True North (The Bears of Blackrock Book 4) by Michaela Wright & Alana Hart

Author:Michaela Wright & Alana Hart [Wright, Michaela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hartfelt Books
Published: 2016-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THERON

Theron stared out the classroom door, his mouth agape as he waited for the man to speak.

Charlie Black glanced from Theron to Sinead, then back, but didn’t speak. Theron realized quickly that the man was freezing. Half of him wanted to punch Charlie square in the face. This was Canada – this was Labrador of all places, Charlie had no jurisdiction here. Yet another part of him wanted to relish in this moment - in this sudden unexpected piece of the outside world.

And home.

Charlie tugged the collar of his coat down, the skin of his nose and cheeks bright red in the cold. “I’m sorry.”

“What?!” Theron said, his voice rising in volume.

Charlie stuttered, unable to get the words out.

“I asked you what you’re doing here!?” Theron yelled, anger rising in his chest. He wanted to hurt Charlie Black. Every cruelty Theron had known at the hands of Baird Davenport was because of this man. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to knock the gentle look off Charlie’s face.

Charlie frowned, stumbling over his words. “I’m sorry, Theron. Please -”

“Please what?! What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get here!?”

Charlie’s eyes grew heavy, and Theron felt his heart soften instantly.

“Please,” Charlie said. “Please, I just need – Please, just tell me I’m not crazy.”

The words stifled in the man’s throat and Theron realized Charlie Black was holding on by a thread. Theron stared at the man for a long moment, fighting with a thousand emotions. Something about the man’s presence softened him. He wanted to rail against him, but Theron found he couldn’t be unkind. This man who’d chased him away from home, who’d threatened his and all those he’d loved with his promise of patrols and hunting cameras. Still, some need had driven him to follow Theron to the most miserable place he’d ever known.

Was this some trick?

Theron took a deep breath. “Come in,” he said.

Charlie Black slipped into the room as though he feared he’d break something, his boots kicking off snow as he walked. The night had given way to more snow, and the landscape outside was as white and gray as the dreary sky overhead.

There was no sign of anyone outside save for Charlie’s footprints, their path etched into the fresh snow from the east.

Theron glanced out into the unpaved road as though searching for Baird Davenport and his comrades. He half suspected Charlie to be there on their captors’ behalf.

In an instant, Theron forgave Darrell’s early suspicion.

Charlie kept his coat zipped tight, glancing between the two of them with nervous energy. Theron’s anger was quickly losing steam. “If you came here to haul me home, you’re going to find that difficult.”

“What? No. I’m not – that’s not why I’m here.”

Theron glared at Charlie for a long moment, fighting to maintain some semblance of anger. It was melting with the snow on Charlie’s boots.

Charlie gave a polite nod to Sinead. Theron glanced back at her, her hair wild and disheveled, her arms wrapped tight around her as the cold set in.

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