Dominic took that information and answered the door when someone knocked. Zahara breezed in, her face paint bright white against her skin. Thanks to Kalinda, Silva knew just who Rihanna was, and she was struck as how much the witch doctor looked like the celebrity. Even weirder when she realized she was Dominic’s grandmother and probably just younger than Silva.
“I thought it was the baby, but I see it’s the Fae chile. What you go and do to yourself, yeah?”
“Got my ass kicked.”
Zahara snorted. “Understatement.” But then she froze. “Fae.”
Silva frowned. “Um, yeah. But you knew that.”
“Not you, silly girl. The magic on you. Dark fire burned you.”
Ah. The witch doctor knew way too much. “Yes.”
Seeming to take her cue not to say anything more, Zahara approached Silva. “Zoey, I need you out of here. Can’t have anything rebounding to the baby.”
“Silva doesn’t need to be alone.”
“You’re a sweet chile, but my great-grandbaby needs protection. I will heal the Fae Queen.”
Zahara took Zoey’s place at Silva’s head as Dominic escorted his mate from the room. Romano stayed at Silva’s side, gripping her hand in his.
“Take what you need from me,” he whispered.
Silva had never seen Romano so serious unless Kalinda was involved. It warmed her, his presence beside her, his loyalty.
This was what family looked like, and Silva wouldn’t lose any of them.
“I promise, I’ll get her back.”
“Not alone.”
Silva nodded and let Zahara work. Her warm power slipped around Silva, soothing the burning. Pasquale came in and took one sniff of the room before nodding at Romano and leaving.
“The same wolves?”
“Yes. The same fucking dead wolves.”
Yeah, Silva could get behind all of that.
Chapter Twelve
Fabiana was not what Giuliana thought she was.
It was … a lot to swallow. Instead of the vixen surrounded with adoring men addicted to her specific brand of sex-wrapped damsel in distress, Fabiana only seemed to gain confidence when she studied a subject.
Even now, she watched Pasquale and Giuliana discuss back and forth among their wolves. “You’re talking to one another.”
The statement made Giuliana pause. She wasn’t sure how much she could share with Fabiana—even if she was Pasquale’s sister.
She just wants to understand.
It still took some getting used to, hearing Snow’s deep voice in her head. She could sense his care and protection for the female. It also made her hot.
Was she hurt?
The wolf hesitated for a moment. More than she’ll ever tell anyone.
Giuliana could understand that. Some wounds, some fears, she had never been able to share, not even with Dominic as they grew up. Her past was muddled, and even thinking of the memories she was so afraid of made her want to climb out her skin.
