Until Willow (Until Her #8) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“Where is she now?” I ask scared to know but sure that was not the end of her story.

“She passed away from a drug overdose in Vegas while partying with a group of men who flew her in and paid to spend the weekend with her.”

“No.” My throat gets tight.

“She didn’t know that we had been looking for her.” His jaw clenches.

My heart breaks for him, for all of them.

“I’m so sorry.” I know the words are meaningless. I can’t imagine finding out that someone I loved was no longer alive and because of such horrific circumstances. And with his brothers and him all growing up in foster care, I imagine that would make them value the bond they share even more, so it had to be devastating for them to find out someone they considered family had passed away. And knowing what I do of him, I can’t help but think that he would believe he failed her in some way—they all probably think that.

“The system failed her, then we failed her.”

“You guys were just kids,” I remind him gently, even though I’m sure he felt far beyond his age even when he was just a kid himself. “And now your brothers are working cases where women are being targeted, and you’re somehow involved with helping them?”

He lifts his chin. “We—” He cuts himself off when his cell phone rings, and he reaches over to grab it off the counter. He puts it to his ear, then tells whoever is calling that he will meet them downstairs before he hangs up. “Pizza’s here. I’ll be right back.” He steps back, then in a blink, he’s out the door.

I sit there on the island and stare at where he disappeared for a long time, trying to wrap my head around what he just told me and what that says about him.

Clay Raven is beyond complicated, and something tells me I’m just now scratching the surface of who he really is. Logically, I know I should walk away and cut my losses before I’m in too deep, but he’s already got his claws in me, and I doubt I could walk away, even if I wanted to. He’s a good man—the kind of man who would do whatever is necessary to protect the people he cares about. Another thing I know is he’s got his own walls, even if they are not as obvious as mine. His are made out of things like live-wires and hidden booby-traps that could possibly explode before you even realize they are there and that makes him dangerous for a multitude of reasons.

Chapter 11

Willow

WAKING WHEN I register light behind my closed lids, I blink my eyes open and stare at the expanse of Clay’s bare, tattooed chest that, at some point in the night, I must have decided to use as a pillow.

Last evening after he came back upstairs with dinner, we ate sitting in his kitchen, and there was no more heavy talk about his sister or Carly. Instead, we spoke about his trip to Colorado, where he went to check on a building he has that is being remodeled like the one here. We also spoke a little about my family, and his brothers.

By eight, even as early as it was, I couldn’t stop yawning. Between the wine, a full belly, and an adrenalin crash, I was done and ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. And seeing this, Clay ushered me into his room, gave me the toothbrush I used last time I was here – a toothbrush he saved like he knew I was going to be back – and a t-shirt to wear to bed. Then, with a kiss to my forehead, he told me to shower and go to bed—that he had some phone calls to make. And not feeling even a little awkward or anxious, which goes to show just how exhausted I was, I did just that. Then, with my hair still damp, I got into his bed. I sent a text to my parents checking in, then a separate one to my dad filling him in on what happened, because I know that, even if he doesn’t get it until they reach whatever port they land in next, that’s better than not saying anything at all, especially when he could find out the news from someone else. And after that, I laid down and apparently passed out before Clay even came back into his room.

Careful not to wake the man that I’m basically sleeping on top of, I slide my thigh off his, then move my hand from off his waist, and roll to my side so that I can check the time. As I grab my cell phone, Clay rolls into me, wrapping his hand around my waist, and curving his body around mine.


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