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“We can mine Holden for everything he knows.”

“Oh, right, Holden.” My mind went straight to Marshall. I’m actually relieved it’s Holden. I’ve already killed him once, so I can’t help but feel like I’ve got the upper hand.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be there with you.”

“Thank you,” I run my fingers through his soft, fine hair.

Gage purges the problems of the world by way of his tempered kisses—the way his hands offer a light massage to my shoulders as he does it. If only we could freeze time and live in this moment forever—just Gage and me and his magical kisses. There’s no better feeling in the world than being alone with Gage.  

“I love you so much,” I say.

“You do?” Dark shadows emit in place of his dimples.

“Oh, I do.” I bite down gently on his lip.

“Perfect.” His warm hands slide up my shirt.

“Perfect?” I bite down on my lip seductively.

“I’m ready to share everything with you.” Gage pulls in close with his knees on either side of me.

A tight lump gets caught in my throat. It’s the shower scene all over.

“But we’re not in a hotel room.” It speeds out me like the excuse it is. I want to have this experience with Gage, just not here, not like this. Besides, he prophesied our first time would specifically be in a hotel.

He leans in and gives one hot breath into my ear. “We will be.”

Chapter Fourteen

Nevermore

The morning fog glides by my window in strips like elongated tails from some prehistoric beast. I miss Gage with a heartfelt ache even though he left less than an hour ago. Everything in my world is hollow without him around. I find myself moving through increments of incomprehensible solitude until the very next time I see him, nothing but a grey existence. Then he comes and the universe fires back up again, colors sing their songs and I’m filled with life.  

It’s so strange having to stave him off, having to convince him for once that maybe the Landon house isn’t the best place for anything too serious to happen. And, I wonder why I have to convince myself to begin with? Gage is a god. I should be kneeling at his altar just waiting for his command to have me.

I open the casement window and take in the scent of fresh dewy earth. The raw oils of the eucalyptus trees bleed its sweet bouquet. A dark shadow flies from branch to branch.

“Nevermore!” I shout with bubbling laughter.

My bird. I have him back.

He swoops over.

I crank out the window until he crouches inside.

“You’re better,” I muse, stroking the back of his head. “Nasty Chloe will never get you again.” I stop just short of promising. Apparently, I have no real control where Chloe is concerned.  

“Chloe,” he croaks.

I make a face. I don’t really care for him saying her name.

I lay my hand flat on his back—immobilize his wings from trying to part as he twitches from side to side.

Skyla
.

My hand retracts.

“Did you say my name?” A startled gasp emits from my throat. “I think I heard you.” I place my hand gently on his side. “Oh, my God, I can hear your thoughts.”

I don’t have many thoughts, Skyla. You might be disappointed
.

“Tell me about yourself. Gage said you’re a bound spirit. What happened?”

 I was received by Hal Bishop when he was a youth. For a time, I was his daughter’s keeper, transferred to Gage Oliver and now I belong to you
.

“So, are you a Nephilim? You’re not a Count are you?” The idea doesn’t even mildly amuse me.

I was born into the Countenance. I’ve been disgraced and removed from the faction.  

“Countenance,” I say horrified. “So how’d you end up a bird?” Seems like a rather drastic demotion.

Justice alliance
.

There’s a harsh knock on my door, and the knob rattles. It’s Mom shouting for me to come downstairs.

“I gotta go. Can we talk again?”

I have nothing but time
.

***

“What?” I storm into the kitchen to find Mom pulling out the jelly and bread from the fridge.

“The clinic called and they bumped up your appointment for tomorrow morning. I just got off the phone with Emma and told her we’d swing by and pick up Gage in a couple of hours.”

“Wait, that super fertility clinic in Seattle?”

“Yes!” Her eyes spark like brilliant emeralds as though I was five and we were going to Disneyland. “Oh, Honey, it’s the best state of the art facility. And wait until you meet my doctor! He’s so nice and super gorgeous. He reminds me a lot of Mr. Dudley.”

“No way, uh-uh. I’m not having any super gorgeous man examine me for
babies
,” only it sounds more like rabies when I say it.

She clunks the jelly down onto the counter.

