How Great Thou Art (Lost Souls & Broken Hearts Book 3) by Michele Bardsley

Author:Michele Bardsley [Bardsley, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07FFCRBHL
Publisher: Broken Heart Publications
Published: 2018-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Lavender brought the gorgeous shifter into the house. She glanced at Caulder and felt her stomach dip. The man was the kind of handsome found on health magazine covers and commercials for gym equipment. He had sandy blonde hair and eyes the color of the Aegean Sea and oh, my Goddess—the muscles! Shifters always had muscular human forms. After all, they were paranormal creatures that could switch into predatory animals. Given their current predicament she really shouldn’t be so enamored with the werecougar.

But she was.

A distracting amount of enamored.

She led Caulder into the drawing room, which she’d named “Magnificent Skullery.” It was painted blood red and displayed an eclectic collection of art that featured skulls, grim reapers, and gravestones.

The fireplace mantle was glossy black, and she had candles of varying sizes lined across it. The flames of the candles flickered in an otherwise dark room, making it delightfully spooky.

Caulder’s gaze stayed on her as he sat down in a black leather wingback chair near the fireplace. The intensity of his attention made her feel both excited and uncomfortable. She was well aware that some shifters, in particular, the Standing Bears, believed in mating superstitions like the honey jitters. In fact, Grace and Tabor both swore they experienced the honey jitters on the day they met—and now, they were married and raising twin witches.

But it wasn’t like that for everyone.

Although given the way Caulder looked at her now, and the way her heart kept skipping beats as she looked back at him, she could understand why some shifters thought things like honey jitters existed.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. Before she left to retrieve Art, she made sure the thick velvet curtains were drawn against the sunlight.

Art was literally the sleeping dead. He would need a little magical help to wake up from vampire rest. Lavender pressed her hand against his forehead and whispered the magical Latin word for wake up. “Surgit.”

Art’s eyes fluttered open. His gray hair stuck up and his face was creased where he’d slept on the crumpled pillow. His singed and wrinkled tuxedo smelled like smoke.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” said Lavender. “But I’m afraid it’s necessary.”

“Is Begonia here?” he asked as he swung his legs off the bed.

“No, but Caulder is.”

“Who the hell is Caulder?” Art frowned. “Wait. I know that name.”

“C’mon,” said Lavender. “I think you should talk to him.”

She led a rather grumpy Art into the drawing room.

Arthur peered at Caulder. “Oh. It’s you. Did you do anything to spruce that cabin of yours? I’ve seen prison cells with more pizzazz.”

“Nice to see you, too,” said Caulder. “You know I’m your babysitter until my sister gets back from her vacation. You could’ve told me you were getting married.”

“I didn’t tell anyone we were getting married,” said Art. “That was the point of having an intimate ceremony.”

“It seems my cousin Ferth interrupted the wedding,” said Lavender. She pursed her lips.

Caulder’s eyes widened. “That’s the shithead that hitched a ride on me?”

Lavender reached over and patted his leg.

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