Red Snow Bride (Wolf Brides Book 2) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-03T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Lorelei

“Welcome home? There is no home! Where do we sleep? Where is our bed?”

Jeremiah removed his hat and ran giant hands through his short, dark hair until it stuck up on all ends. “I sleep in a tent in the woods, and Luke and Kristina sleep in the barn.”

Infuriated, I snapped like a dried winter twig. “So my choices are to live in a tent in the woods or in the barn with the pigs?”

“Well, technically the pigs are outside.”

“Not the point, Jeremiah!”

“Right. Well, the barn ain’t the best option because Luke and Kristina are still newly married, you see.”

I didn’t see.

“Well, things get pretty loud in there at night when they get to breeding—”

“All right! So I’m supposed to camp out in the woods for eternity like a savage animal? I’m not a mountain man. I’m a lady, born and bred.”

“Not for eternity, woman. Just until Luke and I can get our cabins built. We have the lumber, we just haven’t had time to build yet.”

I gasped. “Is that where Kristina’s burns came from? Who burned the house, Jeremiah?”

The sound that escaped his throat said he was trying to decide to lie or not. “Honest is best,” I helped him out.

“A band of men came in the night. Called themselves Hell Hunters. They burned the house with Kristina in it and tried to hang my brother and me from that tree over there.”

I stared at the ancient gnarled oak in terror. “Why would they do that?”

“The sheriff and Trudy and her husband showed up in time to help Kristina get out and cut us down.”

“That’s not what I asked you. Why?”

His throat worked to swallow. “They thought we were evil.”

Silence stretched between us like a taut rope. “Are you?”

“No, we’re just different. People don’t understand us, and they fear what they don’t understand.”

The woman’s comments about the devil breeding in her town struck me. I needn’t have worried about integrating into the town at lunch today because the Dawson’s, despite obvious years in this community, were still feared for reasons I didn’t understand.

And I’d married right into this chaos.

I wanted to run away. I wanted to scream and claw at him for bringing me to this place. Where could I hide in this unfamiliar land that he couldn’t find me? I’d been ruined and desperate in Boston, and now I wasn’t any better off.

As if he could see the running in my eyes, he said, “I’m going to make the camp more comfortable for you. If you need anything, ask Kristina.” He turned on his heel and dragged both horses behind him into the barn.

A pile of lumber clunked hollowly as I sat upon it. What was I going to say in the letters I wrote to Mother?

I’m happily living on some forest floor in Colorado. Don’t worry about me; my husband was smart enough not to build our tent on a snow drift. If you ever want to visit, you’ll have to sleep in a barn, and we’ll probably be eating worms for dinner.

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