Page 62 of Married into the Mob
“And the seer? If they exist?” It was almost more than my imagination could capture. But shifters were a thing, I’d just had sex with one, so why not someone who predicted fated mates. Maybe the matchmakers of the past—and perhaps present—were seers.
Hunter chewed his bottom lip. “This is the interesting thing. He’s the seer.”
“What? He’s lying. You said he was latent.”
“Mmmm, but sometimes when one ability is forfeited, another takes its place. He would have been born with the skill but honed it as an adult.”
“So Stefan was with Draven when they met Uncle and caught my scent on him.” I had to check with Uncle Stan. It’d be a difficult conversation, as I hadn’t talked to him yet aboutanything. “We need to confirm the details, Hunter. The seer might still be out there.”
He took a deep breath. “Draven wasn’t in this so much for the money but because Stefan withheld details of his nephew’s fated mate. That was the deal. Marry you and Stefan would reveal who his mate was. Stefan is the seer.
No wonder Draven scuttled off.
“But if Draven had marked me, would that have broken our bond, even if we hadn’t met?”
Hunter explained Draven would never have done anything to jeopardize his own potential mating.
“Stefan felt he had been betrayed by his pack and his late brother. He wanted revenge so badly, but there was no one left to take it out on.” Draven hadn’t been born when Stefan was sent away, besides Draven had a part to play in his scheme.
“Our family, our pack, were the ones who’d brought about the Silverbacks’ demise, so he went after us.”
I let that information sink in. Maybe he was right. We could put the incident in the past and go on with our lives.
“It’s time to end it.”
“Huh?” That was what I’d been thinking. Let it go.
“Stefan.”
“Oh, ohhhh.” I didn’t want to hear that. Yes, I wanted him gone, but dead?
“I have to do it, but Flint and Ranger will be with me.”
Hunter explained that since Stefan didn’t have a wolf, he would be given a choice as to how he would die.
“Do you want to be there?”
I couldn’t watch a man be killed, no matter how much hurt he’d caused. But did that make me a coward because I wasn’t trying to stop it?
“I don’t think I can.” I glanced at Hunter. “Will you think less of me?”
“No. Your thrills came from escaping those thugs and getting Stefan to admit what he’d done, not observing an execution.”
“Okay. But you’ll tell me when it’s over?”
He nodded.
“Am I free to go back to work, visit the cinema, or go shopping?” I wanted to resume my life, or parts of it.
“With bodyguards.”
I enjoyed my independence, but it was too soon to waltz around town. Not that I’d done anything frivolous for a while.
“Your aunt wants to speak to you.”
Ahhh, the realities of life. How much could I tell her? Very little. Some bad guys tried to hurt Hunter, and he happened to bump into me and then we were lumped together, and somehow that was linked to Uncle and his gambling addiction.
“You and she are very close, but for everyone’s protection, no names and no specific details.” He kissed my forehead while his hand resumed its journey under the covers.
