BloodWish by Tima Maria Lacoba

Author:Tima Maria Lacoba
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ParanormalRomance, vampire romance, psychics, witches and wizards, fantasy
Publisher: Tima Maria Lacoba
Published: 2018-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21 - I Do, I Do, I Do

LAURA

Of the many varied combinations of words in the English language, few have the power to bring sweat to your hands and cause that deep sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach as “we need to talk,” or “we have a problem.” Two seemingly bland phrases that could leave a blot on an otherwise pleasant day.

Still clutching my mobile, after Jenny had rung off, I sank into the sofa and stared out through the window to the copse of trees in the distance. Their bare branches swayed in the early spring breeze. But the air was just as frigid as the cold that enveloped my heart.

Matt was on his way here.

My stomach lurched. Not the first time in the last month. Morning sickness had truly taken hold and rarely did I pass a day without a couple of trips to the bathroom. My tummy was still deceptively flat and I splayed my fingers where a little bump would soon develop. ‘Whoa! Take it easy. Deep breaths.’

I dropped my head into my hands. Why did Philippe have to enter my portrait into an art competition? He was dead. Matt knew the story. I’d told him. So why was he coming here with Interpol? What was he trying to prove?

Or, was it petty retribution? His way of paying Alec and me back for me leaving him?

I balled my fists, forgetting I still held the mobile phone.

Could he be that possessive?

That’s nuts!

It couldn’t be that, surely. It had to be something else. But what? And why did he go to Jenny? He could’ve easily rung me. And then I remembered that Alec had erased my number from his phone. But then again, Matt was a cop. He could find any number.

I closed my eyes as a myriad of questions spun around in my head like an out of control whirlpool. Somewhere among them was the correct answer, and I needed to know which one it was before Matt got here. And I had roughly two days—the time it took to arrive in D’Antonville from Sydney.

Of all the timing!

I stared out at the gathering clouds and then at my mother’s wedding dress draped on the edge of my bed. In a few hours, I was supposed to have been walking down the aisle at the village church wearing that lovely gown, saying I do to the man who rightfully claimed my heart, my soul and who was my true other half.

But that dream would have to wait for another day.

Pere Hubert was dead, and Marcus, with some of the men, was out hunting the lamia responsible for his murder. My heart still ached for that kindly old priest and at the evil that took pleasure in such a heinous act.

I tore my gaze from my wedding dress and glared at the phone.

Matt Sommers.

I scrolled through my contacts list and stared at his name. Should I ... shouldn’t I? My fingers twitched with indecision, my mouth dry at the thought of seeing him again, not as an old flame but as a subject in an investigation.

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