Page 47 of Heron's Flame

Chapter 15 Rebel

Cerys and Brax seemed to work through their issues by the time Heron led me inside the house. They were locked in a heated embrace, and the big guy couldn’t keep his hands off Cerys. Seeing that and Heron’s indifference eased my worries. My guy had zero feelings for Cerys. Anyone could see how deeply in love Brax and Cerys were, and now that they worked through their argument, all the tension disappeared.

Leave it to Claw to speak up first. His lips curved upward with amusement. “Should we clear out of here and let you two be alone?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before Heron flicked him in the back of the head.

Cerys beat Brax to an answer. “Not yet. Heron, I forgive you, and this gives me closure.”

“But?” he asked, wondering what was coming next.

“I still want to know what you meant by your club understanding and accepting you. If it’s not about adoption, it’s kinda wild. What do you mean by that?”

Curious, I had to admit I also wanted to know.

Heron exchanged glances with Cuckoo, Claw, Falcon, and Hawk. His gaze shifted to me briefly before landing on Brax. Silent communication happened between them, and it appeared they came to an understanding without needing to speak. Weird.

Brax turned to Cerys. “Baby, I think we need to go to my place for this conversation. Twyla might be back any minute, and it’s personal.”

I felt my eyebrows shoot up. Personal? And it included Heron and the Devil’s Murder?

He continued, “Just hang on, and Heron will tell you as soon as we get there.” He paused. “I have something to tell you, too.”

“Okay.” She gave him a worried glance but agreed.

What the hell was going on?

“Heron?” I asked, catching his guarded expression.

“Spark, it’s gonna be fine. You’ll see. Trust me.”

Trust. A simple word that conveyed a complicated meaning. Trust was earned, not given by demand or coercion. I trusted Heron completely. He proved his love, loyalty, and protection on numerous occasions.

Whatever happened once we reached our destination, I knew I could count on Heron to keep me safe. With a steady breath, inhaling, then slowly exhaling, I nodded my head andtrusted.

A short time later, we arrived at Brax’s place. He led us all into the backyard, accompanied by the rest of the guys who rode motorcycles and were best friends with the deputy sheriff.

It was a beautiful day, not too hot, with plenty of blue sky stretching far beyond the clouds in every direction. The sun had risen high in the sky and headed toward the horizon as the afternoon waned.

Brax had a badass setup that included a pool, an outdoor patio with a fireplace and kitchen, and even a fridge with cold drinks. Seeing to everyone’s needs, he played the gracious host before we sat awkwardly and stared at one another. The guys seemed to be communicating without words again, which irritated me, and I could tell Cerys felt the same.

Heron shot Brax a heavy look, and Brax tensed.

Cerys had enough. “Alright, you’re scaring me. What’s so secret that we had to come way out here? You guys are acting shifty.”

Brax shook his head. Calling her an endearment, he attempted to set her mind at ease. “We’re not trying to be scary or shifty.” His gaze settled on Heron. “You should go first.”

“Gee, thanks,” Heron answered with a smirk.

Most of the guys chuckled, including both Heron’s club members and Brax’s friends.

“Okay,” Heron began, “there’s a reason I said that I feel fully accepted and understood by my club, Cerys.”

“I got that part,” she answered, waving him on to continue.

But he didn’t. He turned to me first. “Rebel, have you ever wondered why I chose the Devil’s Murder MC rather than another club?”

“Well, I assumed you knew one of them or something,” I replied.

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “It was because of my background.”

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