Page 59 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“Baby, calm down.” Locke stands.
“No!” I grip my hair. “Do not tell me to calm down! And I thought you didn’t trust him!”
“What’s all the shouting about?” Declan saunters in, his gaze going to steel when he spots Kingston.
Instantly his fangs descend, and his face morphs into a weird shade of gray.
“Dec,” Locke warns.
But it’s too late. Declan has surged forward, knocking Kingston over in his chair.
At an unnatural speed, Declan is back up, snatching Kingston by the collar and catapulting him across the room.
“Declan!” Locke growls.
Declan ignores him, storming towards Kingston who’s now growling and half shifting in the middle of the living room.
“Stop it!” I scream.
They stand off. All fangs and growls, hisses and glowing eyes. Sprouts of fur appear on Kingston’s skin and right when Declan goes to charge, I shout at the top of my lungs, “enough” with a sharp wave of my hand, slicing it through the air.
Kingston and Declan both freeze in place, and when I spin around, Locke is staring at me with wide eyes. Beyond the couch is an equally shocked Presley in the entry of the hallway.
My body spins, my brows furrowing as I take in my surroundings.
What the…
I drift my gaze back to Locke, my heart rate galloping in my chest.
“There’s your proof,” Kingston mutters.
There should be an explanation, right? A natural occurrence, or a defective wick? Because every single candle in this house just lit a flame.
Chapter forty-two
Locke
Flames. Small flames are scattered throughout the room. The candles along the dining table, the ones along the entry table, and the ones placed sporadically around the house. I remember Angeline’s words.
She’s special.
“You got a clapper or something?” Presley looks to Declan. “And what is wrong with your teeth?”
“Shit,” I grumble.
“Pres.” Raven widens her eyes and starts to her. “I thought you were going to wait for me?”
“I heard a commotion.” She bounces her eyes around the room. “What is going on?”
Kingston moves closer. “She doesn’t need to see this.”
“What do you mean?” Declan slips off his suit jacket.
“The less she knows the better.” Kingston swipes at a small drop of blood on his chin. “We can discuss why in private.”
I watch Raven try to explain to Presley it was just a misunderstanding. My eyebrow lifts at Declan, indicating what he needs to do.
An odd expression passes his features as he looks over to Presley.