“You, Skyla, should have thought about that before you decided to make a very grownup decision and slept with Gage.” Her hands fly past me as she unscrews the enormous jar of baby vitamins, shoving one in my hand.

I roll my eyes at how ludicrous this all is. My mouth flies open in protest then I shut it again. Why not let her super fantastic fertility clinic tell her she’s wrong? Maybe the next time she and Tad doubt me, they’ll remember all the money they forked over the last time they decided not to believe.

I grab a glass of water and reluctantly swallow the giant horse pill.

“So, tell me more about this trip,” I pull out a knife and help her assemble a plethora of sandwiches.

“Well, I thought we could make a little getaway out of it. You know, eat dinner at the Space Needle,” she twists her lips. “And I have my eye on this hotel overlooking the water. It’s going to be very romantic.”

“Um, that’s nice.” I think. Why does it feel completely wrong to have your mother hooking you up with a romantic getaway? Well, she’ll be there, so obviously there won’t be anything really romantic happening under her watchful supervision.    

“So, you guys heading outta town?” Drake walks in with his evil twin Holden.

“Yup. Just Gage, me, and the ‘rents. Aren’t I lucky?” I whisper as I pick up the mail he just spilled all over the counter.

An envelope addressed to Mia Landon.     

“What’s this?” I ask, picking up the letter to my sister sans the correct last name.

Mom snaps it up and howls for Mia to come downstairs.

“It’s official!” She shouts running her pinky through the back of the envelope. “We’ve got another Landon in the house!”

“What?” I know Mia talked about changing her last name, but…

“While you were gone, Mia and I went down to the courthouse, and today,” she rattles the paper in her hand, “your sister has a new name.”

“It’s here!” Mia and Melissa happy dance while Mom flaunts the letter as though it were a banner.

I’m not sure why I can’t find it in my heart to be happy for Mia. I know she’s wanted it and I understand why, but my father resonates in the back of my mind like a soft bell that only knows one note. I can’t let him go. I don’t think I ever will.  

“Mom?” I ask as Mia and Melissa take their woo-hooing upstairs.

“Yes!” She’s so jubilant now she’s like the human version of a helium balloon.

“If there were a way to see Dad again, would you want to, you know, see him?” Her eyes sharpen over at me as though I had asked something profoundly embarrassing.

“Oh, of course, Skyla, don’t be ridiculous. That you even have to ask is an insult.” She wipes her hands down with a towel.

Tad calls for her.

“I’ll be right back,” she speeds out of the room.

Holden comes over, and stands beside me until our shoulders touch.

“Going to use some of that Celestra voodoo to make that visit to Daddy happen?” he whispers.

I look up at Drake, losing himself in some lingerie catalog that came for Mom.

“Yes, I am,” I say, picking up the knife off the counter just to be safe.

“Good, because I wouldn’t want you to get rusty,” he gives a crooked grin. “I’ve got a few pit stops I need to make myself.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve sort of met my quota on illegal light drives with Ellis.”

“Nothing illegal, just want to see my sister.”

I snap my head in his direction.

For once, Holden Kragger has a brilliant idea.

Chapter Fifteen

Get Away

We arrive at the Oliver’s house with a car full of overnight bags for our first dysfunctional family outing.

“Come in!” Emma hugs my mother as though they never exchanged barbs the other night. “He just brought his things down.” She points to a duffle bag by the door.

Gage swoops in and takes me by the hand. We head into the kitchen where Logan is funneling chocolate syrup into a near empty gallon of milk. He gives a weak half smile before replacing the lid and shaking the container until it’s foaming with bubbles.

“So, Holden wants to light drive and see Emerson,” I say. It feels like the only conversation possible that can take place between the three of us.

“I won’t let you go alone.” Logan stops shy of putting the milk to his lips.

“You won’t
let
me?” I snipe.

My stomach does a hard roll. What is this? How can I possibly be getting sick every single morning when I haven’t even had a complete sexual fantasy? It’s like my mother put some sort of spell on me, and now I’m being tormented with morning sickness.

“I mean I don’t want you to,” his expression softens. “You’re insane if you do.” Logan gives a despairing look.

