Chapter 50-2
“Only one. The youngest is the assassin.”
Lunessa. Well shit. Did that change things? Why would the Darkwyn coven not want Lunessa to
roam about if she was a trained assassin? Wouldn’t they want her to work with us?
“Kiana, do you know how to get in touch with the coven?”
“No, but I bet Irene does. I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
“Why?” Jenson demanded. “Because you don’t trust Irene?”
I shot him a hard look, but he just scowled. “It is not because of Irene.”
“You should tell him,” Kiana said suddenly. “I don’t think she’s here to cause problems, but if I’m wrong, he should know. They should know, especially if Amelia is guarding me.”
After a moment, I nodded. “Fine, but like Bridget’s betrayal, this needs to stay between us, and if whoever hunted Irene finds out, we may all very well be dead. The maiden is here.”
Jenson paled. “You said someone is after power. She must be incredibly powerful.”
“She is, and if someone drains her, we’re fucked. So keep it quiet. Right now, I think we can trust her, but if Irene contacts the Darkwyn coven and discovers that she has a different agenda, then we go on the offensive. Understand?”
“Tell them all of it,” Kiana encouraged softly. “Even who I am. They need to know.”
Frustration welled up inside of me, and I wanted to push back. The more people who knew what Kiana could do, the more danger that she was in.
But I trusted Jenson, and I was trusting Amelia to guard her.
So I told them everything. About what the witches said. About what her father wanted her to do. About her connection to Dean and Morven.
By the time it was over, I felt something entirely different in my bond with my second.
Remorse.
“I’m an asshole,” he said quietly to Kiana. “I’m sorry, Kiana.”
“There is no need to apologize. I have done terrible things, and I’ve brought trouble down on your pack. There are days when I think the best thing I can do is run as far away from all of you as I can and just try to disappear.”
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“I would find you,” I said instantly. “You don’t get to run away and do this on your own. Not ever
again.”
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She graced me with a brief smile, but I feared that she would run one day. No matter how safe I made her feel. She’d spent years thinking she was better off on her own, and all I’d done was push
her away.
I needed to start making a home for her so she would realize that we were stronger together.
“You have your assignments. Get some sleep. The next few days won’t be easy.”
We went our separate ways. Kiana, I noticed, walked just a few steps behind me. Reaching back, I captured her hand and pulled her forward. She resisted just a little but then relaxed.
“You were resistant to other people knowing what you are,” I said in a low voice. “What changed?” “I’m not used to living in a pack, but I know that trust and loyalty are at the very core of its success. Bridget’s betrayal is hard, and I can feel you hardening because of it. You need to trust them, especially if you want me to trust them. I needed to see if you could do it. If you could tell them
about me.”
“You trust that I will keep you safe now?”
“I trust that we all have the same interest, which is staying alive,” she said absently.
That stung, but I deserved it and didn’t push her. We didn’t say anything when we returned to the house, nor did she say anything when she saw the figure waiting for us.
squeezed her hand and deliberately kept myself between her and Morven. “Go straight to our room,” I said quietly and kissed her temple. When I opened the front door, she practically fled up
the stairs.
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