Dead Wolf Walking by Sydney Presley

Author:Sydney Presley [Presley, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2017-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The house seemed empty without Noreen in it. Freda had just left, dabbing her eyes on her lace-trimmed hanky. The tearful old dear had been distressed, blaming herself for not seeing something was wrong. Jon had told her in no uncertain terms that Noreen had been dying for a long while now, and it had been her time. Freda had nothing to blame herself for.

Then, sitting at the kitchen table, Jon had cried until he hadn’t been able to cry any more, and now he sat drinking tea from one of Noreen’s precious cups. Vince sat opposite, the poor bloke desperately trying to hold it all together. Vince hadn’t sobbed yet. Oh, the tears had been there, but they’d fallen without a sound from him. It would come, that huge surge of grief, and it happened differently for everyone. Maybe it would hit Vince at the funeral, or maybe weeks down the line. Who knew? For now, Jon would be there for him as best he could, considering what else was going on.

“All right?” he asked Vince.

“Yeah. I don’t want to talk about it, though.” Vince seemed to find the floor most interesting.

“Okay. I’m here when you do.”

“Thanks.” Vince drained his cup. “We should…we should get on with the other thing. The crows.”

“Yeah. I kind of know what I’m going to try now.” It had come to him while he’d been crying, and it was a selfish move on his part that would shift the responsibility to someone else. Some other wolf. With Noreen passing and the depression creeping into him, Jon didn’t think he had the energy to deal with anything else on top. Or he wouldn’t once the Black Dog got a proper hold of him. It had been evil before, a lethargy of body and mind he’d been unable to do anything about.

“What’s that, then—what you’re planning to do, I mean?” Vince got up and washed the cup, laying it carefully on the drainer to air dry. He stared at it and sniffed.

“I’m going to see my mum. Tell her to leave town.”

Vince laughed, and it sounded bitter, a little harsh. Not like Vince at all. “Good luck with that. Barry will have convinced her the crows are here for you, just like he convinced you of the same thing.”

Barry was good at manipulating, getting people to change their minds or believe something other than what they had previously. All the years he’d been in a relationship with Jon’s mum meant Barry had had plenty of time to mold his woman to his way of thinking. It would be a useless task to persuade her to leave town, but Jon had to try. Besides, he wanted to see her, odd as that may seem, even though he’d vowed when he’d left Northchurch that he would never see her again. Maybe Noreen’s passing had something to do with it, but whatever, he’d be visiting Sheila Blake at some point today, on the day that never seemed to want to end.

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