Page 67 of Greer's Change

“Every living being has a soul, Greer.” Hazel rests her head on her palm on the arm of the chair. “It’s probably just one of those phrases or something. Maybe they’re less likely to listen to that inner voice that tells someone what’s right or wrong. I have no idea, but yes, all supernatural creatures have souls.” Her nose wrinkles. “Even sentinels, those self-righteous bastards.” She huffs, blowing her hair out of her face. “Oh yeah, that’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.” Her face twists into some semblance of a smile.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying to set her at ease.

“So, I was wondering what happened to your house? Your family home, that’s the one I mean.” Her eyes are blue in human form. It’s nowhere close to as intense as it is to look at them when they’re in void form, but something in the way the skin around them crinkles makes me believe she’s uncomfortable.

“It’s just sitting there. I can’t be away from Novak for long, due to the maker bond.” I pat Seiran’s chest as I snuggle deeper into his shoulder. “Didn’t you say something about notifying the town council?”

Seiran shrugs. “I already did. Novak is the town council leader. I’m sure he’ll have a vote or something at the next meeting.”

“About that.” Hazel flutters her long dark lashes. “If I were to be able to secure a job in Black Cove, would you consider renting me some type of accommodation in your grandmother’s home?”

“Wait, really?” I ask, leaning forward. “You want to move to Black Cove?”

She nods. “At least temporarily.”

“Of course, you can stay,” I assure her, smiling brightly. “And you don’t need to worry about rent. Maybe just help with the utilities.” I snuggle back into Seiran’s chest. He and I need to have a talk about the bills, like electricity, water, property tax, and probably other things I’m forgetting. “Are your parents going to be okay with you living so far away from home?” They’ve always been crazy overprotective. I mean, they kept me on to watch Hazel and Violet until they were like fourteen. My parents left me alone when I was eight. Then again, I didn’t have the ability to devour souls if I was in a bad mood.

“I’m over eighteen, and Wraith is the one who suggested a change of scenery might do me some good.” She rearranges the bottom of her shirt, not meeting my gaze. Wraith is the scariest of all of Hazel’s dads, probably because he’s a reaper. “It appearsI’ve gained the interest of a couple of sentinels.” Her face twists into a frown. “And an angel.”

“W-What?” Seiran chokes out.

I have a similar reaction without actually being able to form words.

Angels are almost unheard of here. They pop in for assignments and return to Heaven as quickly as possible. I’ve heard they loathe humans and our “cesspool” of a realm.

Sentinels are rare enough. They’re the offspring of Heaven, usually coming from a hookup the angel had while here on an assignment.

I’ve met a few sentinels over my lifetime, and even worked with two at The Den—although at different times. They’re both high-strung, condescending, and extremely self-righteous. Let’s just go ahead and add judgmental to that list.

“I’m sure he’ll get bored before long and siphon back to Heaven,” Hazel says calmly. “Wait, do angels call it shimmering? Or is that just a sarcastic thing my dad made up? I can never tell with him.”

I snort. “I have no idea, but you’re more than welcome to stay at Granny’s house.”

Novak’s office door opens, and I stretch around Seiran’s crocheting project to see who it is. It’s only Reign, and I find myself smiling at his sexy-as-sin self as he closes the door and swaggers closer.

“Would you like to attempt to stab him with a knitting needle?” Hazel asks. “Or is that reserved solely for out-of-town guests?”

“I apologized,” Seiran mutters.

I laugh so hard that I bend over Seiran’s knees, and my whole body shakes.

“Ahh, Hazel has come for a visit.” Reign smirks. “What a lovely surprise.” His dark jeans seem to hug his thighs perfectlyand something about the way his plain white T-shirt stretches over his chest makes me desperate to pounce. His eyes glimmer like he caughtevery single oneof my thoughts in the bond, and my stomach flip-flops.

Coming to Black Cove was the best decision I never made. I can hate Cole for a lot of things, but leading me to my guys isn’t one of them.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Greer

Hazel informs us she’s going to search for employment, but that she’ll check back in once she has a plan of action. She disappears from her chair without another word.

Reign comes over, taking the seat on the opposite side of Seiran. His jeans brush my thigh, and my body pulses with excess energy. I wonder if I could sweet-talk them into a threesome. I’m starving, and it might make me a cliché vampire, but there’s nothing as blissful as feeding while fucking.

Seiran’s alarm buzzes on his phone, and he drops the blanket he’s crocheting. “Dammit, I’ve got to run back over to Rut to pump everyone up again.”

I twist to face him, smiling. Maybe it’s the bond, but I’m well on the way to being smitten with all three of my mates. “Do you want us to come with you?”

His head shakes, making his dark hair fall around his shoulders.

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