The Wolf's Choice (The Wolf's Peak Saga Book 4) by Patricia Blackmoor

Author:Patricia Blackmoor [Blackmoor, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

“I’ll be honest,” my mother said as she pulled my hair back, “I never considered you and Adam.”

My eyes met hers in the mirror. “Why is that?”

She shrugged. “It simply wasn’t something I ever considered. I’ve always thought of him like a son.”

I didn’t say anything as I watched her insert the pins to keep my hair in place. I could see why she felt that way; I could remember the days when Adam and Harry and I would play outside from dawn to dusk, the days before we became too old to play together without rumors and whispers. My mother may have thought of Adam as a son, but I had never thought of him as a brother. Even then I’d always had a flutter in my chest each time he smiled at me.

“Not that you don’t make a lovely couple,” she said to me, twisting a curl around her finger. “I don’t know why I never saw it before. You know each other so well, and he’s clearly smitten with you.”

I worked to keep my smile under control. “Do you think?”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” she said, though I don’t know if she was being honest or if she was simply excited at the prospect of her daughter marrying a class above.

My mother reached over and rummaged through the messy pile of jewelry on my dressing table. I still hadn’t found a new home for my jewelry since the box was smashed, and I hated looking at the tangled pile. My mother sighed as she pulled the necklaces apart.

“Where is your peridot necklace?” she asked me.

“I told you, it’s missing,” I reminded her. “I haven’t seen it since my room was ransacked.”

She frowned. “It wasn’t ransacked,” she said.

“Mum, my things are missing!”

“Then you need to be more responsible.”

I rolled my eyes while she continued to search through my jewelry. She pulled out a set of pearls. “Wear this with your pink dress,” she told me.

I could make my own choices on clothing, but I didn’t bother protesting. She was taking me into town to buy new things, and I didn’t want to get on her bad side lest she take this privilege away.

“That sounds perfect,” I told her, standing up from my table and crossing to my closet. The dress she was talking about was a blush pink with small green leaves embroidered on the waist and hem. After the dress was on, I opened my top dresser drawer to find a pair of gloves. I’d planned on wearing my lace gloves with the green ribbon, but they weren’t there.

“That’s strange,” I murmured, searching through the neatly stacked gloves. When was the last time I had worn them? The wedding, if I was remembering right, just like my missing gown and missing necklace. What had I done when I got home that evening? I’d gotten undressed and put everything away, I was sure of that. Was it just a coincidence that nearly my entire outfit from that day was missing? If so, it was an awfully strange coincidence.

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