Hakeem, who happens to be the closest to the door, goes to stand in front of it. Before opening it, he scents the air. Incense, Hakeem links to us all. He looks through the peephole. I got two blondes out here. One’s about Meredith’s height, the other about just a little taller than Citra. Whispering into the phone, Zak asks, “What does your sister look like? What’s her name?” “Blonde. Slightly taller than me. A ton of expertly applied make-up. Stepford Wives clothing. Perfect manicure. Snooty, holier-than-thou expression on her face. Her name’s Celeste.” Citra does not sound happy at all to have to deal with her sister. Hakeem scoffs with laughter in the link. Described to a “t.” Take it she and her sister don’t really get along. “The other high priestess is Isabella Martin. Don’t really know anything about her,” Citra adds. “Alright, we’ll let them in. I’m gonna Facetime you so you can see them,” Zak says at a normal speaking volume as Hakeem unchains and
We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option. So, we got what we could over the counter, along with fast food and all kinds of snacks. We also had to get a breast pump for Meredith and something to keep the milk in. She isn’t going to keep it for her pups, but she doesn’t want to dump it out the window either. It would kind of defeat the purpose of all of the stealth. Then, Meredith gave me the wheel. She sat in the passenger seat, forcing Rin and Sev to sit in the back together. I catch them making eyes at each other every so often and that stubborn spark of hope that I was trying so desperately to quell rose up and flick
The pain of my healing is like something searing through my body. I can almost feel the fire crawling across my skin. It hurts. Like really fucking hurts. “You guys get some pain killers?” I force out of my throat. “We got lidocaine and morphine at our place. Can you hold on for like 15 minutes?” some dude I don’t know says. “Yeah,” I grudgingly say. I can hold out if it means that I’ll get something that will numb it. “I could take some of the edge off,” Corinda says. “You’d have to be able to burn it off and there’s no way to do it now without giving us away,” Meredith says. She digs in a bag at her feet, pulling out a plastic bottle. She dumps some pills into her hand and uses a pill cutter to cut them into smaller pieces. Putting the pills in a water bottle, she shakes them before turning back to me. “This is going to taste awful, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to swallow a whole pill. They’ll at least take the edge off until we get better drugs fo
After we eat, Bella passes out the apple quarters, keeping two back for Citra and Michael. We all hold the apple, looking at each other dubiously. Bella seems nice and all, but do we really want to trust a witch? I think that some of the distrust between wolves and witches, at least on our side of things, is that they manipulate the natural world. Change it into something of their own choosing, not what it was destined to be. And as much as humans would like to think otherwise, we wolves are an integral part of nature. Anything that threatens that leaves us wary. I have no idea what their problem is with us. You know, for all of my open-mindedness about so many things, I’ve never stopped to examine this. Hmmm. Something to think on. I get that knee-jerk reaction not to trust Bella. Not to trust what she is asking me to put in my body. But why? What has she done that is making me not trust her? Citra trusts her. Citra wouldn’t let anything happen to us. I look aro
While Chloe and Meredith get Brandon squared away, Casen, Corinda, and I greet Kesha. We haven’t seen Slade and the girls in almost a year. Kesha’s in the kitchen, making homemade pizza when we walk in. Her cocoa colored skin shines in the ceiling light. She’s grown her hair out to her shoulders and wears it natural, with voluminous twists. Kesha now sports a nose ring, the thought of the silver content needed to keep the wound open making me wince a little. She wears all natural make-up, except for bright pink lipstick on her full lips. She has a curvy body and wears form fitting clothes in bright colors that match her makeup. Kesha smells like fresh dough and sugary icing, the perfect match for baking talent from the Goddess. It’s part of how they support themselves, with a baking business that Kesha runs online out of their house. She’s short, the top of her head barely reaching my chin. Kesha wipes her hands before running up to each of us in turn to give us hugs. “I’
Both Sev and I rush out of the house, Sev making the excuse that he needed to get something out of the car. I said that I’d help him. When we get outside, Sev grabs me and slams me against the wall of the house. His lips crash into mine, his hand going to the zipper of my pants. I moan, trying to keep myself quiet. The whole purpose of us coming out here was so we could burn some of this off without letting everyone know what was going on. Sev rubs me through my pants and my knees feel weak. I reach for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping his fly. I pull him out of his pants and he hisses at the feeling of sparks up and down his dick. I begin to move my hand, stroking his cock, and he moves away from my mouth. A growl of pleasure escapes his lips and he bucks in my hand. He pushes my shoulders until I’m kneeling on the ground in front of him. I immediately take him into my mouth all the way to the base. One of my hands wraps around his waist while the other quickly pul
When Chloe comes back in the house, she’s wearing a huge smile. When Slade asks her what’s going on, she just giggles, saying that she’s thinking of something that happened at work. A few minutes later, Casen and Severn come in, furtively looking at each other and shooting glances at Chloe. It’s not hard to figure out what happened outside and I expect it to upset Rin. But she’s too wrapped up in conversation with Kesha to see what’s going on with her mates. Slade doesn’t miss it though and it’s easy to tell that he’s having a mindlink conversation with Chloe. Whatever is said doesn’t seem to make him happy, but he doesn’t say anything. “Sooo, Meredith,” Casen says, clearing his throat and clearly trying to clear up some of the awkwardness. “You wanted to talk?” “Well, yeah, I wanted to know how it’s possible that you guys are friends, to the point that Slade would help us hide from murderous Madame Tussands wax figure rejects,” I say. “I can’t imagine that a partnership
After we eat, we all separate to our rooms. Hakeem and I both shower and then lay together on the bed. We mindlink with Meredith, filling her in on everything that happened with the witches and getting updates from her about who Slade and the she-wolves with him are and how Brandon is doing. She seems to be doing well after the whole ordeal of her seizures and Madre Selene (Mother Selene) taking over her body. But, she’s understandably exhausted. As our conversation fades, so does her energy. Vete a dormir, mi cielo. Has tenido un largo día. Hablaremos contigo por la mañana. (Go to sleep, my heaven. You've had a long day. We'll talk to you in the morning.) I murmur to her in the link. Voy a Facetime tu mamá para poder ver a las chicas antes de irme a dormir. (I'm going to Facetime your mom so that I can see the girls before I go to sleep.) Meredith yawns through the link and I’d be surprised if the call lasted more than five minutes. But I understand the need to see our p