Petra X Jesse Novels & Stories

"Petra's staying with Winter for a bit. I figured, the more the merrier, right?" Petra stepped over the threshold, her leather jacket brushing against my arm. She leaned in just enough for only me to hear, her voice a poisonous whisper. "Don't look so terrified, Drama Queen. Your secret is safe... for now. Noah made his point." She pulled back, her eyes dancing with malice. "But he didn't say anything about me not being allowed to play with you." She turned toward my mother, her face transforming into a mask of perfect, polite charm. "Hi, Mrs. Kay. Thank you so much for having us. You have such a... wholesome home."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

A soft voice echoed, “Who sent you?” Alma stepped forward. “Marika. We’re not enemies. We want to stop the ones who took your company.” The figure stepped into the light, a woman in her forties, eyes sharp, face scarred from more than just time. “I’ve been hiding for five years,” Petra said. “Because I saw the files your father helped bury. Files that could take down the real monsters.” She pulled a small hard drive from her jacket. “This is what they’ve been hunting. If I give it to you, they’ll come harder than ever.”

"Someone to manage the child on the journey." "Or someone we have not accounted for," Hazel said. Lena had been listening from two steps behind us and she said, quietly, "I know who it is." We all looked at her. She looked at the building. "There was a woman," she said. "In the east side. A few months after I arrived in this city. She used to come to the building, not to see me, I thought she lived there, but I saw her talking to Scott once in the lobby and afterward she looked at me in a way that I filed and did not examine closely enough." She paused. "Her name is Petra. She has worked for Reeve for fifteen years. She manages the things he does not want attached to his name."

The code that matched nothing in any Hunter database I could access. Routing error. That was what Damon called it. I remembered his tired face the last time I saw him. The quiet gaps in his conversation. The way I chose not to look too closely. I opened my mouth to ask the next question. Petra picked up the pruning shears and went back to cutting yarrow. The message was clear. The line had been reached. She had already decided how much truth I was getting today. Not cruel, Not careless but Measured and Precise.

The woman said, caressing Chase's arm seductively. Chase moved away from Vanessa and said, "Yes, Vanessa. Jessica is my girlfriend. Jessica, meet Vanessa, the current chief ambassador of my company, C&R. She's a face model who represents our restaurants." "Nice to meet you, Vanessa, you can call me Jessie. I think you're more beautiful in person than in the magazines," Jessie said with her hand stretched out to greet Vanessa. "I'm always beautiful. Are you serious about this, Chase? I mistook your girlfriend here for a low-life servant who was snooping around," Vanessa said with spite, ignoring Jessie's outstretched hand.

Petra stood in the doorway of the private office with the expression of a wolf who had just received confirmation of something she had suspected and was processing the confirmation with the particular grim steadiness of someone who had long since stopped being surprised by what people were capable of. “Is there anything else you need from Crestmoon?” she said. “No,” I said. “Thank you Petra.” “Bring them down,” she said simply. “Whoever they are. Bring them all the way down.” “That’s the plan,” I said.