“That’s so weird,” Misty grumbled.
“They may even ask you how you feel about it.”
She looked up at him. “And if I tell them that it’s wonderful and something I totally didn’t expect?”
He looked down at her soberly. “That’s exactly how I feel, too.”
When the plane touched down and they descended the stairs, Domenico’s sudden tension communicated itself to her. She looked up at him. “Domenico?”
“Something’s wrong.”
She finally noticed the swarm of security waiting at the ground. There were more of them than usual.
“Sir.” The man bowed to Domenico and then to her, which surprised Misty.
“Get straight to the point,” Domenico said curtly.
“There has been another attack.”
“Where?”
“At your reception.”
Misty cried out in shock.
Domenico immediately placed a protective arm around his wife’s shoulders, curving her into him in hopes that he could absorb her fears. “Casualties?”
The guard avoided his gaze. “Matteo is dead.”
Misty whitened.
Matteo was dead? She looked up at Domenico, knowing she could only imagine the agony he was in right now. She gripped his hand tightly, willing him to draw comfort and strength from her. He squeezed back but said nothing.
“There’s one more.” The man suddenly looked at Misty and she paled. “Your brother is critically injured.”
Chapter Ten
Dear Diary,
Kevin is hurt and I can only blame myself for it. Have I truly made the right choice, letting them step into a world they don’t know a thing about? If it’s not, will I actually be able to give Domenico up? Will I ever be forced to choose? I love him too much already that the thought of leaving him breaks me apart.
If I go, I want to have just one last night with him – one night to show Domenico how much I love him, how I would always die an exquisite death every time he enters my body, how I love the sometimes savage way he would possess me, his massive c**k nearly splitting my cunt wide open when he is frantic for need.
I love every moment of it, the roughness and the sweetness. I love it because I love him. I just wish he would feel the same for me.
“Before we arrive back at home, I want you to understand one thing, Misty.” The attendants had left them alone in the lounge area of the plane, and almost all the lights had been turned off except for the pin lights above the wine bar across the room.
She nodded, waiting for what Domenico had to say.
“No matter what his injury is, it can be healed with our blood.”
Misty slowly felt her chest easing.
“But if we share our blood with him then he will be a Lyccan as well and therefore under our rules.”
“I don’t care, as long as he’s saved,” she said passionately.
He shook his head. “It’s not that easy. Since he’s not marrying into the pack then his transformation must be subject to council approval.”
Misty almost sagged in her seat. “But what if…what if they don’t approve?”
“They will.”
But he had not answered her and they both knew it.
Neither Domenico nor Misty had slept throughout the flight and they were both silent when they went to the hospital. It was Domenico who decided that they visited Kevin first.
Gazing down at Kevin’s unconscious form, she couldn’t believe how pale her brother looked. This was all her fault. She should have been honest with them from the start. If she had, they’d be more aware, more---
“Stop blaming yourself for something that’s not your fault.”
“But it is my fault.”
Domenico took her hand and guided her to the leather couch at the far end of the room.
When Domenico settled next to her, she looked at him unhappily. “I should have warned them, Domenico, even just a little. I should have---”
“If you are going to insist on blaming yourself then I must share with the blame. I didn’t give you permission to tell them about what I am. I didn’t---”
Misty let out a tired laugh. “You win.”
“Come here.” He pulled her into his lap.
The doctor’s prognosis had not been good. It was beginning to be clearer and clearer that he had to be transformed.
If it had happened anytime beside now, Domenico was confident he would get approval. But the recent fiasco in the Lyccan Hall was still fresh in everyone’s mind and Domenico didn’t want to push things. But if he had no choice, he would.
“Everything is going to be all right,” he murmured.
“And you can make sure it is because you’re Superman, right?”
“At least you didn’t compare me to Wolverine,” he said grudgingly.
Misty smiled against his chest and wrapped her arms around him more tightly. She closed her eyes and began to pray.
The next day, Domenico and Misty, together with their respective siblings, briefly left Kevin’s side to attend to Matteo’s funeral. She couldn’t believe Domenico’s old friend and confidant was dead. Murdered. In cold blood.
Her siblings, now fully aware of what they were up against, were unusually quiet. She waited for them to blame her but they didn’t. Finally, she couldn’t stand it, and when they were left alone in one of the private parlors, she burst out, “I’m sorry.”
Nicole shook her head. “We knew you’d feel this way but really. You’re not to blame, Misty. You couldn’t have known this would happen. Even Domenico, who’s a god, didn’t expect this.”
“I think there’s an insult there somewhere,” Kelly commented, making them laugh. She wrapped her arms around Misty. “Trust me when I say that I speak for Kevin’s as well when I tell you that you’re not to blame.” Her eyes darkened. “But whoever did this, he’d pay.”
Seated temporarily next to the twins at Matteo’s wake, she noticed a slight commotion when an old man arrived, escorted by a heavily armed entourage.
“Who is he?” she asked the twins.
“Pack leader of the Castellanos,” Alejandro answered quietly. “He holds the greatest influence over senior Council members.”
“Then if we ask him to approve Kevin’s---”
“Unfortunately, he’s also notoriously anti-human. His son had committed suicide because he had been rejected by his human lover upon learning the truth about his nature.”