by Maeve Hart
She looked into his eyes. “Yes, I am sure. I don’t want to die. Make me the same as you.”
At that moment, her eyes opened wide, her pupils enlarged and she started frothing at the mouth again. The doctor who’d followed us into her room stepped forward, but Lewis put his arm out to stop him. Before I knew what was happening, I heard clothes ripping and Lewis had turned into a wolf. He moved closer to her and I looked away.
CHAPTER 23
I sank to my knees as tears streamed down my face. This was all my fault. My best friend in the world had nearly being killed because of my selfishness. Abbie’s life was forever changed. Holding my head in my hands, I howled.
When I stopped crying, all was silent. Sensing a presence, I looked up to see Jacques in the doorway. I jumped up and flung my arms around him.
He held me tight while I told him about Abbie and her having to be changed into a shifter wolf to save her life. I looked over at Abbie who was sleeping and Lewis in wolf form was lying on the bed beside her.
“I knew about Abbie being sick. They alerted me here from the base that she was coming to see Doc.”
“I didn’t realize she was that bad. Granny poisoned her. It was in the tea.”
The doctor had been silently observing everything.
“Will she be okay?” I asked Jacques.
“Yes. When she wakes she’ll be healed.”
“Thank goodness for that.”
Jacques said, “Let’s go home. We’ll let them rest.”
“Back to our cabin?” I asked.
“Yes.” He held me close.
“How did you get here? Where have you been?”
“I’ve just got here and I’ve been laying low. We’ve got The Light after us, and the police. We won’t be able to get back to the mainland for years.”
I nodded, hoping I hadn’t led the police to the compound and to Jacques.
As we drove back to our cabin, I asked, “Why have a doctor if we never get ill?”
“We never die unless we’re killed in specific ways, but there’s birthing and things like that. And any other emergencies that can come up. Like your friend, for instance.”
“The doctor looks old and so does your uncle, why’s that? If we’re immortal why do we age? You’re hundreds of years old and you don’t look old.”
He smiled. “I’m not hundreds of years old like some shifters. I was a boy when my parents were killed in a car accident and that was back in the thirties. Anyway, we look whatever age we want.”
“Oh.” I shook my head. “I don’t know why I’m asking that now. I’ve been so worried about Abbie.”
“She’ll be fine now.”
I knew she’d be fine physically, but now she was a shifter and when she recovered, I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that. We wound back through the narrow roads. “What will happen to the loft, the penthouse, and the compound?”
“I’ve got people keeping an eye on everything.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll start showing you everything about my life so nothing is hidden.”
I nodded. “That would be good. There’s so much I don’t know.”
“How do you think you’ll like it here on the island?” he asked.
“I’ve hardly seen any of it, but I can smell the sea water. I think it’ll be wonderful living here.”
“You know you can never go back there?”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you before about my family. If I had, then Abbie would never have gotten into danger.”
THE NEXT DAY, Jacques and I went back to visit Abbie. I was surprised to see that Lewis was still there, but in his human form this time.
She was sitting up and looked a whole lot brighter. I sat on the edge of her bed and held her hand. “I’m sorry, Abbie. I was warned not to trust my grandmother.”
Lewis had stepped out of the room to give us time alone.
“It’s fine.”
“Your life will never be the same now because of me.”
“I need to thank you, then. I think I’m in love,” she whispered.
“Lewis?” I wasn’t surprised, not really.
She nodded and I saw color come back into her face.
“I’m glad. He’s so nice,” I said.
“That’s what you said about Steve.”
I giggled. “Well, he was nice too.”
“I’m feeling better every minute—stronger.”
“Good. I just spoke with the doctor and he said you should be fully recovered in a week or maybe less.”
“Lewis has been telling me lots of things. We’re on a tropical island and I can stay here.”
I realized she didn’t remember the plane ride.
“That’s right and it’s beautiful. The sand is white and the water is blue and crystal clear. We’ll never have any worries ever again. I’m so glad you’re here with me.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to get out of bed and see everything Lewis has told me about. And don’t worry about me; everything works out how it’s supposed to.”
I nodded, and thought back to when I was a child and how I’d felt like I was being watched. Maybe instead of some freaky dark spirits observing me, they were beings that protected me and they had guided me to Jacques.
“Everything levels out—finds its own level,” Abbie said quietly as her eyes closed.
“She needs a lot of sleep,” the doctor said as he stepped into the room. “That’s how she’s healing herself.”
I turned around to see Lewis there as well. “Thanks for watching her.”
“Believe me, it’s my pleasure,” Lewis said.
I placed her hand beside her and got off the bed, pleased she was going to live.
As I walked out of the room, I heard a whisper, “Thank you for bringing Abbie here.”
