Page 46 of War's Witch
“Smoke, I want you to meet my Ol’ Lady, Cleo. Baby, this is Smoke. He is a member of the Three Kings MC.”
I shake the hand Smoke offers. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”
“You too.”
“How you feeling?” he asks me.
I shrug. “Okay. It could have been worse, so I am grateful for that. I am just glad that the fucker is dead so he cannot hurt anyone else.”
He smiles at Mason, and they speak without saying anything, a smirk firmly on Smoke’s face.
“She is good wife material, brother. Lock that shit down.”
“Smoke, what do you want?” Mason asks, making Smoke’s grin widen.
“Just thought I would come and check on you both. Pres wanted an update.”
“She agreed to move to Vegas with me.” I hear the pride and love in Mason’s voice, and it makes me smile.
My heart is fucking full, something I never thought I would get.
“Now that I do like to hear. I will pass it on to Pres. Taya and Lottie will be happy to have another Ol’ Lady around the club. You take care now, sweets. Do not let this big oaf boss you around.” He winks and leaves before Mason can speak.
Mason climbs onto the bed with me, careful not to jolt my battered body. I sink into his hold, feeling warm and secure. His big arms are like a safety net, keeping me from falling.
“I knew something was wrong. My gut was telling me, and then I heard a voice.”
“What do you mean?” I keep my eyes closed, snuggled into his body.
“I heard Lilian telling me that you were in trouble and that I needed to go to you. I fucking knew you were in trouble. Then Rogue came in with information, and I knew that I had to get to you.”
“She helped save me.”
He pulls back, frowning as he looks down at me, but I see confusion and shock etched on his face.
“You believe in all that mystic shit?”
“I do. I believe that there is a spiritual power that is around those who need guidance and reassurance that they are going to be okay.”
“There is a part of me that believes that, too. The night of the Halloween party, the night I met you, you did something to me. I tried to push it down but a spell was cast the second you looked at me. Then, while I was at the bar, this landed in front of me.”
He produces a black feather, making me gasp.
“How?” I finger the soft black feather, my heart rate picking up speed.
“What do you mean, how?”
“Mason, since that night, I have been finding black feathers in random places. At home, at the studio. There was even one tucked under the wiper on my car. What does it mean?”
“The last Halloween party Lilian and I went to, she wore a black feather boa. I believe that this is her way of giving us her blessing. But do you want to hear something extra creepy?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes off the feather.
“Savage has a black feather tattoo on his arm. I asked him about it, and he told me it was a reminder of a fucking amazing night he had when the club came to Vegas for Halloween. He hooked up with some guy who had a black feather boa, because some woman gave it to him while walking down the Strip.” His smile is wide, full of love and wonder.
“Lilian gave her feather boa to the guy Savage hooked up with?” I edge.
“It is too big of a coincidence for it not to be. I think Lilian led me to you, baby. She picked you for me.”
