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He’s a mess, and it’s adorable.
Even if I’m pissed I could’ve had my Kindle all this time.
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Cevon
“Whoa, CJ, is that you?” a sort of familiar voice calls. I bite my tongue, my lion angrily growling in my head. He’s been furious from the moment we left Nora alone. He’s not used to the separation, but he’s pissed at me knowing we’ve left her in pain.
Left her when she could be dying. We smelt the blood, smelt her pain.
He’s not fucking used to having a mate to care for, and this has rattled him.
But not me. I’m not rattled at all.
My lion seems to have adapted to the situation better than I have. The bond between him and Nora’s wolf is strong, and he’s absolutely obsessed with our new mate.
But I’m not like him. If it weren’t for her cherry scent, I doubt I’d even manage to be in the same room as her. I’m barely coping.
It feels like we’re leaving Lainey alone. Like, we’re tarnishing her memory and trying to replace her with the next new thing. Nora seems to get it. She’s perfect that way.
She’s somebody I don’t deserve.
“Cevon,” another voice calls, and I groan as I turn to see two men I know sort of well. They’re hunters, of course. Nearly everyone in this fucking town is, but they’re ones that have been trying to get meetings with me for a very long while.
Of course, they’d be here the same day as me.
I bet they fucking creamed themselves in excitement.
“What are you doing with those?” one of the men asks, looking at the box of tampons in my hand. He’s about five years older than me and is desperate to be promoted. At the moment, he handles a lot of the shipments of weapons. Personally, I think that’s a pretty good gig.
But he wants more. He wants to be out in the field. He’s got twin girls, they’re five or six, and he talks about them a lot. If he knew my history, he’d know bragging about his kids isn’t the way for an in. Not even a little bit.
But his kids are innocent, and I refuse to send him into a situation that could end in them losing their father.
Even if I’m tempted to kill him every time he gets in touch.
The other man is different. He’s older than me, probably about sixty, and is pretty useless. The only thing that’s genuine about him is his teeth. Everything else is fake as fuck.
We only keep him around because he has deep pockets.
I have no shame in that. I’ve got no shame in anything I’ve ever done in the name of revenge.
“Cevon, please, I knew your father.” I claw out his throat without hesitation. Fuck that cunt, still trying to interfere from the grave.
I blink away the memory, not really sure why it popped up right now.
“What do you mean what am I doing with these?” I ask, glaring at him like he’s stupid. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing with some tampons?”
Both men exchange nervous looks, kind of confused.
“But you don’t have anybody,” he says, sounding confused. But then he fakes a smirk and asks, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
He’s not truly interested, and the terrible attempt at bro behaviour he’s exhibiting is fake. He’s upset, but it runs deeper than that. I get the feeling he thinks my girlfriend and I will be eventually having a baby who will take over, and he’ll miss out.
I’m not sure why he thinks he’s next in line.
“Do I have a girlfriend?” I ask, rolling my eyes as if they’re stupid. “What do you take me for?”
