Page 150 of Let It Snow
I force my eyes open slowly, as if they’ve been glued shut. Someone is shaking me hard, slapping my cheeks, voices calling out to me, pleading, begging me to wake up from whatever this is. I claw my way through the fog in my head, struggling to reach the surface.
When I finally manage to open my eyes and focus, I see a face above me that looks so much like Summer’s. The same mismatched irises pierce into me. However, the aura is different, tinted silver-blue-green.
Moon.
But why is he here?
His expression is sharp, impatient, and tense.
"Come on, wake up already!" he snaps. "Time’s running out, we need to move!"
"What the hell… what’s going on?" I mumble, the words slurred, my mind refusing to piece anything together. My whole body is vibrating, locked up, like something inside me won’t start properly. I try to sit up. It takes a moment and Moon’s hand pulling me upright before I manage.
That’s when I notice the purple cluster of energy. Behind Moon, a man is kneeling, his aura so powerful it spreads acrosshalf the patio. He watches me with narrowed amber eyes. And holy shit, he’s massive, a real giant.
I know instantly what he is, because I have a brother like that. A purple alpha. Less than two percent of the population are like him, though they show up more often in True Mates’ bloodlines. Which means this has to be Luca Ferro, Moon’s fated mate.
I just stare, probably looking like an idiot.
The problem is… I never saw this in any of my visions of the future. None of the waves hinted at this situation.
And just like that, I know I’ve stepped straight into myblind spot.
Uncharted waters ahead.
Now, I’m going to be like a child tossed into the storm winds of the timeline rolling in, vast and heavy as a thunderfront.
I glance around. I’m still on the patio. But… my Twin Soul is nowhere in sight.
"Where’s Su—mmer?!"
My voice cracks halfway through his name. They wouldn’t be here without a reason.
I look again and realize my father is lying on the ground next to me. Alarm shoots through me. I crawl to him, check his pulse.
His aura is dimmed, grayish yellow, but his breathing is steady. His eyelids twitch faintly, like he’s caught in a deep sleep. But yeah, neither my dad nor Summer is here.
I wrestle down my emotions, force myself to focus, and pin my gaze on Moon.
"Where is Summer? And my dad?"
Moon exchanges a look with Luca.
"They were taken. Both of them. By Rocco Ferro. Bad luck that he showed up while you were all unconscious… well, your bad luck, his good fortune, I guess."
An icy shiver rips down my spine. I struggle to get off my knees, clinging to the rattan couch on the patio for balance. My legs are shaking, but I manage to stand.
"I don’t understand… Rocco was here? Why?"
"We don’t know the details. Rocco’s been shutting Luca out for a while now. He stopped sharing any information about his operations, especially the risky ones. Only Ennio and Vincenzo have been getting a few scraps."
I desperately try to piece it all together.
"Was it Rocco who planted the bomb on the plane that Blue Lowen was supposed to board… and my brother Winter actually boarded?"
Moon glances at Luca again.
"We know nothing about it, but it’s possible. He’s changed a lot these past few weeks, gotten paranoid, secretive. Vincenzo suspects he’s making deals with NFH, but nothing is certain. What we do know is the Russians have scored some major hits, taking two casinos from us. Rocco’s losing his grip and is desperate to claw his way back to district control."
