Page 94 of Moros

Morgana finally left me alone—she was actually humming while she all but floated from the room. Her talk left me feeling loved and warm.

Shaking my head trying to set the smile loose from my lips, I went back to the computer.

This time, I stopped working to find a new job and started digging through the net on information regarding wills. No one said anything to me over the years about my parents’ wills.

Apparently, if the well had gone through probate it was a matter of public record.

The excitement that caused had me searching like a crazy person until I found a link that carried me to a specific courthouse in Toronto. Usually, this kind of information wouldn’t be online, according to what I found. But after COVID, a lot of things were becoming virtual, and these records were some of them.

Finding my father’s will, made me lightheaded.

Printing off a copy of both—the first will and the amended version, I saved the link and closed the laptop.

Khadri returned alone looking exhausted. Even though he wanted to hear what I’d found, I insisted on him taking a shower first. I could see from his eyes that his head was killing him, but as per usually, he wouldn’t just come to me about it.

Once he was showered and dressed, I took him to bed, pulled him on top of me like that first night and massaged the back of his neck until he moaned and sighed.

“I have medicine for this, you know?” His voice was a soft rumble.

“Do you want me to get them?” I asked. “Do you have them here?”

“They aren’t good for me.” He admitted. “And I prefer this. It seems like the only time I can get you to hold me like this is when I’m in pain. I’m almost wishing for the migraines.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I never want to lie to you, Shorty.”

Sighing, I dragged my free hand down his bare back, then up again.

“Tell me what you found in your searches today,” he said.

“I think I found the reason why Paul is trying to kill me.” I replied.

“Oh?”

“My father’s will.” I explained then went on to tell him everything. “I can show you the wills when you’re feeling better. But if I die before I turn thirty, he gets almost everything my father owned.”

“How old are you now?”

“A lady never tells.” I giggled.

“Ryanne Larwick?”

I whimpered.

“Did that make you wet?” Khadri lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t. He’d just read the truth in my gaze and tease me about it.

Sighing dramatically, I decided to try changing the subject.

“I don’t think Paul knows about the amended version of the will,” I said. “The updated version says if I die before I’m thirty he gets nothing.”

“You love it when I growl at you.” He insisted. “I think you’re a submissive, Shorty and even better, I think I like it.”

“You’re like a dog with a bone!”

He laughed and settled against me again.

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