kitchen island. I’m not usually such a glutton. Then again, I’m not accustomed to having so much food available and I have to admit, I’m a little worried about some of it spoiling before we get a chance to eat it. Letting food go to waste is probably considered an even bigger sin than gluttony in Silver Hills.
It must have been the alcohol. And Bailey who egged me on.
“I wonder how Bailey is feeling,” I say.
She told me she wasn’t much of a drinker and felt the booze as fast as I did.
“My sister may have gotten herself even drunker than you. At least you didn’t puke on me,” Greyson quips.
“She puked on you?”
“On Jase when he was drivin’ her home.”
My eyes widen. I sniff the air. “He’s not here anymore. New scents.” One scent is a scent I smelled before.
“Finn and Sean. Jase was gonna come back but something came up.”
My expression drops.
Greyson frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“I… d-didn’t get a chance to offer Jase anything to eat or drink,” I fib. “He spent all that time out there looking after me and I didn’t offer him anything. Maybe we should offer them some-”
Greyson cuts me off aggressively, “No bullshit. Not ever, Stace. Yeah?”
I jerk back.
“That’s not it. What is it?” he asks.
Shaking my head, I stammer, “I… uh… nothing, just...”
He straightens up and drops the fork full of spiral pasta that’s in his hand, with anger emanating from his eyes, so I speak fast while feeling like my heart is going to gallop straight out of my chest.
“It’s just… I heard a few of them out there last night and the one called Finnegan doesn’t have a very high opinion of me. I can hardly blame him after my transgressions against your pack. Pay no attention to me, I’ll just–”
The stool makes a screeching noise as Greyson pushes off and prowls out of the kitchen.
Uh oh.
“Grey…” I try but he ignores me and keeps going, so I follow down the hall and down the few steps to the front door. I stay in the doorway and watch him point his finger in the face of that Finnegan guy.
My hand covers my mouth as I listen.
“Hear me and do not expect me to repeat it. If we have to visit this again, it won’t go well for you.”
“What’s the matter, Grey?” the guy asks, losing the color in his face.
A third guy walks up the driveway as this is going on. Another alpha who came into the diner, who I poisoned.
Greyson continues, aggression rolling off him, “You say another negative thing about my mate either in her presence or if I happen to get wind of it, you’ll be spitting out your goddamn teeth, you get me?”
“Sorry, Grey. I meant no harm. Just shooting the shit out here and–”
Greyson growls. And this isn’t a sexual sounding growl. It’s a terrifying one, one that results in Finnegan showing Greyson his neck.
The beta standing near him looks at his feet.
Finally, body language I’m familiar with. But I can’t help but feel awful about causing Greyson to get angry again. And this won’t help my cause with the people in his pack, will it?
Now I’ve gone and snitched.
The other alpha’s eyes slide over me and so I back away before I can see his appraisal form as an expression on his face because it’ll show what he thinks of me, and I can well imagine. I sprinkled that herb into whipped cream that I put on top of his coconut cream pie in the diner. I put just a pinch. Way less than I was supposed to. But I know he got sick from it. If he doesn’t recognize me, he’ll have heard by now about it.