Reawakened by Odette Beane

Author:Odette Beane [Beane, Odette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Legends & Mythology, Fiction / Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781401312725
Publisher: Hyperion
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

SKIN DEEP

Winter had descended on the town with a vengeance, bringing with it all manner of accidents and emergencies. Emma rarely saw Mary Margaret and only sometimes managed to get around Regina’s increasing efforts to keep her away from Henry. An hour here or there, but never enough. She missed the kid, but nothing was simple in this town. Not with Regina around.

She was working all the time, though, and was part of a community now. Which was different. She was glad for it, truly, but things had changed since those first fall days, when the only reason she was in Storybrooke was to keep Henry safe. What was happening now? She was sinking into something, something both comfortable and complacent. Was this what roots felt like? Was there a difference between rooted life and imprisonment? Winter had made her sleepy with security. Time passing had made this place feel normal.

Heading toward the station after telling Mary Margaret, Ruby, and Ashley that she wouldn’t be joining their Valentine’s Day girls’ night, she got a call from dispatch.

“What’s up?” she asked.

Someone, it seemed, had just been seen breaking into Mr. Gold’s house.

“I’m on it,” she said, and snapped shut her phone. She dumped her coffee and jogged east on foot. It took her all of five minutes to get to Gold’s home, a tall and slender mansion on the town’s east side, where the wealthiest citizens lived. A neighbor had called in because the front door was wide open, and when Emma arrived, she saw that it was still true.

She drew her sidearm on her way in.

Gold’s house was full of antiques and antique furniture: armoires, writing desks, fainting couches, and velvet pillows made the place feel more like a Parisian coffee parlor than a twenty-first-century home. Emma made a sweep of the house, going room to room with her weapon drawn, announcing herself before each turn.

When she came back down the stairs, she heard footsteps and felt her heart begin to pound. Someone had come in the front door and was now moving into the front parlor. Quietly, Emma crossed the kitchen, steadied herself, and turned into the room, gun out and at the ready.

“Freeze!” she heard herself saying sternly, even before she’d planted her front foot.

The figure in front of her turned and swung a weapon toward her; Emma squeezed the trigger, feeling it press back against the back of her finger. She kept herself from going all the way.

“Ms. Swan,” the intruder said.

It was Mr. Gold.

Emma lowered her gun and exhaled. Gold lowered his gun as well.

“I can’t imagine you’re the one breaking into my house,” he said.

“You got a permit for that?” Emma asked, looking at his weapon.

“Of course,” he said. “Do you have one for yours?”

“Cute,” she said, holstering her gun.

She pointed at a broken glass case in the corner of the room. “Looks like whoever it was was after something specific,” she said. “I just got the call and came over. House is clear.”

Gold, quiet for once, stood looking at the glass case.

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