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And a seven-year-old walks in. "What are you doing in MY kitchen?" Pipper’s voice was loud Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Remi was still on the counter. But facing me. Her back to Pipper. I grabbed pots from the stove. Held them over myself. Covering. Barely. "Uncle Nero!" Pipper's face lit up. "You're back!" She started running toward me. "STOP," I said. Too loud. She stopped. Looked confused. "Why? Why are you holding a pot Uncle Nero?"

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Piper disconnected the call immediately and muted her phone. Worry ebbed across her face - deep down she knew who it was. But how had they gotten her number? When she had left London she had ensured her provider changed her number. This was a new start and Piper intended to begin her life again, with the people she loved the most. Piper reached into her bag, pulled out her book, and decided to get lost in the pages of Daphne Du Maurier's, Rebecca. That was the last thing Piper remembered before she fell into a deep slumber.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

He looked like he’d been dragged through a gravel pit. "We’ve lost fourteen more since noon," he said, his voice a flat, dead drone. "Old Harek is gone. He took three of their Alphas with him when he blew the stone-trap on the west ledge. And little Pip..." He choked for a second, then swallowed hard. "Pip didn't make it back from the pitch-pots. He ignited the barrels, but he was too close." Pip. He was twelve. He hadn't even had his first shift. He’d volunteered to crawl through the brush because he was the smallest.

Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha. “I WILL HAUNT YOU! I WILL FIND A WAY TO RISE AGAIN! JUST YOU WAIT!!! UMI AVENGE MEEEEE!” she looks down at the man trapped and bleeding beneath me before falling limp as soon as the thread leaves her body completely, Piper drops it into the box and the Wards close it and seal it.

I say again, hitting him hard on the chest. This man standing right here has broken me without even realizing it. I feel trapped, but before I am completely stuck, I need to find a way to get away. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer, holding me in his embrace. I rest my head against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as I start to shake with sobs. He seems taken aback by my reaction for a moment, but soon his hand moves in a soothing circle on my back. "Talk to me, Nadine. Stop keeping me in the dark," he says, with a gentle voice.

He thrust them at me with the urgency of someone completing a task before his nerve ran out. "You didn't eat," he said. I looked at him. Up close he was even younger. Too young for the careful blankness Ironveil seemed to install in everyone eventually. His eyes were brown and honest and slightly panicked, as though he hadn't fully thought through what came after handing a stranger food. "I'm Pip," he said. "I work the stables. I'm nobody. So it doesn't matter if I'm seen talking to you." Something inside me quivered like the memory of warmth. The feeling of recognizing something you had almost forgotten existed.

Staring into her eyes, I put my finger to my lips and get to my feet, not even bothering to do up my trousers. Coiled tight as a spring, I get ready to shift while I listen for whatever it is that scared nature into silence. To my right a twig snaps. It’s barely audible, the sound muffled by the soft ground and thick plant growth, but it's undeniable. Someone's here. Pippa bounces to her feet and takes off her shirt. Like me, she’s getting ready to shift. I should send her away, back to the safety of our camp, but I can’t establish a mind link with her, and speaking right now will give our position away.

"Next time you let her go alone, don't blame me for not being lenient." “Hey, then please take care of the baby for me. I'm busy with a case-" “Uh” Pip. The black guy who is crazy about solving crimes, always worrying about sticking his head in dead bodies. Never mind him, after all, she is quite free, so taking care of a child is simple. Marris put the phone on the wooden table and went back to sleep under the covers. ~Falling through the crack~ ~You're falling into the darkness~