Page 24 of Lightning Strikes

Does he know about my parents or was he the cause?

He did mention that he hadn’t been to Prescott in two decades… And since he’s not human, he could be a hell of a lot older than me. With the amount of wealth he tossed around, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s centuries older. Using fucking fae magic, probably stolen from the dead…

“Hey, come on. I’ll walk you home.” Mac waves his hand in front of my face and scoops up Scout and settles her in her box. “Mom and dad are still out on a walk, I’ll come back later for Max.” I nod and follow mutely all the way to my cabin. I frown as I get closer and smell chemicals… bleach and gasoline.

I race forward, running as fast as I can with how exhausted I am. And pull up to a stop and fall to my knees.

Every window is broken, my car is in ruins, my front door is wide open, broken and splintered down the middle… and from what I can see, every piece of furniture is in pieces, all of my dishes and appliances are thrown everywhere… I swear to fuck if my parent’s bedroom is destroyed, there will be no stopping my rage from boiling over to epic proportions.

I’ll most likely end up murdering Carolina and I’m not sure if anyone would stop me. Her scent is burning my nostrils. This was her. No doubt about it.

“I’m calling Adam. Stay here.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I need to check my parent’s bedroom. I fucking knew I should have moved everything to storage.FUCK!”I scream and stalk up to the cabin on shaking legs. I punch the exterior wall beside the front door. “If Adam isn’t here within the next two minutes, I’m going to fucking light his house on fire. He can’t keep his fucking whore of a mistress on a fucking leash? I will fucking strangle her with one hand and hang her from his rafters with the other!”

I stomp inside my cabin, not checking out any more of the damage… Pass my bedroom and step in front of my parent’s closed door.

The door is closed. It’s closed and still locked.

I pull the keys from my front pocket, jingling them as I shuffle them around until I find the correct one and sigh as I step in. Everything is in its place… My dad’s wallet is on beside his knives on his nightstand… My mother’s purse is on hers. The dresser and bed are fine. I tip toe to the closet where their clothes, shoes, and the safe are held… And nothing has been touched at all. I breathe a sigh of relief when I open up the safe and there are the three files, stacks of money, and my mother’s jewelry all accounted for.

“Everything good in there, Ang?”

“Yeah.” I whisper, curling up around myself and cry. I scream, cry, thrash, and sob. I’m so fucking happy that the cunt didn’t touch anything in here. I’m so angry at Adam. I’m devastated about Cal… I’m so fucking frustrated and feel so stupid that I didn’t know we could only mate with shifters. Why didn’t anyone ever tell me? Why didn’t I ever figure that out on my own?

The stale closet air doesn’t smell like my parents anymore… The thick white carpet is soft under my tired limbs and I curl up in a ball and close my eyes. “Where the hell are you?” I whisper into the small room and sigh. If I ever see Cal again…. I’m going to tear him into pieces until he fucking tells me who he works for, why, how, andwhat the fuck he was doing here and where are my parents.

I feel warm arms wrap around me and pluck me up from the ground. “Adam’s here. He’s pissed… I think this is the most mad I’ve ever seen him…”

I snort and glare up at Mac. “He can suck my fucking dick!”

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