Wolfsbane, A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy (The Maurin Kincaide Series) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Rachel Rawlings
through the phone.
"I got called into work. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. Promise." I sighed, remembering all the times I told her that growing up whenever I bailed on some family obligation she was stuck going to because she really was their family.
"You can try, at the wedding tomorrow." She said, the windchimes were back in her voice as she said goodbye and hung up.
"Why didn't you just tell her the truth?"
"Are you serious? Sorry Frankie, I can't make it tonight because I have to go watch two werewolves try to kill each other over leadership of the Salem pack- because that would have gone over well. Besides, I didn't lie. Technically I am working."
"Whatever. Can we go now?" Cash left a stack of money on the table, more than enough to cover my tab, and slid out of the booth.
I slipped my shoes on and took his hand, letting him pull me across the seat and help me up. "Do I have time to go home and change?"
"I had hoped to talk you out of your clothes someday not help pick them out." He laughed.
I just rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand again and popped us back to my apartment.
***
We landed in my living room. I was getting better at moving through the between. The landing was a little bumpy probably because of the vodka but I didn 't have to exert as much energy when I brought someone with me. Aidan made me practice over and over again, much to Arawn's delight. But I knew Aidan hadn't insisted on the training sessions to win favor with my father. He would never admit it but I knew he was terrified I would get stuck in the between where he couldn't reach me. He wanted me to be able to move through the between as easily as I breathed.
Cash's knees threatened to give out the second his feet hit the worn out carpet. "Don't ever do that again." He growled.
"Aww, what's the matter? Big bad wolf can't take a little jump through the between?" I mocked.
He just glowered at me, leaning on my couch for su pport. "Five minutes." I said, heading to my room.
For the second time today I wondered what to wear. My closet was divided into two categories. Things I wear to work -as in my old job- and everything else. SPTF had a dress code for detectives, which applied to me as well. The clothes I wore there were nice but not really me. At least I hadn't had to buy something to wear today- too bad I picked the one outfit that made me look like the help , I laughed in spite of myself. Seeing my mother's face while I was holding that tray had been worth it.
Deciding on jeans and a Bad Religion t-shirt layered over top of a snug long sleeve grey shirt, I put on a pair of wool socks and laced up my combat boots. I ran my fingers through my hair and caught my reflection in the mirror hanging over my dresser. I felt a little more like myself again. Cash was right. I fit in with them just fine. I pulled my hair up high in a messy bun and called out that I was ready.
Cash was waiting impatiently in the hallway. I practically knocked him over as I came out of my room.
"About damn time." He grumbled. I slid past him, ope ning the hall closet to get my leather jacket.
I felt his fingers graze my neck and I flinched. Aidan's jealousy, his comment about not doubting Cash dreamed about me flashed in my mind. Suddenly Cash's teasing di dn't seem so innocent any more. "What the hell Cash?"
"When did you get that?" He asked.
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"That." He said, poking my neck. Relief swam through me when I realized his touch hadn't been anything more than curiosity.
I ran into the bathroom, positioning the medicine cab inet just right so I could see the back of my neck in the mirror. What the?
"Cool ink, I don't remember seeing it on Winter Island. Who's your artist?" Cash asked.
I didn't answer. I was too busy pulling at the collar of my shirts to see how far it went down my spine. I was wearing a tank top and boy shorts last night and he hadn't noticed. Although knowing Cash he was paying more attention
"I got called into work. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. Promise." I sighed, remembering all the times I told her that growing up whenever I bailed on some family obligation she was stuck going to because she really was their family.
"You can try, at the wedding tomorrow." She said, the windchimes were back in her voice as she said goodbye and hung up.
"Why didn't you just tell her the truth?"
"Are you serious? Sorry Frankie, I can't make it tonight because I have to go watch two werewolves try to kill each other over leadership of the Salem pack- because that would have gone over well. Besides, I didn't lie. Technically I am working."
"Whatever. Can we go now?" Cash left a stack of money on the table, more than enough to cover my tab, and slid out of the booth.
I slipped my shoes on and took his hand, letting him pull me across the seat and help me up. "Do I have time to go home and change?"
"I had hoped to talk you out of your clothes someday not help pick them out." He laughed.
I just rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand again and popped us back to my apartment.
***
We landed in my living room. I was getting better at moving through the between. The landing was a little bumpy probably because of the vodka but I didn 't have to exert as much energy when I brought someone with me. Aidan made me practice over and over again, much to Arawn's delight. But I knew Aidan hadn't insisted on the training sessions to win favor with my father. He would never admit it but I knew he was terrified I would get stuck in the between where he couldn't reach me. He wanted me to be able to move through the between as easily as I breathed.
Cash's knees threatened to give out the second his feet hit the worn out carpet. "Don't ever do that again." He growled.
"Aww, what's the matter? Big bad wolf can't take a little jump through the between?" I mocked.
He just glowered at me, leaning on my couch for su pport. "Five minutes." I said, heading to my room.
For the second time today I wondered what to wear. My closet was divided into two categories. Things I wear to work -as in my old job- and everything else. SPTF had a dress code for detectives, which applied to me as well. The clothes I wore there were nice but not really me. At least I hadn't had to buy something to wear today- too bad I picked the one outfit that made me look like the help , I laughed in spite of myself. Seeing my mother's face while I was holding that tray had been worth it.
Deciding on jeans and a Bad Religion t-shirt layered over top of a snug long sleeve grey shirt, I put on a pair of wool socks and laced up my combat boots. I ran my fingers through my hair and caught my reflection in the mirror hanging over my dresser. I felt a little more like myself again. Cash was right. I fit in with them just fine. I pulled my hair up high in a messy bun and called out that I was ready.
Cash was waiting impatiently in the hallway. I practically knocked him over as I came out of my room.
"About damn time." He grumbled. I slid past him, ope ning the hall closet to get my leather jacket.
I felt his fingers graze my neck and I flinched. Aidan's jealousy, his comment about not doubting Cash dreamed about me flashed in my mind. Suddenly Cash's teasing di dn't seem so innocent any more. "What the hell Cash?"
"When did you get that?" He asked.
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"That." He said, poking my neck. Relief swam through me when I realized his touch hadn't been anything more than curiosity.
I ran into the bathroom, positioning the medicine cab inet just right so I could see the back of my neck in the mirror. What the?
"Cool ink, I don't remember seeing it on Winter Island. Who's your artist?" Cash asked.
I didn't answer. I was too busy pulling at the collar of my shirts to see how far it went down my spine. I was wearing a tank top and boy shorts last night and he hadn't noticed. Although knowing Cash he was paying more attention
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