Shifting Fates: Betrayal (Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance Book Three) by Rose Aubrey & Simonenko Nadia

Author:Rose, Aubrey & Simonenko, Nadia [Rose, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-05-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Cage

"We're not coming back here again, so pack anything useful you can find," Bindi tells me as she rifles through drawers, stuffing children's clothes and canned vegetables into a ratty green knapsack. I recognize the cans from the military's food distribution center in Times Square. She must have been stealing for months, maybe even years, to accumulate as much food as she has in here. This huge stash is what's left after feeding four children, too.

"You still haven't told me where the kids are," I say, and I groan beneath the weight of the generator as I drag it toward the door.

"They're in one of Shepard Hall's towers over at City College," she answers. "Leave the generator, Cage. It's gas-powered, and we probably won't be able to run it over in the college."

"Thank God," I say.

Bindi winces as I drop it on the floor with a loud crash.

"Try to keep it down." She glances nervously up at the manhole cover above her bed. I smile, thinking about her moans just a short while ago.

Even packing as many supplies as our bags can hold, it still feels like we're leaving half of Bindi's possessions behind. Her worn-out, secondhand suitcase bulges at the seams with clothing and the canned goods inside her knapsack clatter noisily with every step she takes. I take the cans from her, throw on a backpack containing Logan's toolkit and sling a heavy burlap sack with even more cans over my other shoulder.

"That everything?" I ask as I shove the heavy steel door open and stand at the threshold to the tunnel. "Want to make one last pass before we head out?"

“Just leaving a note for Nim so he knows where to find us,” she answers, scribbling directions on a scrap of paper and then dropping it on his pillow. She joins me in the doorway, but then stands silently, staring sadly back into the wreckage of her old home. Her eyes glisten with tears, and I gently loop my arm around her slender waist.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, pulling her in close. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and I catch the faintest tremble in her jaw as she stares out at the ruin of her old home.

"It wasn't much, not like the old days, like back when we had power and water and… and families," she whispers.

"It was a beautiful home," I tell her, not sure if I'm saying the right thing or not. For all I know, I’m making it worse reminding her of how it used to be. "You did really well raising those kids, Bindi."

"I loved this little place," she says. "I loved it, and just look at it. Destroyed, ruined beyond repair. This was my home and they've driven me out. They couldn't even let me keep one little piece of an end-pipe to call my own!"

I pull her in close and squeeze her tightly as I hear the hysteria rising in her voice. It's amazing how great a contrast there is between Bindi the guardian and Bindi the woman.

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