Page 139 of Lunar Diamonds
Get ready for pain, Kingwoods.
I felt complete, connected to my destiny, every power in place. Now Isaac needed his diamond fixed, and Preston needed to get his hidden arse into this house.
Easier said than done.
After the diamonds were in place, I sipped tea, curled up on the recreation room sofa beside my brother. I rested my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped an arm around me.
It was amazing to have him back onboard. He promised to never saunter out of my life like that again.
“I’ll fling you into the sea if you do,” I’d warned. “I can do that now.”
Drake was in his room, Erin in hers, while the Brambles joined us for some chill-out time.
I struggled over killing Jonathon. Hating myself for giving into the darkness that drove the knife into him. No matter how many times I told myself it was a do or die situation, it didn’t ease this burden on my soul.
I’m changing…
Killing came with being an Aurora, and I’d have to get used to it. Because there were only four days to stop the Kingwoods now.
Hecate spare this city from bloodshed…
That was down to us, though. She’d given us the tools to stop it from happening.
I still considered my proposal on involving the High Coven. It’d be shot down, but maybe we could work with them. At least against the Kingwoods. Things didn’t have to be difficult. We were in a new age with a new generation.
Right?
“This family is fucked up,” Isaac said, kicking Uncle Jonathon’s diaries perched on the coffee table. “Why couldn’t he be like a wise old sage for his dear nephews?”
I lifted my head. “Because he was a monster.”
Who you butchered…
I swallowed, my hands twitching with remembrance of the stabbing. Of the blood. Of his betrayal against his family.
He deserved it. He deserved worse. I just needed to accept myself as the justice giver.
Isaac sipped his whiskey on the rocks. “What if there’re more out there?”
“Scary relatives?” Aaron asked.
“Twisted second cousins.”
“I hope not,” I said.
Isaac swirled the ice in his glass. “I’m so worried about Preston. Feeling it here.” He touched his heart with his thumb.
Okay, I wasn’t quite numbed enough to face the rest of the day. After a rollercoaster of horror, sex, and more horror, I needed a stiff drink.
I slid off the sofa, hitting the mini bar. I poured out a neat spiced rum, knocking it back in one.
Better.
I poured another drink, adding coke, craving more of a release. I wouldn’t find much of it in this bottle, but there was a different avenue of distraction.
“Guys?”
Their heads turned my way.
