Magic and Alphas: A Paranormal Romance Collection by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, shifter, witch, vampire, werewolf, alphas, Romance, adventure, action, shifters, dragons, love
Published: 2017-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Lassi stalked away from Cillian to the kitchen wall phone, kicking debris from her path. In the process, she uncovered another dried cat—this one in pieces. The skeletal remains scattered along the floor.

“Gah! How many did she have?”

A snort or tsk or some other sound she didn’t care for fell from Cillian’s lips.

The bra which had been hanging on the phone, had fallen and now lay in a heap on the floor. She nudged it aside with the toe of her boot, wondering who left their lingerie in the kitchen. Who gets busy at a wake, for Christ’s sake?

She seized the handset and said, “Hello?”

A fecking ringtone met her ears. She let out an exasperated grumble.

Before turning back around, she considered her options. Her body demanded release—not just any release but a good, hard tumble with the guy behind her—but her mind flashed stop signs.

“Let’s head up to the village to tend baby Paul, shall we?” she said, without turning around. She strode from the kitchen, down the dark, dingy hall, and into the front room. Cillian’s footsteps were right behind her.

Mr. Meow lay contentedly curled on his chair, still stoned, apparently, on whatever spell Cillian had cast on him. He didn’t even stir.

Aware of Cillian’s presence lurking in the doorway, she picked up the doily to sweep her supplies into the leather satchel. Her hands trembled. All this electricity zipping through her system had her royally freaked out. She closed the black bag, retrieved her coat from the floor where it had fallen, and stormed outside, completely ignoring Cillian. Stop calling him Cillian. Get back to calling him Father Ward, or there will be no help for my actions.

Silently, they strode up the hill and into town, heading for the Riordan’s. Lassi stayed in the lead, clutching her medical supplies. Father Ward lagged behind.

They arrived at the home in record time, since no enjoyment was taken by the stroll. The red door hung wide open. Lassi swept past the villagers lingering on the sidewalk, rapped on the frame, and stepped in.

Father Ward strode behind her.

The Riordan home appeared as cozy and well-tended on the inside as it was on the outside. Lassi stalked past a tidy front room bursting with colorful furnishings and pillows in reds and blues and yellows. She tried not to think of the love living here yesterday, replaced today by grief.

The murmur of voices came from down the hall.

Her footsteps quickened as she headed toward them, while her fingers curled into fists.

Father Ward emanated his usual heat as he silently followed. It warmed her back but did nothing for the emotional wall she’d erected.

She guessed he was doing his own sorting, same as her.

Their footsteps echoed like horse hooves.

Pictures of the Riordan family lined the walls. In each picture, the three of them smiled and laughed, or looked at one another adoringly.

Pangs of sorrow poked at Lassi’s insides. So much love and joy, wiped away by tragedy. Fecking small town murderer. Her hands coiled into fists.

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