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son to get ice cream.”

Jace has a son?

“Wait. Billy belongs to Jace?” I exclaim shocked.

“I’ll explain later, Ana. You need to get home. I think Adrian is about to kill Clari and I’m not strong enough to stop him.”

I sigh. Damn drama. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” I look at the Marcos. “You guys stay here, talk, hook up, whatever. Just don’t tell me if anything happens.”  I’m let out of the booth and I leave the parlor, ignoring the strange looks I’m getting from people. Yes, I know there’s ice cream on my head. They don’t need to stare.

Chapter 15

I walk into the living room to see Adrian holding Clari to the wall by her throat.

“What is going on?” I ask, walking up behind him and laying my hand on his shoulder. The muscles beneath my hand relax a little.

“I’m tired of listening to her complain about you.”

Aww. He’s defending me.

“Release her, Adrian. It may have all been a scam, but she was still my best friend.”

He doesn’t listen to me. Clari’s face is turning blue. I’m not sure how much time she has left. I step around Adrian and easily pry his hand from her. She collapses, gasping for breath.

Adrian blinks when I look at him.

“What the hell is on your head?”

“One of your brothers thought it’d be funny to dump my ice cream on me.” His mouth twitches. I resist the urge to hit his arm. I glare at him instead.

“If I go take a shower, will you leave Clari alone?”

He just stares. I take that as a no. I sigh. “Fine. Then you’re standing in the bathroom while I shower.”

He shakes his head. “I won’t touch the Witch. You go shower.”

“Promise?” He nods. “Good. I’m going to wear a pair of your sweatpants.”

“You have your own.”

“I know. But I like yours.”

I go to the bedroom to get clothes, then head to the bathroom. My shower is quick. I don’t want to risk Clari’s life. I know Adrian would seriously hurt her if she pisses him off again. My brush has joined Adrian’s on the counter, yet another thing that makes it obvious I’ve claimed this space as mine. I brush my wet hair and put the brush down. I turn to leave but stop when a pain shoots through my chest. It hurts, almost as bad as when I turned. It came on so quickly I can’t help but cry out as I fall to the floor clutching my chest. It lasts a few moments then stops. Something is wrong with one of the Marcos.

The door bursts open and Adrian kneels beside me. I feel him invade my mind.

“It’s Marco, but I don’t know which one,” I say, standing up. He nods and takes my hand. We take off running, using vampiric speed. I’m faster than Adrian so I’m practically dragging him back to the ice cream parlor. I’m almost there when I get a bad feeling. Something is terribly wrong.

There’s yellow tape around the parlor. Several policemen are keeping the crowd at a distance.

“What happened?” I ask a bystander.

“Some lunatic shot this guy. Poor fellow. I think he was here with his brothers and kid.”

I feel the little color I have drain from my face.

“Is he okay?”

“Dunno.”

I start shoving people out of the way. Once at the tape, a policeman tries to stop me but I easily get past him. The ambulance isn’t here yet, so whoever was shot is still going to be inside.

Chapter 16

 

I make it inside but don’t get far before Lyna attaches herself to my leg. Tears streaming down her face. The sight of her upset brings me to tears. I don’t let them fall. Not yet. I need to know which one and if he’s alright. With the police officer yelling at me to get back, Lyna on my hip, and Adrian following close behind I step farther into the parlor, heading to where there’s a small crowd of uniformed officers. I push my way forward.

“No!” I breath, falling to my knees next to the Marco. I touch his face. He doesn’t move.

“He’s dead, miss.” A man says next to me. I ignore him.

I slap the Marco’s face. “Blake dammit, wake up.” Nothing happens. Something inside breaks and I know there’s tears streaming down my face.

Arms pull me away. I turn and bury my face into Adrian’s chest.

He’s gone, Ana.

“No he’s not! He’s a fucking Vampyre, he’s can’t be dead!”

He can’t be gone. I just met him. He’s my Mate. He can’t be gone. He can’t be. I pull away from Adrian and turn back to Blake. I crawl towards him and lay my hand on his chest. I close my eyes and try to sense something. Anything. I get nothing. Nothing but an overwhelming sense of loss. I open my eyes and meet Blake’s glazed ones.

