Death Untold: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (The Witch's Rebels Book 5) by Sarah Piper

Author:Sarah Piper [Piper, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Two Gnomes Media
Published: 2019-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

GRAY

The morning after our insane feast, the hounds and I found Elena in the kitchen at dawn, cracking dozens of eggs into a huge bowl. The sun was giving us a rare show, the snow finally letting up a bit, and the light streamed in through the kitchen windows, illuminating her like an angel.

After everything Emilio had told me about what they’d gone through—about what Elena had lost—it was hard to look at her without getting choked up.

“I know I look good from the back,” she called over her shoulder. “But damn, girl. Take a picture or something.”

I laughed, the knot of emotion loosening. She’d probably scented me long before I’d even approached. It was hard enough to sneak up on a regular shifter, never mind a cop shifter.

“Girl, did you even go to bed last night?” I asked.

“I did. But I was wide awake an hour ago, so I put on the coffee and got to cooking.”

“Again?”

“Honestly?” Elena laughed. “I love cooking. Besides, it’s easier than doing dishes.”

I glanced around the kitchen, taking in the mountains of dishes piled up on the countertops, plates and mugs practically spilling out of the dishwasher. Other than Reva, we’d all gotten a little tipsy last night, caught up in celebrating Emilio’s recovery and enjoying a little fun before tackling the challenges ahead.

“You want some help?” I asked her.

She looked at Sunshine and Sparkle, panting and excited, and then at me, taking in my puffy coat, snow boots, and the huge, fur-lined hat I’d found that made me look like a Russian soldier. “Looks like you three already have plans.”

“I promised them a walk in the woods this morning.” I scratched behind Sparkle’s ears, and she let out a little yelp of pleasure. “But I can be back in fifteen minutes to chop or wash or whatever.”

“No, Gray. It’s a beautiful day, and who knows how long it’ll last. You need some fresh air and alone time.” She offered me a warm smile, then nodded toward a basket covered with a towel. “Take two blueberry muffins to go.”

I reached for the basket. “Two? These things are huge.”

In response, she leaned her head out the kitchen doorway, calling across the dining room to a pile of witches in the living room, most of them crashed out on the air beds and sleeping bags they’d brought back from the supply run. Elena had set some of the beds up in the basement downstairs, but most of them had wandered back up here sometime in the middle of the night. It seemed they’d gotten used to close quarters in prison and didn’t want to be separated.

I couldn’t blame them. Now that I had my rebels back under the same roof, I didn’t want to be separated from them, either. The five of us had crashed in the room Emilio and I had shared, Ronan taking a sleeping bag on the floor, lest we accidentally bump toes and start a fire.

“Haley!” Elena shout-whispered, as if that wouldn’t wake up the entire room.

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