Wolfsbane, A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy (The Maurin Kincaide Series)

Author:Rawlings, Rachel [Rawlings, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Rawlings
Published: 2013-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

4

My phone was ringing incessantly. I had been trying to ignore it for the last hour. Ten rings ago I had decided it wasn't a solicitor and most likely another emergency but I couldn't bring myself to get up off the couch and answer it. Five rings ago it dawned on me it was most likely the woman I called my mother -since my cell phone hadn't rung once, simply because I never gave her the number- and I had even less motivation to pick up. Certain she was just calling to give me grief for letting Frankie down by choosing work over my sister I was determined to let the phone ring all night - well technically morning. One ring ago I realized what time it really was and that in lieu of leaving hateful messages on my machine she chose to hang up and dial again, I concluded something was actually wrong.

"Hello?" I never bothered to put the receiver next to my ear, the skeptical part of me ready to hang up at the first insult.

"I know you are behind this. You're always making a mess of everything. You're miserable and alone, no surprise there but I will not allow you to drag your sister down with you. Put Francesca on the phone now!" She was yelling, a show of passion and anger I had never seen before.

I was about to hit the off button on my phone when I read between the insults. My sister wasn't home. "Frankie's not here." I croaked, exhaustion still audible in my voice.

"Don't bother lying. I know she's there. Where else would she be?" She regained her composure and was back to the ice queen I was familiar with.

"I said she's not here. So she went out for awhile, that's not a crime. She's a grown woman. Give her some space." Why did I answer the phone?

"She was supposed to be here hours ago. You expect me to believe your sister just went out for a walk the morning of her wedding and lost track of time? The hair stylist and make-up artist are already here, the photographer is on his way and your sister just went for a stroll, is that it?" She barked.

"Don't bite my head off, I'm not the one who lost the bride. That was on your watch." I snapped back. "The way this conversation should have gone was Maurin your sister took off. She's not here or at her apartment. I don't know where else to look. I need your help."

I was met with silence on the other end. "I am hanging up now. Call me if she changes her mind about the whole runaway bride thing."

"You care more about breaking me than your sister? Fine Maurin, I need your help." The last part was laced with anger.

I knew how much it cost her to say those words. A smile crept across my face. I would have looked for Frankie anyway. "I'll bring her home."

She didn't say thank you or anything else for that matter before she hung up.

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