Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 169578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 848(@200wpm)___ 678(@250wpm)___ 565(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 848(@200wpm)___ 678(@250wpm)___ 565(@300wpm)
“Here they go,” Cain grinned. “You might want to cover your ears, Christian.”
Cover his ears? The noise, which was some sort of pounding music got louder and then all three women barked in unison, “Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah! La-la oh their life goes on!”
His shock was complete when he heard his mate’s voice collide with the others, as if this was something she’d heard a hundred times before.
“Anna loves The Beatles,” Adam said as if that explained anything.
“You allow her music?”
“The machine has to be wound, so I see no real harm in it.”
Christian peered into the kitchen where the women bounced in a circle, smiling and laughing as if best of friends. He glanced back at the two brothers and scowled. This would not be a reciprocal arrangement. They would not be hosting such heathens at their hearth anytime soon.
The door opened and the youngest Hartzler sister, Grace, appeared. Her focus went directly to the women bouncing about in the kitchen. Another round of squealed greetings was abruptly followed by uproarious laugher erupting from the females.
“So, Chris,” Cain said, slapping a hand on his back. “How goes the mating? Tired yet?”
“Christian,” he corrected. The front door opened again and Christian stilled.
His half-brother’s stare hardened the moment he saw him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The Hartzlers had brought Dane and his sister to the farm, complicated residuals from Jonas Hartzler’s calling. He supposed the boy’s entry created a sort of bond with the family, but he was not their family. He was Christian’s. And, even then, he was not.
Rather than answer the boy, he turned to Cain. “Will there be any other guests?” He had reached his limit and wanted to leave.
The door shut behind Dane. His narrow glare followed Christian as he entered the house.
He supposed that was kind of the Hartzlers to include the boy, but that didn’t mean Christian had forgotten his threat. If he saw the half-breed so much as look at his mate, there would be consequences.
The rumpus in the kitchen quieted and then the females sang in a much softer, harmonized tone. A story of lonely people.
Ignoring the males, he drifted to the kitchen door and curiously watched. The females laced their arms forming a huddle and swayed in a circle. Together, they howled, “Ah, look at all the lonely people!”
Delilah sang with the familiarity one might know a hymn by heart. “Eleanor Rigby, died in a church and was buried along with her name.”
“Nobody came,” Sister Anna sang.
“Father McKenzie…”
He turned back to the den, pleased they at least chose a song that vaguely mentioned faith.
His displeasure at having to attend the dinner party was curbed by his mate’s lighthearted joy. The uncomfortable visit could only last a few hours, but it would pass like an eternity. After the females finished their uproarious performance, dinner was served.
Delilah sat beside him, staring at the flavorful spread of prepared meats. Her expression remained tranquil, but her thoughts had shifted to utter panic.
Christian reached under the table and closed a supportive hand over her thigh. You’re not breathing, pintura.
It’s a Portuguese slaughter. Even the rice is soaked in blood.
“Dig in,” Sister Destiny said.
Delilah reached for her glass of water and guzzled it down.
“Delilah,” Sister Grace spoke softly from across the table. “Perhaps you’d like to start with some bread.”
Christian reached for the basket she held. “Thank you, Sister Grace. You’re very kind.”
The female nodded, and he recalled she had a gift for telepathy.
She’s reading you, pintura.
Shit—
His hand returned to her thigh. “Take some bread.”
His mate took two rolls and picked at the dough. No one seemed to notice that she wasn’t eating the main course. But when the dishes were passed around the table, he felt obligated to place a small serving of each on Delilah’s plate.
Just move it around with your fork.
She lifted her fork but only stared at the sliced meat and soaked rice.
“This is delicious, Destiny,” Sister Annalise praised.
“Very good,” Brother Adam agreed.
“Do you like it, Christian?” Sister Destiny asked. Her husband should correct her for not addressing him correctly.
“It smells very flavorful. Thank you.” It seemed to escape everyone’s notice that there had not been a prayer. “Shall we say grace?”
The scraping of forks over china silenced. Sister Grace was the first to bow her head. Adam looked to Cain being that he was the head of the house.
“Right,” Cain said, bowing his head. The others silently followed, but Christian did not feel the usual unification he experienced at service. There was disquiet in the hearts of these immortals.
“Amen,” Cain announced, and everyone, save Delilah, continued to eat.
By the end of the meal his mate had a napkin full of meat and a belly full of bread and water. He’d found Sister Grace the most abiding of the group, until she started bickering with Dane. Christian couldn’t imagine why they would invite the boy if the two could not tolerate each other.