I had planned to have two chapters a day this weekend but I am proofreading Godrey's story, the second in the Shadow Warrior series to have it printed! Very excited! Thank you for reading.
~Grace’s Point of View~ While I was bone tired I couldn’t help but be absolutely curious what kind of evening my twins had planned. No one ever went out of their way to do much for me. I mean, the people my parents paid to plan my birthday parties, graduations, etc. They went all out, but it was hardly the same. If my mother spared a breath to give direction to the staff she considered that as her doing everything. She never once wrapped a gift, baked a cake. Never blew up a balloon or washed a dish. We pulled up to a cute little Italian restaurant I’d never heard of, which wasn’t saying much. When you grow up with a personal chef at your beck and call, eating out on a daily basis seems kind of pointless. Though when no one was around I did get delivery sometimes. “My lady,” Finch said, holding out his hand to help me out of the car. I blushed but smiled bigger than I had in a long time. They each locked into one of my arms as we walked inside. The hostess immediately nodded at us
~Grace’s Point of View~ “Within your family or within your pack or kingdom, if you are pledged to a leader, everyone in that group can mind-link. It’s something you have to be born with, unfortunately even if we mark you that just won’t be an ability you’ll have. Since Finch is my only family out here and anyone who leaves our kingdom loses officially being part of the unit, I can only do with my family that are also shifters,” Jack explained. The wolf leaned into me some more and I suddenly felt really hot. I got to my feet and marched toward Jack which wasn’t far. I stuck my finger in his face. It was hard to be mad at him, standing there in his boxers but I couldn’t get distracted! “Do you really mean to tell me that this entire time, all the time I’ve known you even that first night you guys were gossiping to each other behind my back while right in front of me,” I snapped. I huffed and put my hands on my hips. Okay I felt the childishness and stupidity of what I was doing but
~Jack’s Point of View~ Nox dropped Finch and Grace off at the cabin he’d rented. We then dove off the cliff and made quick work of finding a large fox and making him our second dinner. We’d gorged ourselves at the restaurant so a larger animal would have been too much, even with the flying around and all the calories burned there. We then had a quick dip in a waterfall to clean up. *Mate. She’s going to be our mate. She saw what we are and she’s not afraid,* Nox said, nodding. He was elated, and why shouldn’t he be? This night was meant to push Grace over the edge in every way. So why was I nervous? Why did I feel like I had to have pause? Her hesitation has now become mine. *Don’t you dare. She’s a grown woman, hell she’s older than us. She chose. She wants us. If you screw this up somehow…* he trailed off as we flew back. He was right. She’s not drunk. She’s not under my trance influence. She knows what she’s doing. We’ve given her so much information about our kind but I felt
~Grace’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Maybe we should just turn it off,” I heard. I groaned and rolled over. It was too warm and cozy for me to care about whatever that noise was, it was way too early. “It’s her mom again, we’re eventually going to have to tell her something,” another voice said, in a hushed whisper. I mumbled something but then realized it didn’t actually come out of my mouth. Desert. Can a bitch get a drink? “Mom has enough servants to get her tennis balls,” I groaned. A symphony of laughter filled my ears and I tried to open my eyes. When it finally worked I blinked several times and then I gasped. “My eyes! Oh no I slept with my eyes in,” I shouted, sitting up suddenly. I quickly put my finger in my eye and tried to take out the offending piece of plastic that would probably now be glued to me. But I couldn’t find anything. I tried the other eye, same thing. I blinked several more times and gaped at my hand, then beyond. Normally, I can’t see a damn thi
~Finch’s Point of View~ When Gloria invited her daughter to “dinner” it was rather silly of me to apparently interpret that as a quiet family affair. I was currently staring at two dozen other dinner guests. Pretty much all couples from what I could tell. The rich travel in pairs. Or with a staff on their heels. *Are we supposed to know what fork goes with what? Cause uhm…* I trailed off, speaking to Jack over mind-link. Elbows off the table, napkin in the lap. That much I know, I can handle that. *Just don’t eat with your hands,* Jack said, practically snorting. Judson certainly did. Gloria was determined to get us all here by 7 yet it was 7:28 and the host had yet to make an appearance. Grace had disappeared upstairs for her awhile ago and I was about to make some excuse to go look for her. I knew where her room was from helping her move, surely that’s probably where she is. Maybe she just needed a minute. I seriously hated that she couldn’t mind-link. *Nox wants to offer to b
~Grace’s Point of View~ “But if she’s there now she knows you’re onto her, what’s to stop her from skipping the country,” I shouted, as Jack drove us home. I looked at my mates like they were idiots. Getting out my phone I quickly looked up the club and scoured through the photos. I was just about to give up when I realized I’d gone back over five years through their shots. My jaw fell when a certain one, kind of looked familiar. I made a face. Zoe wasn’t someone I knew well at all, had barely seen her a couple of times maybe. But she wasn’t someone whose face I had memorized. “Is this her,” I asked, thrusting my phone forward. I was in the backseat by myself, wanting to stretch out. “Oh shit,” Finch said, laughing. “How did you miss that,” I snapped. She’s a boy. She’s a he. Or used to be. In these pictures she’s a boy and the caption reads, “welcome Zander to the other side.” Then in the next photo Zander is wearing a female’s pixie haircut, make up and boobs. A rather cut
~Grace’s Point of View~ “I’m not challenging your ability to count, but 1, 2, 3, 4. You’re sure,” I said, practically calling the doctor a liar. “Baby I definitely heard all the heartbeats with her machine, four. I can’t wait to find out the gender. If we have even one girl it’ll be a huge deal, like massive. If there’s any chance we have a female Jack, like holy shit. She’d be the only one that I even know of,” Finch said, beside himself. Four. Cuatro. Quatre. I zoned out as Finch went on and on, and the doctor chimed in. But I still didn’t hear anything. “Are they all going to come out my whoo-hah,” I shouted, darting up from the bed. Finch snickered as the doctor grinned. IT'S A REAL QUESTION!!! I smacked my mate with the back of my hand in his chest. Don’t tease me! I’M VERY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW! FOUR! “With a normal human a c-section would likely be the only way to go. But your body is genetically very different, your uterus and your hips are made to birth. I would have
(hot hot hot warning! Get yourself a fan)~Grace’s Point of View~“He’s using her to get dirt on me, he has to be. What a piece of shit! He’s going to use her and toss her aside, he’ll break her heart,” I snapped, pacing.“That’s likely true. I’ll dig into him. But aren’t you going to tell me about this morning? I can’t believe Finch could keep a secret, or Judson. They have though. For the first time in their damn lives,” Jack said, nearly in a whine.I heard him, and processed what he said but my mind was elsewhere. Everywhere. I’d moved on for now from the shock of the babies since there was so much more shock to be had. I felt … betrayed in a sense. Which was stupid because Roman was no friend of mine. There was no love lost there and certainly no loyalty to me.And Michelle? She was incredibly intelligent, sharp as a tack at work. But in love? Clearly blind, easily fooled. Roman had money, power. Was probably decent enough in bed. She was totally caught, hook line and sinker. Wou