Chapter One Hundred Eighty–Two
DRAVEN
When the doorbell rings, For fached over the toilet, having experienca brand new kind of morning boss that just seems to bigar out. Damonic lovers above me, waking like fan might jump out of skin art attend I appreciate that he wants to tolly would rather las got the track cut when I yok.
take pa,
“Domonic,” I grundled, resting my aching head against the cord goreel seat that manents wyn, was the bed a different vid worship, “someone I
I heard it balry, but I’m leaving you here dying, he lisses, rubbing mad.
“I’m not dying, Idor!! 1 snap, shoosing hils meddlesome hands away. “Gp and answer the door! I want to know who it ir
“It’s not my dad, baby, so don’t worry about the door.”
“Domonic,” I groan. “I love you. I do. But sometimes, you are an idiot. Please. The longer you stand here, the less I want to watch and fucking need to rotch! So go and answer the door. For the love of God. Please.”
I know who is and war don’t want any. So no!
“Olu for fuck’s sake,” I cry. “Tease let me puke in peace. I don’t want you watching me.”
Tack that. I want to be here for everything my baby puts
s you through.
Tine,” 1 growl as a wave of anger washes over me. So great is my fury, that I think my eyes might be as red as the fires of hell. With a final shout of warning I reach out and snatch his balls in my hand, squeezing them like a vice, zero tenderness in my grip.
He makes a noise that is half squawk, half groan, then bunches forward in pain. “Drawn, no! Fuck! I won’t leave e you.”
“Get the fuck out! I screech, releasing him to turn around and let loose with a stream of orange goop. The sound of my retching bounces across the bathroom walls and Domonic drops down to the floor next to me. He rubs my back as the last of the bile drips down into the
Suddenly, his scent climbs over me, surrounding me, invading my senses… and just like that… my nausea is gone.
Oh! Oh my God! That’s nice…
“Domonic,” I whisper, falling weakly against him and burying my face in his chest. I rub my face across his shirt, breathing in tremendous amounts of him, as much as I can get. “Damonic, I love you.”
“Baby,” he says, somewhat exasperated. I love you too, but did you really just wipe your vomit all over my shirt?
“Just shut the fuck up,” I say, “I want you to hold me and never let go. Please. Please, hold me”
“Of course, baby. But you do remember Felix is waiting at the docks, right?”
“Shut up.
Just quiet, just hold me,” I insist weakly. “You’re not to let me go until I’m satisfied.
“Baby,” Domonic coos, stroking my back. “You know I have to be in Blackjack soon. Why don’t you brush your teeth and I’ll get you some crackers for the trip.”
It’s your scent that does it,” a deep, languid voice sounds from just beyond the doorway. “Crackers wont do anything for a shifter pregnancy. However, raw beef will. That, and your scent are the only things that can help her when she’s nauseous.”
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femember imiting you to just waltz inside my house. How did you get in here?”
here? He come back?! | mean, I know he said he would, but I honestly didn 1 know if he would.
Go? Hrs here? He com
to get happy when he shows up. HE LEFT YOU.
he come back the little girl inside of me says.
1 transformed into a bat and floated in through the chimney,” Glo joked and I laughed into Domonic’s shirt, despite myself.
“First of all, we don’t have a chimney, and secon
second–you owe me a
we me a new lock, Domonic growled. “You have no business here.”
“I do if she wants me here,” Gio says. “And whether she does or not, she deserves to know the truth of why I left. She deserves to know who she i. and so do you. So I will not be leaving her again, unless she asks me too.”
“Fine,” Domonic states. “But if you upset her even once, or you break any more promises to her
“Domani” I protest, but he ignores me.
wear to God, I’ll rip you limb from limb.”
Gio chuckles, and its a sound that rings so greatly of a past long forgotten, that I shiver. Is it possible that I blocked out all my good memories of him and my real mother? Could I truly have felt betrayed enough to wipe them from my memories? Somehow I think the answer is
Yes, I could have and yes, I did.
Suddenly, I want to hear everything. I want my memories back. The good ones.
them back
I want to know about my mother. I want to know who Isabel really was and why Gio left me with her. I have to hear it all.
Releasing Domonic, I turn to face Gio, who looks every bit as distinguished and perfectly groomed as he did the last time he you like yachts?” I ask him, and I feel Domonic tense against me,
here. “Da
Gio smiles, his liquid gold eyes flashing with something I can’t quite recognize. “I love yachts. I own three. You loved them too. From the time you could walk.”
Taking a deep breath, I decided to take the plunge. “You were worried about us heading to the island without Taedora, right?” m I ask
Domonic.
His eyes narrow as he nods slowly. “Yes… but I told you, Bart and Grant offered to stay back with you ladies.”
“Well they don’t have to. You need them with you for this. They’re going, I say, assuming command and pushing myself up off the floor. Ignoring the wary look that Domonic is giving me, I turn to face Gia. There have been some break–ins at the pack’s bar and hunter attacking in the mountains. The kind of men that hunt for shifters,” I inform him and he nods as if he already knew that. Domonic want! me and the rest of the females on the island where it’s safe.”
“A solid plan, Gio says, shooting Domonic a look of approval. “But you should still have protection.”
“Exactly,” I say, biting my lip. “So I was thinking, that since you came to talk and I have to leave that you
“I would love to, Draven. La mia piccola bambina,” Gio says softly.
Again, a shiver travels over me, but this time… it seems to come from somewhere else. “Those words…” I say, almost remember hearing them from somewhere else.”
nods sadly. “Bianca. She loved you very, very much.”
tears
rs filling my eyes. “I can
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I allow thrkly, almost afraid to neh my next question, Towever, he se
I try to tell myself not to be disappointed, had it doesn’t do any good. The
He nb, Ves: It does
“How did she die? I ask sadly.
His face darkens, his eyebrows drawing together with pain. He wisspers
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