Page 104 of Let It Snow
It’s Moon.
My brother.
The clairvoyant bastard!
"Moon?" I whisper.
He freezes for a moment, then strides toward me, picking up speed. I jump from my chair and run toward him.
We crash into each other’s arms, so hard my backpack slips off my shoulder and hits the floor.
"Moon, Moon, Moon," I whisper, unable to believe what’s happening.
For the first time in almost two years, I’m seeing my brother again, the one I thought I’d lost after Anzo came and told me Moon had literally vanished into thin air and that I had to take his place.
A sob rips out of my chest, and I think he’s crying too.
He holds me tight. He smells familiar but different. I know now for sure it’s not his original scent. Moon is a mated omega now.
And there’s something else. A faint, delicate smell I don’t recognize, like sweet milk.
"Moon, what are you doing here?" I blurt out, still gripping his shoulders like I’m afraid he’ll disappear again.
"Well, I could ask you the same thing. Looks like you’re about to do something stupid," Moon says, tilting his head.
"I don’t understand," I mumble, even though I do. My heart does, at least.
"Everything will be explained. But for now, come with me. I need to get back home…"
I pull back a little, trying to explain myself. "I bought a flight to Iceland. To our parents."
"Why? There’s no reason for you to go. They’re living a quiet retirement. You’d only stir things up…"
"I can’t stay at the Nolans! There are things you don’t understand!"
He pouts a little. "Oh, I understand everything. That’s why I’m telling you to come with me now," he insists. "I left Luxalone. As far as my clairvoyance can tell, he’ll wake up in about forty minutes. I’d rather not be late."
I blink at him, completely lost now. "Lux?"
Moon grins. "My son. He’s only two months old. Come on, hurry up."
My teeth clench. My head spins.
"I don’t understand anything! Why are you here? How did you know?"
He winks. "I saw it in my visions. Or… maybe I received a phone call from your worried friend? Who knows!" He chuckles. "Anyway! Now come with me and forget about that ticket. If you need a break from the Nolans, you can have it at my house."
I want to explain that I don’t need a break from them, that they’re wonderful, and I’m just in the dreaded heat recovery… but I just can’t keep imposing myself.
However, Moon is already tugging me by the hand with a grip that doesn’t take no for an answer.
He pulls so firmly I almost stumble. I manage to bend down just long enough to grab my backpack before he drags me toward the terminal exit.
"But… what about the ticket? My plane leaves in a few hours!"
"Forget about it, Summer. Iceland isn’t your destination. Beautiful place, sure, but if it’s snow you’re after, the right one for you is right here…"
"What…?"
