“Anyway, back to my theories. First theory, Grandmother feared so strongly for my safety that she refused to pass into the afterlife and forced herself to remain in a realm where she could interact with those she was determined to speak to.”
“That sounds like it could be true,” Erin agreed.
“What is your second theory?” Brenna asked with a bit more skepticism.
“My second theory is that Grandmother felt that it was her duty to warn me about my mother. To make sure that I didn’t end up like her. She made it known very early on about the betrayals she’d faced from my mother.”
“That sounds more like my mother.” Brenna smiled. “She was a very strong woman, with formidable powers. It still makes my head spin and my heart ache when I think of how Mariska betrayed our mother and tried to steal her powers.”
“Ugh! Will these damn tears never end? They are going to think I’m a complete basket case,”Adalyn complained to her wolf, wiping away fresh tears. She’d never been so emotional in her entire life, but after confessing not only her sins but her mother’s as well, she was dead on her feet—like all the energy she’d started the day with had been sucked out of her.
* * *
Grace elbowed Rafe in the side when she saw Adalyn sway on her feet. He knew exactly what his mother expected of him, but that didn’t make what he was about to do any easier. He didn’t trust the girl.
At all.
He was surprised by the ease in which the words left his mouth.
“Adalyn, you’ve had a long day. We all have. Why don’t you stay here at the big house with us and we can discuss this more tomorrow?”
“I’d like that—very much so.”
Rafe bit back a groan. He’d truly hoped that she would offer some sort of weak decline, but she hadn’t. The smile that lit her face had been genuine—thankful even.
“Fuck!”
