The Exiled by Frost Kay

Author:Frost Kay
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Renegade Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Noah

He tipped his head back and flexed his wings, tempted to fly away to get his emotions under control. As it was, rage seethed just beneath the surface. The girl could lie until she was blue in the face, but that wouldn’t change the shape of the bruise on her face.

Someone had clearly backhanded her.

A shudder rocked him as he wrestled with his temper. Who dared lay a hand on her? He had one guess, but there wouldn’t be any proof. Marco and his minions were very good at hiding their crimes and scaring others into silence.

Noah released a hiss of breath. He’d thought the Untouched would have more sense than to lie for the bastard. Marco must have done something pretty heinous to shut the girl up, which made him angry all over again as he remembered the acrid scent of terror and hopelessness wafting off his slave.

It took him another five minutes to reel in his temper. He turned and walked back to his grandmother’s home. He masked his surprise at the scene that greeted him. His abuelita carefully sifted through the girl’s silvery-blonde hair with her black claws as the Untouched leaned her cheek against the arm of the rocking chair, looking for all the world like a cherished granddaughter. Something pulled tight in his chest at the picture they made. His attention moved to Jameson’s wing, which was flared slightly to cocoon the girl.

Logically, he knew his friend was just being kind to the girl, but the completely wild side of him wanted to tear Jameson’s arm off. Noah scowled at himself. He needed to fly to clear his head or spar or something. Usually, he wasn’t so territorial. It was damn inconvenient.

He stopped at the foot of the porch. “Abuelita, she clearly needs her rest and some healing paste. Do you have some?”

“Si, mi hijo. It’s on the counter inside. Why don’t you help Hazel with her face?”

Inwardly, he groaned at the steely glint in his grandmother’s eyes. He wasn’t going to get out of this one. Nor should he. Legally, the Untouched’s care was his responsibility. Noah squared his shoulders and nodded to the door.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said, more gruffly than he meant to. He expected her to argue, but she didn’t. How surprising.

The girl didn’t meet his eyes as she stood but bent and kissed his grandmother on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered before squeezing Jameson’s shoulder once.

Noah’s back molars ground together when her hand lingered longer than necessary on his friend’s shoulder. She skirted around him and opened the door to the small home. He watched as she moved to the back cot and sat. He hesitated to go inside. It wasn’t improper, but being so close to her was difficult at times.

He flicked a glance at Jameson, who smiled wolfishly.

Noah shot a glare at him and stepped inside, his wings brushing the door jamb uncomfortably. The room was warm and smelled like his abuelita, a mixture of rosemary and mint.

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