Page 32 of Pretty Kitten

The issue was, they also wanted an innocent child.

Perhaps they could run, like Daunte had suggested. But where?

“Of course,” Tria replied, matter of fact. “To every problem, there’s a solution, and this one seems particularly simple.”

Clari could see Ace hold Zack tighter, fully expecting Tria to attack. But the woman was still talking to her teenage friend, indifferent to the Alpha and the dozen pair of eyes on her.

But then she explained the details of her plan, and, for the first time in two weeks, Clari had hope.

Clari had met Daunte at the door with a radiant smile after his patrol, rather than the growingly sulking expression that he’d come back to over the last few days; but the real surprise awaited inside, sitting next to Niamh and waiting for him to explain her plan.

“How could that be possible?” Rye asked.

Tria smirked. “Leave it to me,” she’d replied mysteriously.

“You’re a Descendent, aren’t you,” Tracy blurted out from the other side of the room; she’d kept her distance from Tria, the magnificent creature who made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Rye and Daunte did their best to avoid looking at her, both hating the fact that they had to acknowledge just how breath-taking she was. The other males didn’t mind.

“A Scion,” Tracy added.

Daunte hadn’t expected an actual response, but Tria just said, “Yes.”

Well, this explained that. He was pretty certain he was allowed to find a goddamn modern-day goddess attractive. Although Clari would probably not see it that way if she even suspected he might like what he saw.

Then again, she’d salivated over Luke a time or two. That unpleasant memory alleviated any sense of guilt.

“Scion or not, we’re talking about something I’ve never heard about before. Are you sure it’s doable?” Rain asked.

“It won’t be easy, and you’ll still have to defend yourself while I take care of that. But yes, I can do it.”

Here they were again; waiting for their fate. This time, they did so without certainty, as Hsu was of no use whatsoever.

Tria had gone home.

“I need to go,” she’d told a distressed Niamh. “Your little Seer saw enemies at your door; she saw you in this house the day it happened, remember? If I had been around, she wouldn’t have seen any of that. Which means you would never have thought to call me.”

Clari’s head hurt trying to understand what she meant. “So, you’re saying if you don’t leave now, you’d change the future, which may change the past?”

Yeah, that made sense. Not.

“A lot of people think visions are a one-way street; but if you want them to come to pass, sometimes you have to work for them.”

No one seemed to quite buy that.

“Right, let’s try something. I’m staying,” she announced. “I’ve one hundred percent decided to stick around.”

Tria then turned to Hsu.

“See anything?”

The girl closed her eyes, and her mouth dropped open.

“It… changed. The vision. We’re not in the lounge, we’re outside. I still can’t see but the block has changed. It’s not just red anymore.”

“Let me guess, some blue, some yellow, with a sprinkle of apocalypse on top?” then she turned back to Niamh. “I have to go. We have a plan that relies on the information we have at hand; in Hsu’s vision, I wasn’t around at the start of the battle, and I came back right after. That, we can deal with.”

The Scion spoke softly to Niamh. While she seemed to look at all of them with something akin to indifference and contempt, there was real affection between her and the teenager.

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