The Succubus Gift: An Urban Fantasy (The Telepathic Clans Saga Book 1) by BR Kingsolver

Author:BR Kingsolver [Kingsolver, BR]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-28T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between. - Mignon McLaughlin

On the way to the compound, he received a spear thread from Rebecca. What do you want me to pack? Everything?

All her personal possessions, clothes, kitchen, bedding, pictures, everything. She’s not going back there. Stuff she might need short term pack separately, household stuff, box up.

What does she have with her?

Her pack, computer, a fancy wooden box, some pictures, her diploma and a teddy bear.

Good, I won’t waste time looking for the box. Furniture?

“Brenna, is the furniture yours?”

“Yes, the place came unfurnished, but the washer and dryer stay with the house.” She turned a lost look at him, “I was happy there.” He had her wrapped in his arms and gave her a squeeze.

Tell Jeremy to have someone rent a truck and storage unit for the furniture. The washer and dryer stay. You just take care of her personal things. She’s already been violated enough, keep the men out of her stuff.

I will.

When they got to the compound, he carried her into the house through a back door where Callie met them.

“Take her up to her room. I’ll have Dorothy come up and take a look at her.”

“No. I don’t want to go upstairs, I want to see Seamus. Put me down.”

Collin set her down. She wavered and leaned against him, then steadied. “He’s here?” she asked Callie.

“Yes, he’s here.” She led them down the hall toward his study.

“Is he here because I’ve been such a brat?”

Callie’s breath caught. She turned and looked at the disheveled dark haired woman, her arms full of boxes and pictures. “He came down because he was concerned about you.”

“Brat.”

Callie opened the door to his study and let Brenna walk in. He was standing, watching her.

“Grandfather? Do you still love me?”

“I will always love you, Brenna.”

She walked into his arms and he enfolded her, drawing her tight against him.

The tears came, great racking sobs. “I don’t know why. I’m not a good person,” she wailed, “I kill people. I’m a murderer, how can you love a murderer?” She cried as though her heart was broken, and he stood holding her, stroking her head. He looked up. Callie still stood in the doorway hugging herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Brenna’s words came out through the sobs. “I didn’t mean to. Jared said they won’t put me in jail, but they put murderers in jail, and I’m a murderer.”

“You’re not going to jail, Brenna, you were just protecting yourself, and we know you didn’t mean to hurt him that badly.”

She finally wound down, and he set her in a chair. She looked so miserable he wanted to cry. “Can I get you anything?” She shook her head, then a moment later shot a glance at his sideboard. He got up and poured her a glass of Midleton’s. She let the backpack slip from her shoulder to the side of the chair. The box and pictures she set down carefully between her feet, but she tucked the teddy bear under her arm as she took the glass with both hands.

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