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to step back. The paramedics are here.”

I ignore him and touch Marco’s face again. It’s already cold. Well, he was cold before. Vamps are cold, but not this cold.

“Ma’am, please.”

“Can’t you see she’s in shock? Give her a minute, Joe,” Another unfamiliar voice says.

Ana, he’s gone. Let them take him.

Adrian’s right. I lean forward and close Blake’s eyes, then press my lips to his. I wipe my face. I don’t want them seeing the blood tears. They’d think something is wrong with me. I stand up and turn away, looking for the other Marcos. I find them off to the side, looking dazed and in shock. Lyna is holding each of their hands. I slowly walk to them. I pick Lyna up and walk into their arms. They both step in close, their arms tight around me. If I feel like this, I can’t imagine what they feel. Losing their brother, their triplet, the third piece of their puzzle.

After a few moments, I feel Adrian nearby.

“What happened?” He sounds calm, like he usually does. Does he not feel anything? I pull away from the two Marcos and look at him. His mouth is pulled tight and his face is blank. Yes, he’s upset too.

“We were just sitting here, talking with Sera. Lyna was talking to Billy and the next thing I know Sera had a gun. She aimed it at Blake and pulled the trigger. Both her and Billy disappeared into thin air,” the monotone voice sounds different with only the 2 of them.

Sera did this? Jace’s mom? I let out a growl. How could he? I may not have had any intention of choosing him, but he’s still my Mate. Why didn’t he tell me she was going to attack?

I pull away completely and head towards the door. Several cops try to stop me, but I ignore them.

Chapter 17

 

Without thinking much about it I use the bond with Jace to quickly find his location. He’s at the apartment, tending to Clari. Running there will take too long. I want vengeance now. My body starts to tingle. I get the urge to close my eyes and to stop running. I listen to it. When I open my eyes I’m standing in the living room. Woah. Did I just teleport?

Ana! Calm down he didn’t know.

Bullshit. She’s his mother. I hear movement and turn to see Jace in the doorway.

“What’s wrong, Ana?”

I resist the urge to jump him. It’s hard. He should have warned me his mother would attack. I would have never left them alone with her.

“Blake is dead,” I say, not hiding my anger from him.

“He’s a Vamp. Of course he’s dead,” Jace replies, looking confused.

“No. He’s dead. For good.” I take a deep breath. I’m starting to shake. “Your mother killed him!”

He pales as he realizes how angry I am. I slowly start walking towards him. He backs away, throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know what’s going through your mind right now. But I had nothing to do with it. I swear!”

I feel some kind of energy form around him. I’m getting closer, deliberately scaring him now. But I don’t care. Blake is gone and it’s his fault. He should have warned me against his mother!

I start to lift my hand, still moving slowly, with the intention of hitting him, but I get stopped. Blaire is standing in front of me. I attempt to move him aside but arms wrap around me from behind. I let out a growl and kick out, trying to break free. I do, but another pair of arms stop me.

“Let go of me!” I shriek. I don’t like this. Can’t they see that it’s Jace’s fault?

“It’s not Jace’s fault. He has no control over his mother.” That’s Blaire’s voice. How can it not be Jace’s fault? He knew his mother, better than I did, and he didn’t warn us. Blake could still be here!

“He hasn’t talked to his mother in about a month, Ana. She left the clan. It’s not his fault.”

I stop struggling. The anger is gone. Without the anger clouding my thoughts, I can think clearly. It’s not Jace’s fault. Especially if what Blaine said is true. I burst into tears again. Arms wrap around me. A deep breath tells me it’s Jace.

“I’m sorry..” I whisper. He doesn’t say anything. After a few moments, I pull away.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a son?” I attempt to move to a different subject.

“It’s a long story. But to put it simply, I can be stupid.”

“Whose his mom?”

“She’s gone. She stayed long enough to have him, then she left. Haven’t seen or heard from her since.”

“Oh..”

“Yeah. And mother took him with her when she left.