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Becca
I wokeup in a space that smelled like Brandon. The pillow, the blanket; it all smelled like him. Not wanting to wake up from this dream, I snuggled deeper into the comforter, only to yelp when my wrist twisted. The burning sensation rushing down my arm had me pushing the covers off and raising my arms in front of my face.
Bright red lines circled my wrists. The sight of them brought back memories of being with Pac. I immediately shot up in bed, looking around to see if Pac or any of his men were present. The door opened, and I jumped, wincing at the pain that shot through my wrists and ankles.
“Lay down, Becca,” an old woman said, walking toward me. “You can call me Miti.”
I pulled the covers up, relishing in the smell that surrounded me, irrationally thinking Brandon’s smell would protect me.
“You’re reacting to Brandon’s scent,” Miti said, as if reading my mind.
She sat down on the bed next to me and reached out her hand. Without thinking, I placed mine in hers. She gave off a sense of peace, and I soaked it up.
“Have a drink of this hot tea, then lay back and relax. Just listen for now,” Miti ordered.
I did what she said, a calmness washing over me.
“You’ve been through a lot, but you are safe now, Becca. No one is going to hurt you. You’re in Brandon’s room, which you probably have never been, correct?”
I nodded.
She laughed when she saw my eyes get large. “My grandson is slow when it comes to love, scared is more like it. Did you know our family founded Sugarville?”
“That I knew,” I said.
She nodded. “But I bet you don’t understand the tugging that has been inside you since you met him.”
How did she know?
As if she heard my question, she said, “I heard Pac talking to you. You see, I was the first one to the house. While the others were crawling through the dens, I traveled above, following your signal.”
“My signal?”
“Everyone has a signal when they’ve found their true mate.”
Her eyes were twinkling, and for some reason that set me off. “This is the second time I’ve heard the word ‘mate’ associated with me.” I hadn’t meant to get riled up, but I couldn’t help it. “If Brandon and I were true mates—”
“Aretrue mates.”
“Weretrue mates,” I said, giving her a pointed look, to which she just smiled, much to my annoyance. “Then how come Brandon pushed me away? Answer me that! If we were meant to be together, why did he tell me I was just a sister to him? Only as friends, he said.” I was bawling by this time. “And why did it feel so awkward when I kissed him?”
“Because he’s a doofus.”
She said it so matter of factly that I choked on my sobs and just stared at her, right as a peel of laughter came through the door.
“I think you agree with me?” Miti said into the stunned silence.
I nodded, trying to catch my breath as I wiped my tears away. Before I could say anything, the door opened, and next thing I knew, Jill was lying next to me in bed and hugging me.
“I’m sorry, Miti, I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said. Then she turned to face the open door and yelled, “Brandonisa doofus!”
Miti laughed. “Well, I’ll leave you two girls to catch up.” She left and closed the door behind her.
“Oh my goodness, Becca! I thought I’d never see you again! I’m so sorry!” Jill announced as soon as the door closed.
“Jill!” I hugged her as tight as I could. “It’s so good to see you.”
“Did he do anything to you?”
