Fitz_Paranormal Romance Novella by Verika Sloane

Author:Verika Sloane [Sloane, Verika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

As much as Fitz wanted to hover around Gaelen, he had to allow her some space, and let her get to know everyone on her own. She seemed to be doing fine, despite Zo’s interruptions, boasting about her new club, and vying to be the center of attention.

She was one of Spencer’s closest friends, a shadow who he found barely alive in an alley during the 1920s and owed Spencer her life. More than once she tried to entice Fitz into bed, but he’d sidestepped her efforts, attractive as she was. She assumed it was because she was a shadow, but it was more out of respect for his friend, and that fact she gave off a clingy vibe. If she ever found out Gaelen wasn’t a fateblood…

He huffed, shaking his head and pouring more vodka in his glass.

Spencer joined him moments later, patting his shoulder. “Hey. I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Outside. I want a smoke.”

Fitz followed him to a corner of the rooftop, as far away from the gathering as possible. Spencer offered a cigarette, but Fitz declined.

His friend flicked his metal lighter, cupped a hand around his cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. “The gods were kind. Gaelen is a stunner. How did you two meet?”

“On the roof of Guardian Hospital.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re kidding. What was she doing up there?”

“Saving my soul,” Fitz replied with a half-smile.

“Ah. Man, I envy you. Starting to believe my fated doesn’t exist. You don’t want to think you’re one of those fatebloods who never find theirs, but after three hundred years, how can I not? The gods bless me with everything but her.” He looked off in the distance, slightly shaking his head and taking a drag. As he exhaled, he said, “There’s a rumor going around with your name on it. Thought you should know.”

Fitz suppressed the need to groan. “You know I don’t give much thought to rumors.”

“For the petty shit, yes. This isn’t petty. People are saying you’re a supporter. For Marex Daulton.”

That gave Fitz pause. “That probably started because he reached out to me a few weeks ago, but never showed up for our rendezvous, which really pissed off the bounty hunter.” A lie he had to tell. He switched the focus. “Word is, he was framed by humans. I believe it.”

“So you are a supporter?” Spencer asked.

That wasn’t exactly accurate. Fitz hadn’t chosen a side. You were either a quiet campaigner for Marex’s cause or a loud protester, and there was very little tolerance for someone who was neutral. Undecided automatically meant you were on Marex’s side, even if you didn’t voice it. “All I know is the logic makes sense, Spencer. Why would Daulton spend two decades underground, with a target on his back, on the run from the UCC, if his end game was to murder Lionel Rothwaite? What the hell for? What would that achieve? Nothing, except a catastrophic loss of his support and a first-class seat to execution. He didn’t do it.

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