Grayson's POV
The sun was peeking behind a sea of clouds and the windy air had a brittle bite to it. All of it served to make this cold Tuesday morning rather depressing. It was a perfect reflection of my mood. After my chat with Stravos, I went back home and tossed around on my bed until the sun came up.
Seven hours of tossing and turning and I was back where I had started, no solution in sight. Vladimir and Josie were on a collision course and the result of it will mean the end for us all. But how was I to stop it without losing my reason for living? I slammed the door of my car and stomped up the curved driveway of the Braille Manor. This route was one I had taken a thousand times, but today, it felt like I was heading to the gallows.
Today, I was going to seal my fate and let g
Grayson's POV (Continued) When I was seventeen, dad had almost committed sucide. I had only been able to exact a promise that he wouldn’t try such ever again when I swore to complete his mission. A mission that was beginning to look like it would be the end of me. Promise made, I had joined the guild when I was eighteen and enlisted in the army because father had thought it was good for me. Thirteen years later and two tours of Afghanistan, I was unemployed and cursing the day I promised my father that I would complete his mission. Glaring at the bronze double doors, I cursed my existence, and hers. Protecting her had destroyed my parent’s marriage and now it was about to snatch my love from me. But what could I do? I made a promise to my father to always protect her. I blew out a gust of frustrated breath and tried to keep my temper in check. Josie had n
The fates were against me today. A trip that should have taken only thirty minutes to complete, it’s been over two hours and I was still fvcking stuck in traffic. Why today of all days?In hindsight, it was kind of poetic. I mean, I was already having the day from hell, so why not just add insult to my injury? I tried Josie’s number again while I stewed in the traffic that was at a complete standstill, but she still wasn’t picking.Forty terribly long minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Braille enterprises. The original building had been demolished, but after four years of hard work, the right connections and several loans, Arthur Braille had bought not one but two large warehouses and turned them into the company headquarters.“Good morning Mr. Callahan.” Roxie, the receptionist, smiled when I walked into the office building.“Morning Roxie. Is Josie here?” I asked impatien
Grayson's POV(Continued) The sun had been banished for the day by the time the huge pointed tips of the coven’s gate came into view. I had driven past the beginning of their territory ten minutes ago but I was still nowhere close to getting to the main building. “Call Jo.” I ordered my computer even as I turned the headlights on. It was getting dark pretty fast and I’ve yet to see another soul. Entering the Blood Shadow coven without invitation was trespassing but I was banking on the fact that they couldn’t attack me in the presence of Josie and if she claimed me as her guest, then I would be in the clear. It rang and rang but still no one picked up. I drove up behind enormous black gates that gave no clue whatsoever to what lay behind them, only that it must be extremely vast, given that the walls were long enough to cover an estate. Fvck it. I waited for the c
Josie's POV“The decor is so nice.” Charlotte Woods, my best friend of eight years, appraised as she sipped her cappuccino. I didn’t glance around to check if her assertion was correct or say anything in disagreement. “Why are you so quiet? It’s freaking me out. You are never quiet.”“In a few hours, I face the man who took my father and I can’t even get him punished for what he has done.” My hands trembled a little as I dropped my tea cup on the saucer a little too hard. I preferred coffee any time of the day but I was a little too keyed up for coffee at the moment.She raised a perfectly painted checkered color finger at me. “One, you have nothing to prove that he took your dad. Two, whatever punishment he will be given should be after we have your father home safe and sound.” She raised her shoulder in a delicate shr
Josie's POV (Continued)“What?”“I called you a coward.”“Why would you say that to me? You know very well that I am no coward.” Yeesh. Reckless, impulsive, fearless, these are all words that various people have ascribed to me in my lifetime, but no one would even dare to think of the word coward and me in the same context.“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.”Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was v
Josieès POV(Continued)Once the debacle was over, I would have no reason to stay. I would still be stuck at home with no prospect and have a front row seat to the moony eyes they will make at each other. But the thought of not seeing Grayson everyday was torture. The only way I could guarantee that I would see him regularly was if I stayed where Anna was.Swallowing thickly, I tried to find my voice. “I. It’s a nice offer but,”She grasped my hands and squeezed reassuringly. “Think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. “ Her phone rang before I could form a reply. Char checked her phone and grimaced before she picked the call. “Good afternoon pastor James.” Her fake, barely there smile disappeared at whatever news pastor James was giving her.Pastor James was the pastor in charge of the parish her parents atte
Josie's POVThe house was still as dark and menacing as I remembered. A lot of cars were parked, not many. About a dozen or so. Vladimir was not hosting a party was he? Eh, that’s good news for me to be honest. Safety in numbers and all that. I was wearing a checkered shirt and jeans with my blue flats. But my hair was styled and I was wearing light makeup, that had to count for something right? Today of all days, I had to be underdressed to attend a party with people who were possibly the makers and shakers in our……. I smacked myself in the head viciously. The driver glanced at me sharply in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything, simply adjusting it unnecessarily. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to secure my father’s release, not wine and dine his kidnapper. My phone chose this exact moment to ring and I answered the call without checking the caller's identity. I
Josie's POVMy dad was not a perfect man, nor a perfect husband. Mum says dad is a bad husband, right before she proclaims him as the love of her life. I didn’t think dad was a bad husband, he tried his best for us but he and mum made a truly awful couple. I didn’t doubt that they loved each other dearly. Its just that their marriage was like being addicted to cocaine. No matter the high it brings for a while, the havoc it wreaks was longer lasting and extensive. My parents’ marriage is like that. They loved each other, that much I don’t doubt but without a doubt, those two brought out the absolute worst out in each other. Being alone in the same space turns them both into rabid monsters with only one intent; Hurting each other as much as possible. It started with verbal barbs intent to decimate their target, but lately, it was devolving into the physical, with mum alw