Brodie
I couldn’t believe she had agreed to come back to the camp with me. I headed back to the hotel and talked to her along the way. When I walked into the room, I was sharing with Marcus, I decided it was best not to tell him anything for the time being. I needed to speak to Esme and find out what she wanted to do about him. Given her reaction to him when he walked into the house, I guessed she wouldn’t be comfortable letting him come back to the camp. Even after our talk, I wasn’t sure I forgave his past actions. I wasn’t angry enough to still want him dead, though.
Having spent time with him, it seemed ridiculous to think he even had it in him to contemplate killing Esme. I wanted to know more. To find out what had driven him to such extremes, but I could tell it was a sore po
EsmeIt was days before we managed to leave the little farmhouse. The babies were all getting too big and it would be evident to anyone who saw them that they weren’t newborns. Brodie had picked up the car seats for the babies, and Jackson had installed them and packed the truck. There was only room in the truck for Jackson and me. Brodie, Marcus, and Tyler were going to take the train back to Inverness. We would be back long before them and Jackson could collect them from the station.The notion of getting back to the camp before Brodie was intimidating. He said he hadn’t told anyone anything except Gerald, but somehow that felt worse. Gerald would be full of disappointment and everyone else would be full of questions. At least I wasn’t travelling back with Marcus. Brodie informed me they had come to an understanding and that he was no danger to me or the babies, but I wasn’t sure if I believed that.He had tried to get me to speak to him
Brodie I couldn’t believe she had agreed to come back to the camp with me. I headed back to the hotel and talked to her along the way. When I walked into the room, I was sharing with Marcus, I decided it was best not to tell him anything for the time being. I needed to speak to Esme and find out what she wanted to do about him. Given her reaction to him when he walked into the house, I guessed she wouldn’t be comfortable letting him come back to the camp. Even after our talk, I wasn’t sure I forgave his past actions. I wasn’t angry enough to still want him dead, though. Having spent time with him, it seemed ridiculous to think he even had it in him to contemplate killing Esme. I wanted to know more. To find out what had driven him to such extremes, but I could tell it was a sore po
EsmeDespite the way Brodie had left me pining for him, I hadn’t changed my mind. We needed to be back at the camp. I started trying to pack up the small amount of things we all owned. Making sure I knew where everything was so that I could still find things for the triplets if I needed anything. Trying to concentrate on the practicalities instead of on the situation between me and Brodie, whatever that was. I needed something to take my mind off it all. Not to mention the shouting that was going on outside, just below my window. Whatever Jackson and Mikkel were arguing about, I hoped they sorted it out. Not that even I could see a way forward for the pair.Jackson was adamant he wouldn’t stay, and Mikkel could hardly come to the camp with us. We had already nearly exposed ourselves to him, and that was without a camp full of werewolves. It just seemed so wrong that I had a chance at love with Brodie, but Jackson’s chance was being taken away fro
BrodieI stopped almost as soon as the door closed behind me. Staring at the bloody thing like it had magical powers to stop me from being so stupid. Every part of my body screamed at me to return to her. The feeling of her against me was like a drug that I would never be able to get enough of. That was the entire problem. I found it so hard to control myself around her. The idea that I had managed to hurt her within seconds made me want to scream. The anger was pounding through me and it took every bit of self-control to keep it contained.I didn’t even know what any of it meant. I wanted to believe it, but I didn’t dare. If I started thinking of her as mine again and she pulled away again, I wouldn’t survive the pain. If it hadn’t been for that single hint that I had hurt her, I would have gotten lost in the moment. I couldn’t trust myself not to lose control and hurt her again. I ached for her too badly to have any control over my actions. Eve
EsmeI held my breath as I waited for him to respond. I could tell he was mulling it over. Trying to process my decision and how he felt about it. Although that shouldn’t have taken long, I already knew how he was going to take it, badly. I just wanted him to hurry up, to rip the band aid off, so to speak. “I’ll start getting everything packed up, but it will have to wait a little while, at least. It’s a long distance to be travelling with three newborns.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He had completely changed his stance, and I had no idea what had prompted it. I might have been more comfortable with it if I had at least understood.I might have been uncomfortable with his sudden change in stance, but it wasn’t worth going through it all. We had time to discuss it further. Jackson was right that we wouldn’t be able to travel straight away. Even if the babies had been up to the journey, arrangements needed to be made, regardless. I threw
EsmeHe didn’t answer me, but I instantly felt him getting closer. I felt bad. I should have made it clear that it wasn’t an emergency. It wasn’t, but it felt pretty urgent. It wasn’t even a me and Brodie thing. Brodie had specialist knowledge because of his position. Jackson had started pacing as soon as I had said Brodie’s name. He knew that second what I was doing, and it was clear he disapproved. I was also pretty sure he had no idea why I needed to speak to Brodie. The pain lasted a while, but I dealt with it. Frankly, it could never have been worse than the birth.Brodie walked through the door sweating and I felt bad all over again. “What’s wrong?”“Jackson, can you take Penny, please?” He gave me a look but gave in. Brodie gave me a look too, but I guessed it was because of the use of the name he had suggested. Their looks couldn’t have been more different. Brodie emulated pride and happiness. Jackson was just angry with me and he