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The five of us spend the rest of the evening talking, eating biscuits, drinking hot chocolate, and playing card games. Eventually, we switch on the TV and settle in to watch a movie, all cuddled together on the sofa like puppies in a pile.
It’s heaven.
All worries and troubles melt away in the cosy atmosphere of the home, and all that remains is peace, harmony and love.
ChapterForty-Six
Elijah
I’m dreading this.
I’m actually nervous about telling Morgan what I need to, but half of it she deserves to know, and the second half, well, she needs to know.
I rap lightly on the open door after sunset. She is curled up in her nest, dressed in Nik’s tee and a pair of my boxers that wandered from the washing machine a couple of weeks ago.
“So that’s where they went,” I murmur when she looks up from the book she’s reading.
She raises an eyebrow but then looks down and shrugs. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, have all of them. They look better on you anyway.”
She laughs softly. “Thanks. What’s up?”
“Why do you think something is up?”
“You have serious face.” She closes her book and sits up.
“My face always looks like this.”
“Not when you look at me.” Her cheeks heat up, and she lowers her eyes. The only word for it is, coquettishly. It’s fucking adorable and ignites the fire in me. But I made a vow, and I intend to stick to it. It won’t be long now. Several weeks have passed since she moved in here, so her heat is edging ever closer. It will rock both of our worlds with waiting, and she knows it.
“May I?” I ask, indicating the chair next to her bed.
“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”
“I don’t have to, but I want to.”
“Understood,” she murmurs. “So, is shit about to hit the fan?”
“Not really. I hope. It’s about your ex-pack.”
“Oh.” Her flat tone and blank expression tell me all I needed to know how she feels about them if I didn’t already know, of course.
“They were denied bail, remanded and trial set for a few months’ time.”
“Oh.” Her tone becomes more interested.
I sit down on the chair.
“Do I need to do anything?”
“No, at this stage, you won’t be called for evidence. Maybe later on, but you don’t know anything, so it might be redundant. We don’t know yet, but I wanted you to know.”
“Thanks,” she mutters, looking at her book.
“There’s something else. We are finally able to move in on Blackstock. Pierce has been more than cooperative.”
“That’s good.”
