Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 134747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
It’s part of the Brayshaw way, to grow into manhood young, marry right out of high school, and produce an heir just as quick.
Maybe because of this they have an upper hand here as running this town has prepared them to be strong men all their lives, but it’s hard to say for sure.
All I do know is while Zoey’s shy of three-years-old and definitely won’t comprehend every little thing, she’s smart as a whip and picks up on things fast. It won’t take long for her to realize her new home is mine as well, and she’ll seek out my attention.
What am I supposed to do when she does, walk away?
Yeah, right.
I’m the person she saw the most, outside of Maria.
Maria.
I haven’t spoken to her since before Zoey came home. Not that she and I talked about anything other than Zoey, but she did care for the youngest Brayshaw for years, and now it’s only her and acres of land.
I pull out the cell phone Raven had sent to me when she was gone and scroll to Maria’s name, hitting send, but after a few short rings, the line goes to voicemail.
I don’t leave one.
She may have given birth to me, but I never had a mother, or love and affection, for that matter, as I now know a child should.
Back then, though, I knew no different.
You don’t miss what you never had, and I had nothing.
At least, not until my tenth birthday when a man showed up at the door with news, or at least it was news to me.
I had a sister—Raven.
The man who came to share the information was Mero Malcari, the biological brother to Rolland, the boys’ dad, who was believed to have died the night the Brayshaw family was attacked eighteen years ago, the night Rolland chose to save his friends over his own blood.
Mero was a sick man, and the day he dared to roll up to the Graven estate, the home of his family’s enemy, he strode in with a smirk, head held high and all, prepared to barter.
I’ll never forget it.
The bushes shake and I pause, tilting my head all the way back to look up at the tip of the wall.
The deep green leaves cover the heavy stone, the strands braided over the top to hide the thick, spiked metal wire beneath it, but they don’t rustle.
There’s no wind today.
A smile breaks free and I jump to my feet, promising the new lilies I’ll be back to give them their home, just beside the female that had offered it life.
I wipe my hands along the cool blades of grass near my thighs, peeking through the small sliding door to make sure the lock’s shadow is still seen beneath it, indicating it’s bolted in place, as normal. I’m locked inside.
I scoot over to the wall, tug on the brush twice, and wait.
It takes a moment, but then it’s tugged back.
A low laugh leaves me as I lean forward, reaching inside the thorny bushes, meeting a soft pair of fingers once I’ve stretched as far as I can go. I drop my head down, peek through the tiny opening, and there are his eyes, peering into a small hole he created, the rest of his face hidden behind bricks that separate me from everyone else.
“You’re back!” I grin even though he can’t see it. “And just in time. It’s almost midday, the bird will be flying by soon.”
Or maybe he can, because even though all that is visible are his eyes, I spot the fear and sadness clouding his.
“What’s the matter?”
“I can’t watch the vulture fly with you today.”
My excitement falls, bringing my shoulders down with it. “How come?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and then, “There’s a man. He’s come for you.”
“A man… what man?”
His gaze leaves mine a moment, but then it comes back, and the sadness is gone. “You’ll see. He’s on his way, and your father is with him.”
My eyes widen. “Now?”
“Now.” Strain pulls at his eyes and he sighs. “Be brave, do what he says, and you’ll be okay.”
“You’re scaring me.”
He hangs his head, whispering, “It’ll be okay, Garden Girl. I don’t know if he’s a good man, but if you listen, I know he’ll try to be.”
“What do you mean, why would I have to listen? Nobody’s allowed to talk to me.”
“They’re coming!” he hisses. “I can’t wait to see you.”
“See me how?”
“I’ll be with you soon,” he rushes out.
Something blooms in my chest, my hand sinking farther into the ivy. “Promise?” I whisper.
“I promise you. It’ll be you and me forever one day, no matter what.”
Voices sound in the distance.
“Go!” he hisses again.
I quickly glance behind me, and when I look back, the only friend I’ve ever had, but never even seen… is gone.
I quickly stand and rush back to the flowerbed, but the door is thrown open the moment I reach it, so I jump back to my feet, lowering my head as my father’s shiny shoes come into view, another pair planting just beside them.