Page 118 of The Lost Melody


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“Roark saw me leave, he told me that he was going to have Orion watch me on his tracking app,” I tell him, pulling away as I shrug.

“Ya know, I didn’t completely believe Greg inserted a tracker inside of you until right now,” Tori says, shaking her head. “My husband is the epitome of preparedness, but really?”

“I swear there was a good reason for it—” he starts to say and I interrupt him, drying my face with my sleeve.

“Orion took a job on the dark web so they could pretend to kidnap me and track down Xav. It didn’t work the way we hoped it would though,” I explain, shivering from the cold.

“Greg used you as bait?” Miguel asks, handing me a drink.

“I mean… it sounds worse than it was, and I was armed. Only one of the people there left alive who put out the contract. Umm… are the kids in bed?” I ask belatedly, not drinking what is in my hand in case there’s alcohol in it.

Damn, I wasn’t a heavy drinker, and I already miss not being able to have alcohol.

“Yeah, they all crashed early,” Tori explains. “It’s after ten now.”

“I had this really shitty dream… and my mother was in it with Xav,” I finish, censoring myself. I really should tell the guys I’m pregnant, I was just too upset when I left the house.

“Well that explains why you came over like a bat out of hell,” Greg mutters. “Whatever Miguel gave you probably has a healthy dose of alcohol, and you look like you need a stiff drink, Lennon.”

Sighing, I mutter, “Fuck. I’m sure I probably deserve a drink, but I can’t drink for a while.”

Greg’s eyes shine with triumph. “I knew it! Someone in this house is pregnant, I found the tests in the trash, and was waiting for Tori to come clean about it,” he crows.

Tori rolls her eyes. “One day, you’ll stop going through the trash like a damn raccoon, Greg.”

“I realized that I haven’t had a period in awhile, and there’s really only one reason I could be pregnant,” I deadpan, waiting for it to click in his mind.

Blinking, his eyes grow cold. “No. Fuck, no,” he says, shaking his head.

I shrug, blowing out a breath as I hand him back the glass and the towel. “One of the many souvenirs Hidden Hills gave me, along with the nightmares. I’ll see you tomorrow… what time should I be by?”

“I’ll come get you. I’m leaving at six in the morning, and it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. Would it be over the top if I get an underground tunnel dug? I have a feeling that we'll be at each other’s houses often,” he muses.

I look over at Tori, who is looking at Greg as if he’s lost his damn mind. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. May as well join the insanity.

“Yeah, like connected by our basements?” I ask.

“Lennon, please don’t tell me you’re feeding into Greg’s doomsday prepper shit,” Miguel groans.

Link steps into the room, looking at us. “Y’all… all I did was check on the kids, and I walked into this…what the hell is happening?” he asks.

“Ask your brother-husband,” I smirk, opening the door and walking out, ignoring the groans.

“Mic drop! Bye, Lennon!” Tori calls out.

Today has been one of the oddest Christmases, and I’m sure I’ll be processing it for a while.

28

LENNON

It’s shitty weather again this morning, and it's fitting that this is the day my mother will leave the world forever. Orion and Derek offered to come with me to the prison, and I readily agreed. I don’t think Greg is going to be great company today.

Greg stomps up onto the porch with a giant raincoat and hands it to me. He’s moody, and I know it’s because of the bomb I dropped on him yesterday. It wasn’t my intention to tell him like that, but the stress of my nightmare had me all fucked up.

Biting my lip, I glance over at Orion and Derek. “Guys, I need to tell you something, and it’s super shitty timing,” I tell them.

Roark and Turner open the door, walking out to join us. “Is this why you’re having nightmares, little Valkyrie?” Roark asks, and I huff in surprise.

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