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“Care to tell me what you mean?” I ask her.
Sondra tilts her head to the side, looking at me. “We all make mistakes. Some are just bigger than others, some are redeemable, and some aren’t. I just hope I have done enough when the day comes, and I finally meet my maker.” She states, looking out at the women working, a sad smile pulls at her lips.
“What could you have possibly done that needs redeeming?” I ask her.
“Countless things, things I am not proud of. I should have spoken up, maybe then there wouldn‘t be all this mess. Fear makes people react differently. I was scared then. But I’m not now.”
“Sondra, are you alright?” I ask her, beginning to worry. She rarely talks like this, yet when she does, she gets in these weird moods.
Sondra sighs, turning her attention back to me. “Promise me that when you take down your father. You make sure he hurts. I want him to hurt the same way he hurt all of you.”
“My father? Sondra, what is going on?”
“Nothing you need to worry about now. But I know that monster, just like I know your mate. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree with that one, but I’m glad to see you aren’t made from the same roots your father is.”
Her words confuse me, and I want to ask more when she points to the pills in my hand.
“I have said enough for now. You have places to be and people to destroy. Don’t feel guilty for ruining them. I can assure you, Elena, that those you destroy deserve it.”
She takes her pills from my hand before I take them back from her when she fumbles to pop them from the foil covering. I hand her two, and she raises a very thin brow at me.
“You’re only allowed two,” I tell her, checking the packet.
“Those doctors are all quacks. Besides, they’re weak as shit,” she says, clicking her fingers at me.
I sigh and roll my eyes, popping another out and handing it to her. “No more, you’ll be high as a kite,” I tell her.
She narrows her eyes at me, but relents when she realizes I wasn’t giving her anymore. “Spoil my fun then.” She huffs, reaching for her tea. I watch as she chews her tablets before swallowing a mouthful of tea.
“Don’t you have to take the boys back to your mate for his weekend visit? Why are you loitering? I can ward off the grim reaper myself, stop fussing and get ready.” she waves me off dismissively. I turn to head inside.
“And tell your mother if I catch her holding a mirror below my nose again, I will whack her with it. I don’t enjoy holding my breath. It’s short these days.” She huffs.
“And you wonder why she was watching you?” I retort. Sondra smiles wickedly. The crazy old lady I love returning.
“Well, she thought I was dead. Figured I would act the part.” She chuckles, and I laugh, walking inside to check on the boys.
As I double-check their diaper bag, ensuring they have every little thing they could need, my anxiety reaches an entirely new magnitude. Lexa ripples beneath my skin nervously, not liking what we are about to do, but also understanding it is necessary.
“Why don’t you stay in the city for the night? That way you’re close, and it may help your anxiety?” my mother suggests.
“And stay where, at one of his hotels, or should I ask dad if I can sleep at home?” I snap at her without meaning to. My anxiety comes off in waves of anger and for the past hour, anyone who has crossed my path has copped a mouthful of my snappy mood.
“We can manage a few nights without you, besides you need to reclaim your old pack back. Why not work from the city? The council chambers are right there, which is where you need to be to get whatever it is you’re looking for. We can manage; we did for years,” Noleen tells me.
“Doesn’t matter where I am. It’s them being in his care that has me nervous.”
“More reason to stay in the city!” Michelle adds, and I roll my eyes, scooping Bane out of his rocker while my mother grabs Kyan. She follows me out to the car, and I buckle them into their car seats and toss the diaper bag onto the passenger seat.
Chapter Seven
“We’ll see you on Monday.” my mother tells me.
“I’m not staying in the city.” I remind her.
“Yes, you are, sweetie. You just refuse to admit it,” she says, wondering off before I can answer. Glaring at her retreating figure, I start the car.
The drive to the city takes twice as long because I am trying to delay the inevitable. By the time I reach Axton’s packhouse, he is standing out front, his arms folded across his bare chest. I roll my eyes, why does he have to be half-naked? I growl in annoyance when Lexa answers me.