“Well, I’m going,” I say it mostly to piss him off.

“You’re not thinking clearly.” Logan gags on his words. “First Dudley, now Holden?”

I gasp.

He so, did not just go there. I thought I made it clear to him Marshall was an off limit topic around Gage. But obviously I—

An explosion of heat rips through my insides, and my stomach lurches. I barely have enough time to turn as I vomit into the sink.

“Oh, Honey!” My mother trots over in hysterics. “She’s been so sick—throwing up every day.”

“I’m OK!” I rinse off my face and clean the sink. Shit! Not exactly something you want to do in front of your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, and all parents involved. Obviously, I’m on the friends and family vomit plan. Holy freaking shit. What in the hell is going on?

I pluck a dozen paper towels off the rack and turn to a crowd of overly concerned faces.

“You know what they say,” Mom starts, “a sick mommy means a healthy baby!”

I close my eyes in defeat.

“So, where are they going to live once the baby is born?” Tad eyes the kitchen as though he were marveling at their riches.

“Oh, I don’t think they need to move in together.” Mom actually sounds embarrassed, for once, by her moronic other half.

“Sure they do,” he continues, “Gage is going to want to see the baby when it’s screaming at three A.M. to give it a bottle.”

“Skyla is breastfeeding,” Mom interjects.

Shoot me now.

Heat rushes to my face as I catch Logan cast a lewd smile in my direction as if he were the baby in question.

“And I’m sure he’s going to be interested in what it feels like changing up to twenty diapers a day,” Tad continues his idiotic spiel. “All things we have to look forward to,” he looks to Mom, accusingly.

“Don’t forget two A.M., four A.M., and five A.M. feedings. If the baby is anything like Gage, it will never sleep,” Emma chortles into her fingers.

I look over to Gage. Is she for real?

“I’m sure it’ll all work out,” Gage offers.

Great. Saying those words in front of Tad is like stepping on a landmine.

“Oh, so you think it’ll be business as usual?” Tad balks. “You think having a baby and a wife, at seventeen, is a walk in the park? Well, aren’t you in for a rude awakening.”

Mom openly glares over at him. “The good thing is they are very much in love. And they’ll have each other, as well as, a supportive family to lean on when things get tough. You can’t always press into the negative.”

You can hear a freaking pin drop in the room, the refrigerator whirs, the heater switches on sending a blast of warm air over my shoulders, and nothing but silence from those with breath in their lungs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mom shoot Tad such venom.

“Most teen marriages end in divorce,” Tad fires back.

Logan presses out a devilish grin.

“What’s so funny?” I fire over at him.

The smile drops off his face as the room begins to clear.

“Wait,” I pull Dr. Oliver back by the elbow. Mom and Tad are already saying goodbye to Emma at the door. “Why am I so sick if I’m not really having a baby?” I’m panicked over this. “What if there’s a Fem growing inside me?”

“Have you made changes to your diet recently?” His salt and pepper brows rise with concern.

“Well, not really, I’ve been in such shock over Holden moving in with us, I haven’t really eaten anything except that horse pill Mom keeps shoving down my throat.”

“What horse pill?”

“Some mega vitamin that helps babies grow hair on their chest.”

“Prenatal,” he nods, knowingly. “You shouldn’t take it without food. The side effect could very well be vomiting. Sounds like we’ve found the culprit.”

“Oh, yeah,” I figured Mom played into the equation somehow. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Let’s not make this nightmare a reality.” He looks from me to Gage before leaving the room.

“Speaking of nightmare, I can’t find my wallet.” Gage gives a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’ll go check my room one more time,” he says before disappearing.

Logan spears me with a look of longing. He holds the frothy gallon of milk out towards me like a peace offering.

I shake my head. I don’t want anything from Logan. Logan is dangerous. Handling a wholesome dairy product does not ease the effects of the malfeasance he’s guilty of.

He places the milk jug on the counter and makes his way over. I’m paralyzed by his magnetic gaze. I know I should run for the door but something inside urges me to stay. My heart picks up pace and my breathing grows erratic. Something stirs within me. He looks boyish, pristine like old Logan, and I wish it were true.