Page 29 of I Hate Myself for Loving You
Jackpot, bingo and all the other stuff you yelled when you hit the big one.
Come to mama…
Chapter Ten
Avery had two choices. She could wait until Lassiter told her what the letter said, or she could read it herself.
Seeing as he liked to play sock so much, Avery decided it was time to play fetch. Snatching the letter deftly from Lassiter’s hands, she ran, down the small hallway and into the even smaller bathroom. With a shove of her nose, she snapped the door shut and dropped the letter on the floor.
Lassiter crashed after her, calling to her to bring it back. His body pushed at the door she now leaned up against while Avery let out a warning snarl. She just needed a damn minute!
Looking down at the letter, her eyes skimming the words, Avery’s heart skidded to a halt.
How could this be?
Losing her focus, she felt the shift back to human form begin and there was no way to stop it. If she lost her train of thought—and the letter had certainly taken her focus off of her werewolf form—she was sunk.
But Avery didn’t care. This was too incredible to believe.
As the fur of her coat melted away and flesh replaced it, tears stung Avery’s eyes, forming at the corners of them and falling to the cheap linoleum.
Oh, my God.
Placing a hand on the worn notepaper, Avery trembled as she read.
A parakeet you’ve been these years,
To protect you from our greatest fears,
The loss of your brother too much to bear
We’ve left you in his gentle care.
To break the spell which we have cast
You must seek out our distant past.
Go back to where it all began,
A place we call Adams land.
Within its earth you will find
A drink to help you join vamp-kind.
The cock that crows at morning’s light
Will lead you from the dark of night.
A woman who is strong and true
Will know the secret that is you.
Find her on the Adams land
And carry out our simple plan.
You will awake at break of dawn,
