Birthright (Pale Moonlight Book 1) by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston [Johnston, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Porter stretched out on the tiny cot, hands behind his head. Tired, but too wired to drift off, his mind worked all the angles: the missing Armana, his mate’s lack of enthusiasm regarding him, her brother’s coldness toward her, and Brutus’ claims of murder.

Lost in thought, it wasn’t until his cock twitched that he noticed Maggie’s scent wafting over him. Was it his imagination or did she smell stronger, more shifter-like? Lavender and vanilla and, he inhaled again, moonlight. His mother used to have a lavender bed outside of their house. Porter had kept it going, until his lack of a green thumb killed every plant off. Maggie was like a resurrection of his failure, another chance to save the flowers.

Since he sensed Jace, too, he didn’t sit up. Jace wouldn’t let him see her. The clank of the door’s lock grabbed his attention. Maggie stepped in and the door shut behind her with Jace on the other side looking like a father sending his daughter off with her first date.

He swung his legs over the edge and stood. “What’s wrong?”

“I asked to come talk to you.” She wore a grey and pink tee with snug jeans and brand new shoes. He loved the sex kitten at The Gift Shop look, but casual fit Maggie.

“FYI,” Jace grumbled, “you’re being watched.” He pointed to the cameras in Porter’s cell that left little to no privacy.

Talking was all they’d be doing. His body protested, but he wouldn’t compromise Maggie like that.

“G’night, Jace.” Maggie smiled reassuringly at her brother, who left after a final glare toward Porter.

Porter gestured toward the cot for Maggie to sit. “Everything okay between you and him?”

She settled on top of the blankets, her back against the wall, knees drawn up. “It will be, I think. He doesn’t despise me, more hurt and disappointed. I’m not sure about him and Ma. It’ll take a lot more than one talk. We’ll need time.”

“Any word on your mom?”

“He and Kaitlyn are heading out to look for her now.”

“Good.” He seated himself next to her. Close, but not enough to make his brain short out and turn him into a voyeur. “What’d you want to talk to me about?”

“Stuff.”

He pulled a knee up to drape his arm over so he could angle himself toward her. Lavender and vanilla tickled his nose. Fading sunlight from the tiny window close to the ceiling cast her face in shadows, her strong features mysterious, ethereal.

Again, he marveled over what a lucky bastard he was. He’d found his mate, she happened to be the trump card for him, and she was fucking gorgeous.

“Like what?” he prompted.

“Ummm…what’s your favorite color?”

What?

She saw the look on his face and burst out laughing. “This is called ‘getting to know each other.’ Don’t shifters do that?”

“Not really. If we want to have sex, we do it, but we know that it’s only temporary. Everything is saved for our mates, and even then…well, we’re mates.” So why bother?

She didn’t seem pleased with his answer, and damn if that didn’t distress him.

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