Page 74 of Witch Untold
Leif and Tor exchanged glances. But it was Rune who spoke.
Conah’s gone.He got a call and said he had urgent Dominus business he had to take care of. Something about the Academy? He said he was sorry and he’d be back as soon as he could.
Shit. Why was I so disappointed? Conah didn’t belong here with me. He belonged with Fee and the other reapers, but having him here, working with him, had kept the connection to that life alive.
But that life wasn’t mine any longer. It was time to let go. “I’ll find another way to help Jasper.”
“We’llfind a way,” Tor said.
I met his slate-gray eyes in surprise. “We?”
He hadn’t hidden the fact that he was less than happy with Jasper being a part of our dynamic. Accepted it, but had not been pleased about it.
“Yes, we.” He reached out and tucked an errant tendril of my hair behind my ear. “What’s important to you is important to us.”
“Thank you.”
He sat back and pressed his hands to his thighs. “So while we wait for Jasper to return, we have a surprise for you.”
A surprise? I tipped my head to the side. “I’m not big on surprises, guys. I mean, the only surprises I’ve had have been the ‘bite you in the ass and turn your life upside down’ kinds of surprises.”
Leif scooped me up off the sofa and hugged me to his chest. “Trust me, you’ll like this one. But first we need to get you washed and dressed.”
I arched a brow at him. “I’m perfectly capable of washing and dressing myself, you know.”
Tor moved in so I was sandwiched between the two of them. “But where would the fun be in that?”
* * *
“Okay, almost there.”Leif held his hands over my eyes while Tor held my hands, guiding me along the upper corridor of the main house toward the bedroom.
Yeah, I’d kinda sussed out what their surprise was, but there was no ignoring the butterflies in my stomach because this was a fresh start for us. The beginning of our family unit where we were all on the same page.
My boots sank into plush carpet and Tor let go of my hands.
Are you ready?Rune asked.
“I’m ready.”
Leif dropped his hands from my eyes.
A huge four-poster bed, hung with gauzy drapes and piled with pillows, greeted me. There was an ottoman at the foot of the bed covered in velvety cream fabric, a beautifully chic cream dresser, and a seating area by the window complete with a magazine rack and huge beanbag that screamed Wren.
“Guys, this is…wow. It looks nothing like it did before.”
“That was the plan,” Leif said. “We thought you’d like to put your own stamp on it, so we can go shopping for extras and…” His gaze flicked to Tor.
Tor grinned, and my heart stuttered at how that simple action lit up his harsh, forbidding features.
He took my hand and led me out into the corridor and to the room next door.
The huge space was lined with racks ready for my boots and clothes. Full-length mirrors covered the back wall and my stunned reflection stared back at me.
They’d done this for me. They’d gone to all this trouble just for me. No one had ever done anything like this for me before. The thought, time, and attention, and…
My eyes pricked and grew hot and the tears came, hot and unforgiving, as if another dam inside me had shattered. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed.
It was messy and unexpected, and oh, God, I felt stupid, but I was helpless to fight it.
