Winter Wolf by R. J. Blain

Author:R. J. Blain [Blain, R. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2014-11-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I stopped playing when the first drop of blood welled from one of the gashes on my hand and my fingers had gone numb. It wasn’t the same as singing. The years hadn’t erased the memory of piano music from my fingers, but I yearned to use my voice. Did it show in the songs I played? My music didn’t sound as terrible as I feared it would, as out of practice as I was.

I stretched my aching, sore hands. At least I hadn’t bled on the piano. It was a beautiful old thing, and someone kept it tuned. I didn’t want to taint it with my blood.

Richard and Alex stared at me, and the brown in their eyes had lightened to a vibrant amber.

Unable to bring myself to say anything and glad I didn’t have to meet their gazes, I circled the couch and picked up one of the bandages Fredrick had left behind. I dabbed at the bleeding cut before taping the pad into place.

“Do you want stitches?” Richard asked, his voice a little hoarse and rumbling.

“It’s not bad.” It wasn’t; despite not being sure how long I had played for, only one of the cuts had reopened. “It really isn’t.”

“I’ve heard a lot of things about you, Nicole Thomas, but not a single person has ever mentioned you and music together in the same sentence.” Richard rose from his place on the couch, joining me at the table. He took hold of my right hand, inspecting the bandaged wounds. “But then again, no one ever said you were the type of woman who would punch her fist through a car window, either.”

I pulled my hand free and turned my back to him, tightening the bathrobe around me before announcing, “I need my clothes.”

As I passed him on my way to the bathroom, Alex checked his watch. “It shouldn’t be much longer until your witch arrives, Richard?”

I came to a halt, twisting to stare at the piano. How long had I been playing for? I turned to face Alex, but didn’t have the courage to ask. I narrowed my eyes and stared at his brother. Richard wasn’t wearing a watch, but he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Forty minutes, give or take a few. Depends on if she hits traffic and if she decides to test her luck in the desert. Knowing her, she might.”

Had they really been listening in silence for that long or had I been so lost in playing the piano that I hadn’t heard them? “What does that have to do with anything?”

Richard leaned against the table, arms crossed over his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Never mind. She just likes to drive fast sometimes and take unnecessary risks. I asked her to bring some of your clothes. I figured if she was robbing your apartment anyway, you’d be more comfortable in your own things.”

I grumbled nasty things to myself, annoyed I hadn’t thought of

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