Where the Wind Whispers (Seasons of Betrayal Book 3) by Bethany-Kris & London Miller

Author:Bethany-Kris & London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-09T21:00:00+00:00

On the surface, it seemed nothing had changed since Violet left the new home she shared with Kaz. The floors were clean, nothing was out of place, and the stainless steel refrigerator didn’t boast a single fingerprint.

A maid, Kaz explained.

He’d hired one, apparently, or maybe it was two.

She wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t that she didn’t listen while he talked, because she did hear him, but Violet was somewhere else entirely. The whole situation seemed a little … surreal.

She walked back into their home, and it was like she never left. She’d noticed that not one thing was different when she’d walked through the halls to their bedroom to change her clothes.

Violet hadn’t expected that at all.

Maybe it was almost a little too perfect.

“Violet.”

She pulled open the refrigerator door, peering in to see what was there. Surprisingly, it was well stocked with all sorts of things. She pulled out a few items, setting them aside on the counter to make something to eat.

“Hey, we can order something in for tonight,” she heard Kaz say.

“I’d rather cook.”

“All right.”

So that’s exactly what she did. While Kaz milled about, constantly watching her and saying very little, Violet made supper.

Because that felt normal.

It seemed right.

Violet had just shoved the casserole dish into the oven and closed the door when Kaz came up behind her. The light press of his hand to her hip shattered the surreal sensation of Violet’s world. It brought her back from that cloud of haziness and put her feet back on the ground.

It had all happened.

It wasn’t some insane dream that she’d woken up from.

She had left—she survived—and she was back.

“Are you going to talk?” Kaz asked. “Maybe tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Violet blinked, staring blankly at the light above the oven. “How often does the maid come?”

“Often enough.”

“Enough to make the place look like you haven’t lived in it?”

“The rooms are large,” Kaz said as if that should explain it all.

It didn’t.

“Who did the shopping?” Violet asked.

Because she knew Kaz sure as hell didn’t.

The man would live off takeout.

He didn’t cook.

“Violet,” Kaz said, his hand on her hip pressing firmly enough to make her turn to face him. “Talk to me, yes?”

“I don’t …”

Kaz cocked a brow, waiting.

Violet sighed. “I don’t know what happened.”

“That makes two of us, krasivaya.” Kaz’s hands came up to cup her cheeks, his palms warm and soothing. She couldn’t stop the smile starting to form as his thumbs stroked her skin softly. Sweet. Familiar. Home. “And I happened to get you back a little sooner than expected, so I’m not going to complain about whatever it is.”

She looked away, taking in the kitchen again. “You haven’t actually used this much, have you?”

“The rooms are large,” he repeated simply, “and they’re much bigger when someone is in them alone.”

Oh.

Well …

Violet met Kaz’s gaze, and she found a million and one questions there. “I’m okay.”

“Not entirely, though.”

“It was going well,” Violet said.

“And then it wasn’t?”

“Caesar had his own plans, I think. I don’t think he’s the type to let others know what those plans are, but it worked.

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