Page 124 of Untraced Magic
Her hands flew to her mouth as she flung herself into his arms as if a lifetime had separated them.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” she cried in disbelief, tears falling over her cheeks. “What happened to you? We tried to find you but…” Bettys questions came on a quick breath, astonishment in every word. Every syllable.
Gerald held his mother’s shoulders. “It’s a long story. She poisoned me. Held me prisoner.”
Fucking hell.
“Can someone explain what the hell just happened? Because I felt like I was somewhere else, but I wasn’t” Said Scarlet, her brows furrowed.
“I could ask you the same question? How did you guys…” I didn’t know how to put it in words.
Colt cleared his throat. “When I used my magic I felt your fear. I knew you needed our help.”
Ah. That creepy shit he kept to himself.
“Impeccable timing. Thanks.” I grunted, rubbing at my side.
Betty smiled, pulling her nightgown tighter. “Scarlet, that was averyold spell, one I will teach you another time. I’m just thankful everyone is ok.”
Skye rushed into the room holding a glass of water and Gerald eagerly drank it in one go.
He smiled. “Thank you.” Swinging his gaze between Betty and Morgan, he rubbed at his overgrown beard. “Morgan, the best decision I ever made was to keep you safe. I do hope you will one day forgive me.”
Morgan nodded, silent tears streaming down her face. I watched as the three of them hugged, holding onto each other as if afraid tolet go, before finally she was back at my side again, her hand reaching for mine.
I slid my arm around her shoulders, nuzzling her neck. “I’m so sorry I left you alone. It was stupid of me.”
She turned to face me, her hand grazing my cheek. “Don’t say that. No one could have known this would happen.”
I clasped my hands behind my neck. “I don’t get it. Why he did it, I mean.”
Skye threw her hands in the air. “Can someone tell me what’s going on here? Where is Wes?”
The group waited expectantly for an answer. Tension carving a slick silence through the room.
“Wes is a traitor. He won’t lay a foot back in this town.”
The group remained silent, soaking up my words. Accepting my truth.
I didn’t want to believe them myself, but the truth had been laid on a silver platter for me, clear as day.
Skye’s irises seemed to flicker and die, and I cringed. They’d spent the first ten years of their lives tied at the hip.
“I think we all need a stiff drink,” murmured Betty, heading for the liquor cabinet.
Colt arched a brow. “It’s 4 a.m.”
She turned to him with that damn glint in her eye. “It must be 5 p.m. somewhere in the world!”
Gerald grunted. “Some things don’t change,” he murmured, a light laugh escaping from him.
“Fine,” huffed Betty. “Coffee it is then… but I’m still lacing it with a dash of the good stuff.” She smirked.
A knowing smile bounded around the room at Betty’s comment.
Morgan snuggled into my front, stifling a yawn.
“If everyone’s okay, we might head home. It’s been a long day,” I said.
