Protecting His Own (Masters of the Shadowlands Book 11) by Cherise Sinclair

Author:Cherise Sinclair [Sinclair, Cherise]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: VanScoy Publishing Group
Published: 2016-05-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

When he woke the next morning, Grant realized his left leg was wet. Ugh. Tossing the covers back, he glared at his sleeping brother. “Look what you did.”

Connor rubbed his eyes. “Huh?”

“You wet the bed, you little bas-” He broke off, remembering Nolan’s talk. Calling names wasn’t right. Yet, rage burned like a fire within him. He shoved out of the bed and stomped around the room. “Why didn’t you get up?”

Connor hunched into himself until he was a small ball on the bed. “Dunno.”

Grant turned away, wishing the…the brat…had shouted back. Now the fury inside had nowhere to go, and it rolled around, getting bigger and meaner. There wasn’t even anything on the floor to kick.

Was the anger why Mama broke stuff? Because she got all twisted up inside?

Mama.

Grant froze in the center of the room, breathless like when Jermaine’d kicked him in the belly and he hadn’t thought he’d ever get air again. Mama wasn’t going to shout or scream or break anything. Not anymore. She was dead.

Grief filled him again and drained his mad right out, leaving him empty inside. Mama. Come back, Mama.

As he saw Connor’s white face and red-rimmed eyes, guilt swelled into the hollow places, making them hurt even more. I’m sorry. He hadn’t protected Mama, hadn’t kept her from being with Jermaine or from taking drugs. And he’d yelled at his little brother.

Daddy had told him to take care of Mama and Connor, and he hadn’t.

Rubbing his damp eyes, he frowned at the wet bed and Connor’s jammies. “We gotta—”

At a tap on the door, Connor grabbed for the covers.

Too late.

Beth stood in the doorway. Silently, she looked at Connor and his wet pajama bottoms and at the soaked bed. And she snorted. “Oops. I guess we should’ve made a trip to the bathroom before bed.”

Grant stared. She wasn’t mad?

Connor’s lower lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Beff.”

“No worries. A couple of Nolan’s nephews are hit and miss at night, too.” She motioned to the bed. “You two strip the mattress down to the plastic cover while I turn on the shower. You’d better have a quick clean-up before getting dressed.”

As she walked into the bathroom, Connor stared at Grant with big eyes before tumbling out of the bed.

Together, they stripped the bed.

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