Chapter 55
Raven’s POV
I woke to birds chirping outside my window and the sun cascading through the glass. I blinked against the bright light, realizing I was alone. Disappointment flared, but as I stretched, I took in the feel of my body, my mind, my spirit.
I felt good. The best I’d felt…maybe ever.
Grinning at the ceiling, I let my arms flop wide. The movement sent a piece of paper on the pillow next to me fluttering. I snatched it up and read quickly.
Raven,
You were sleeping so peacefully I couldn’t bear to wake you. Heading into town to do some work for Ezra, but I’ll be back after lunch. Maybe we can go for a run?
xx Nox
I kicked my feet beneath the covers, letting out a silent squeal. Giddy. I felt totally fucking giddy. Who knew snuggling with a wolf all night could turn me back into a middle-schooler?
Biting my bottom lip, I sat up and stashed the note in my nightstand drawer for safekeeping. I made quick work of getting ready and making the bed. This was my first day off since I started living with the guys, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Maybe grab a snack and book and head
down to the creek.
I opened my door and listened. I didn’t hear anything, but it was after ten. I was sure they were all at work. I padded down the hallway, moving through the dining room and into the kitchen. I saw a platter of pastries and another note.
Luv,
Had these delivered from the bakery in town. Wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got options. So damn sorry I’m missing hearing the little moans you make as you eat. Reenact them for me later?
Dexter
I grinned so widely that my cheeks started to hurt. I plucked what looked like a chocolate chip scone from the bunch and took a bite. The moan slipped free. At least Dexter couldn’t give me shit about it.
I finished my breakfast in a matter of minutes and then went in search of the library. It took a few tries to find it, but when I did, I gaped in awe at the rows and rows of books. I tried to figure out the categorization, but there didn’t seem to be any.
A soft meow caught my attention, and I turned to the window seat to find Lulu rising from a nap. She stretched, arched her spine, and let out
another meow.
“I didn’t even see you there.” I crossed to the window seat to give her a few strokes. The moment I stopped, she jumped down and meowed’
louder.
A laugh bubbled out of me. “Are you mad I stopped petting you?”.
She meowed again, the sound taking on a bossy tone, and then walked toward the library door. When I didn’t move, she only meowed louder.
Amused, I headed over. “Want to tell me where we’re going?”
She simply trotted down the hallway, and I followed. At the end, she slipped into an open door. I went after her, only to gape at the large room.
14.40
ith a Copycat Luna?
One half was some sort of cat’s dream jungle gym, and the other was an arsenal full of weapons of all kinds-rifles most of all. There were even several bows. Who was he, Robin Hood?
Lulu leapt onto a cat tower, climbing from one plank to another before settling herself in a bed to look out the window. I crossed to her, scratching behind her ears. “You wanted to show me your house, didn’t you? It’s very impressive.”
My hand dropped away as the weapons on the other side of the room beckoned me. I’d worked with blades and a bit with guns, but never with a real sniper rifle. Seeing how Asher had wielded one in our fight with the dark mages made me curious.
I couldn’t help but wonder if you could imbue bullets with the sort of magic I could weave as a caster. It’s not the first time I had an idea like this. Magic would do little to pistol bullets because most mage were able to block those. However, sniper rifles were much more powerful and lethal. Who knows, maybe it could work. Studying the big bullet in my hand, I thought about the kind of spell that might work. I was so caught up that I didn’t hear the footsteps. Or maybe he was so used to moving silently that he did it as a force of habit. Either way, the booming voice nearly made me jump out of my skin.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
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