Page 190 of The Delta's Rogue
Sebastian angles his body in front of mine as his brother’s attention lands on me once again, even though the blanket covers everything from view.
I grimace. “Rune is already on her way to the trafficker’s headquarters with the other half of the set.”
“I can take you there,” a voice says from behind us.
Sebastian whirls around and stands protectively in front of me. His claws extend, and fur sprouts on his forearms and from his back, his lycan ready to defend me and everyone out here with us.
The other two males growl as well, both of them positioning themselves in front of their mates.
But Haven steps out from behind Wesley as quickly as he placed himself in front of her, staring wide-eyed at the silver-haired and silver-eyed female in front of us. Wesley relaxes too, and the female strolls towards us, her long white gown trailing behind her through the underbrush and the fabric billowing with the breeze.
As she crosses from the forest’s edge to Wesley and Haven, the dwindling moonlight follows her—emanates from her.
A sense of familiarity fills me in her presence. It’s similar to—but stronger than—the familiarity Haven’s aura gives me. It grows stronger every moment I’m in her presence.
“Selene.” Wesley nods to her when she stops in front of them.
Her eyes are only on Haven. Her daughter.
“You came,” Haven whispers.
“I promised you I would.”
“I know, but…”
Selene takes Haven’s hands in hers. “Grandchildren aren’t born every day.”
Haven swallows, and a hesitant smile appears on her face. She squeezes Selene’s hands as Wesley wraps an arm around Haven’s shoulders.
“Is that why you kept looking at the forest and the moon?” I ask Haven. “Because you were searching for her?”
“Yes.”
Wesley’s jaw ticks, and his fingers drum against his leg impatiently.
“We should go,” Selene says, noting Wesley’s apprehension. “There is still plenty of time, but you should be comfortable,” she adds to Haven.
In the blink of an eye, they’re gone.
I stare at the spot they no longer occupy. With both Haven and Selene gone, the night is darker and colder. It’s not scary or unsafe, just different because of the absence of their celestial power.
“I can’t believe it.” My voice is still reverent even though she’s gone. “I can’t believe Selene ishere.”
Sebastian nods, but he’s watching Nolan and Cassandra, who are engaged in a silent, mindlinked conversation on the deck.
“Nolan?” Sebastian prods, pulling his attention away from Cassandra and to us.
“I’ll let Micah know what’s going on,” Nolan says. “I take it you want to go back to Crescent Lake as well?”
“Yes,” Sebastian nods. “I need to meet my niece or nephew.”
Nolan flashes him a rare smile. “We’ll meet you there later.” He and Cassandra head inside.
Sebastian spins to face me. “Do you want to run or drive back to Crescent Lake?”
A grin forms on my lips. “Run. Definitely run.”
He grabs the edges of my blanket, tugs me closer to him, and slams his mouth down on mine. The kiss is heated, frantic, and everything our early kisses all those years ago were when we knew we had limited time together.
