Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“You should be able to relax now. Have some tea. You must keep up your strength.”
I open my eyes to find my grandfather sitting across from me with his own teacup in hand. He sips at it as he looks over the cup at me.
“How much longer?” I take a chance and speak.
“Tanrı will let us know when. We are almost there. The journey is almost complete.”
“Let’s hope we still have a friend when this is over.”
“We will,” Kenji says with that wolfish grin he gets.
I’m not so sure he’s right, not after what has been done to his mate.
I Am Here
“Good night,” Beck yawns.
Bourne is still brooding over losing at chess as he lies bundled in his bed. I’ve already had a talk with him about being a sore loser. He reminds me so much of Bradan when we were little.
“Good night, buddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Tell Queen Billy I said good night and I’ll see her tomorrow,” Beck says.
“Why don’t you tell me yourself?” I turn and do a double take.
Billy is standing in the doorway dressed in a tight black minidress. She has on these sexy black heels that wrap around her ankles, running up her calves like jeweled coils. The straps across her feet are jeweled too.
“Billy,” Bourne coos and perks up. He opens his arms and sits up.
The little stinker. He wouldn’t even talk to me a moment ago. Billy goes over and sits on his bed, and he wraps himself around her neck. She hugs him tightly and he melts into her.
I can’t even get upset. I think Bourne is the one who needs Billy most. That little temper of his might be a concern in the future.
She kisses the top of his head and ruffles his hair. Bourne kisses her on the cheek. “You look pretty and you smell nice like Mommy used to.”
“Thank you, Bourne. Are we still on for our date tomorrow. I’m ready to bake some cookies,” she croons as she palms his little face.
“I will be ready. I’m going to be a good helper so I can get extra cookies,” he says with a smile.
“That means you need to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep. Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Mo … Queen Billy,” he says, catching himself before calling her Mommy.
I close my eyes and stifle a groan. This is what I knew would happen. I can’t put this talk off any longer.
“Night, Beck.”
“Night, Queen Billy. See you in the morning,” he replies sleepily.
“Are you spending the night here or coming with me?” I open my eyes as Billy places a hand on my chest and whispers the words.
I search her face, wanting to take her sweet lips but knowing I need to wait. They are painted with a shiny gloss that makes her full lips pop. Placing a hand on her hip, I lead her from the room.
“What’s this all about?” I ask as we walk out the door.
“You will find out. Just follow me.”
I lace my fingers with hers as she leads me through the main building. I feel like things have been strained between us since we arrived here.
I want to get back to the connection we were forming before we had to come here. Back then it felt like we were building a life. I was making my way through Billy’s walls, little by little.
“You don’t let me into your thoughts anymore. Are we okay?” Billy asks softly as we make our way up to the tower.
“Hey, baby, we are. I’m just not sure you want in on everything I have going on in here.”
“You sure it’s not all the T and A around here?”
I release a laugh. “You need me to remind you that you’re the only one?”
“Maybe after this,” she says as we step into the open tower on top of the main building of the complex. Lanterns are hanging all around the area, lighting up the panoramic views. In the center of the space is a table set for two.
“You know I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to feed me first,” I tease.
“You’re totally ruining this,” she laughs.
I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m all yours. Where do you want me?”
“Come sit. I have dinner for us.”
I follow her to the table and pull out her chair then I take the seat across from her. She causes the domes over the plates to vanish.
The food smells damn good. It reminds me of a steak house I used to frequent a long time ago. As the place transforms to look like the old speakeasy, I know Kenji helped her with this.
“I see you have made a friend here,” I say with a smile.
“I might have.”
“To what do I owe all of this?”
“I think it’s time we talk. You’re hiding your feelings from me for a reason. I think part of that reason is because I haven’t been straightforward with how I feel about you.