Page 39 of Snows Sinful Seven

“She was.” He smiles. “I look like mom, while Gabe looks like our dad.”

“A little bit of each of them.” I grin. “I like it.”

“Me too,” he laughs.

“I should get inside. I’ll be waiting for you back here when you’re done.”

His smile falls. “I don’t like leaving you here alone. What if something happens?”

“I’m not alone.” I smile. “I’ll be okay. I’m just going into the back part. Mrs. Bark is the only one who's in the kitchen. No one will see me.”

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.

I’m standing in the doorway, a few steps up putting me level with Brady’s face. “I promise,” I insist and lean over, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’ll see you soon and make sure to get Sullivan’s coffee.”

He looks at me with wide eyes as I step inside, his cheeks bright pink. “Y-yeah, of course.”

I’m not going to lie; seeing him get all flustered over that kiss makes my heart swell with happiness.

I’m floating on air as I make my way through the back. I find Mrs. Bark humming away as she kneads some dough.

Grinning, I slowly open the door, letting myself in before closing it behind me. “What are you doing?” I ask.

Mrs. Bark shouts, dropping the dough as she spins around, looking at me with wide eyes. “Dear god, child. You just about gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry,” I laugh, leaning over to snatch a cookie from the cooling plate.

Her face softens as she realizes it’s me. “Snow.” The way she says my name has me throwing myself in her arms. “I’m so glad you're okay.” She hugs me tightly, and my eyes well with tears. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried about you,” she questions as she pulls back to get a look at me.

“We?” I ask.

“Regina, she was in here last night. She told me everything.” Her face morphs into a scowl. “I knew your father wasn’t a good man, but he’s downright evil. Who would ever think to kill their own child!”

“Regina?” Her name has my heart racing. “You saw her? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Mrs. Bark nods. “Worried sick about you, though. That poor girl is a wreck. She feels so guilty for letting you run off on your own.”

“I’m okay. I am. Really,” I insist.

“Where have you been hiding out? Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

“That’s what I planned on doing. But everything about that night was a mess. We were frantic, just trying to get me out of there. The storm was bad; I got lost in the chaos and ended up running blindly through the woods for hours. I’m surprised I didn’t end up miles away.”

“Where did you end up?”

I bite my lower lip and smile as I think about the sweet, kind lycans. “You know the pack of wolf-like people that live deep inside the forest?”

Her brows furrow. “You mean the monsters?”

“They’re not monsters,” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“They literally are my dear.” She laughs. “But yes, I know the pack of lycans. What about them?”

“I ended up on their doorstep. I needed a place to sleep, some food to eat, and I kind of helped myself while they were gone.” I grimace.

She barks out a laugh. “You did now, did you?”

“Yeah. They found me sleeping in one of their beds, but not before I made a mess of their house.” I sigh, feeling guilty about all the bubbles Dallas ended up cleaning while I was passed out. “But... yeah. I’ve been staying with them. They’ve been really nice and welcoming.”

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