I turned around and looked at Lewis again. He seemed softer somehow. “You’re welcome,” I whispered back to Lewis.
Three months later.
JACQUES and I sat on the white sand looking out to sea.
“This is the life,” I said as I sipped an iced tea.
He smiled and smoothed some hair away from my face that the breeze had blown. “I knew you’d love it.”
“I thought I’d miss the city, but I haven’t missed it a bit. Everyone is so much calmer out here too.”
“Yes, there hasn’t been one squabble since we’ve all come here and that’s saying something.”
I heard laughing and turned around to see Abbie and Lewis walking hand-in-hand on one of the trails. “Looks like Abbie’s going to have her happy ending.”
Jacques turned and glanced at them. “Yes, I’ve noticed they’ve become close. Do you feel a less guilty now about Abbie turning?”
“Doc said it most likely saved her life. Anyway, she said she’s happier than she’s ever been, but I think that’s got a lot to do with Lewis.”
Jacques chuckled and I passed him some sunscreen. “Could you put some on my back?”
He took it from me and squirted the white liquid into his hands, and I turned so he could smooth it all over my back.
“Do you miss your family?” he asked as his hands slid over me.
“Well, not Granny after she tried to kill me and Abbie. I miss Mom and Flora, but Granny would’ve told them I’m a shifter by now so I don’t think they’d be happy about that.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“I never asked you. Does Uncle Milford know about Flora? Does he know that Granny and his father had a child after his mother died?”
“If he knows, he never mentioned it to me. We haven’t been close for years.”
“I was a little upset about our wedding day being ruined.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I just wanted us to be married in case something happened to me. You would’ve had my money.”
“I shouldn’t have mentioned it. You’ve already made it up to me, and more. It’s just a silly thing to look forward t
o a wedding day, I guess. Once I cried that I was a shifter and would always be living looking over my shoulder. There seemed to be danger at every turn. I was in danger of law enforcement, and even in danger of my own relations and I’d also found out that shifters turn on their own. There’s that awful group, The Light. But now sitting here with you, it’s like all that’s in the past.”
I turned back around when he finished smoothing the cream on my back.
“I hope it’s in the past,” he said. “At least you found out from your grandmother what the significance of the ninth week of the lunar and the full moon are. I’ll be able to see my parents again, if they want to come back for the week.”
“You’ve never seen them before, since they died?”
“No, but I didn’t know then what I know now, thanks to you. The second part of that was that you don’t see what you don’t know exists. I didn’t know they could come back so now I know my eyes are opened. I’ll be waiting for them. I’ve got a feeling we’ll both be seeing them soon.”
“I hope so. I’d like to meet them.”
He looked above him and I knew he was looking for his security drones. Once he saw me staring at him, a smile softened his face and he reached out, took my hand, and held me close. I had to believe we were safe in our Utopia. I was safe in Jacques’ arms. Nothing could harm us and nothing would stop us enjoying each other, our pack, and our hidden tropical island.
That afternoon, there was a huge white box with a pink bow sitting on our table in the dining room. I looked over at Jacques. “What’s this?”
He grinned. “Open it.’
Not being able to pick up on his thoughts, I unraveled the bow, and opened the lid. White tissue paper was the first thing I saw.
“Keep going,” he said.
Moving aside the paper, I saw a white dress. I gasped and pulled it out of the box. “How did you know? This is the exact dress I saw with Abbie when we went shopping for dresses ages ago.”
He laughed. “Abbie had something to do with it.”
Shaking my head, I said, “How would Abbie have even remembered this dress?”
“Now, you can plan your perfect island wedding. The first wedding, hopefully, of many here.”
“We’re getting married again?”
“Yes, and this time you can take your time planning it and have everything you’ve always wanted, but you’ll have to hurry if our wedding’s to be the first.”
I flung my arms around him. “Thank you, Jacques. You’re so perfect. This means so much to me.”
“And making you happy means everything to me. I love you, Destiny.”
He pulled me against his hard chest before I could respond. His dark eyes gazed into mine and my knees went weak as he looked deeper, into my very soul. This was the man I had been created for; I never fully knew it until this moment. He was more than anything I could’ve dreamed or hoped for. The designer wedding dress was crushed between our bodies. Still looking at me, he swept me up into his arms as though I was as light as a feather. He lowered his head and his warm lips softly caressed mine before he walked with me into the bedroom.
The End
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Maeve Hart
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I love mysteries and I love an unexpected twist at the end. I set myself a challenge to write a cozy mystery series and that’s what I’m doing. I’ve had a varied life and have flipped flopped from here to there never living in one place for long. Now I’ve settled in a small coastal town with my spoiled pooch, my computer, and a high-powered coffee machine.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
