Chapter 177
Chapter 177
Knight gave the kid back to the Sloane after they took us to a spot in the forest where they stole soil for their weed. Allison said that it would defintely help in their gardens, because it’s the same soil they use to farm with. I don’t buy it, but without any evidence, we can’t be sure about anything. Allison and Roman, who are visiting with Baby, are checking and upgrading the security systent.
“So, are we going to take what she said seriously?” Mr. Knightly asks.
“No,” Knight and I answer at the same time.
“These are the people you’re worried about?” Mr. Knightly asks his son. “I feel like I just talked to a stoned hippie bitch who forgot what she’s protesting for.”
“Hey, that stoned hippie bitch is my grandmother,” I throw a piece of popcorn at him. Ren brought me a snack before we all eat. He grins and lets out a heavy sigh.
“I am glad you got that Rizen mentality and not that one,” he taps his head. Knight laughs and snags the popcorn piece out of my hand.
I look down at the popcorn and can’t stop thinking about the things I can do. She wasn’t telling us the truth. At least, not all of it. Her breathing was calculated and even. Her pulse was neutral, which is unusual because Alphas generally dislike having us around. They hate it even more when the three of us are together.
Fear smells sweet to me. Like peppermint candy, and that’s usually the scent I get off people when the three of us are in a room, even with the betas here. She was hiding something or maybe she was gathering intel on us.
“I would really like for you to think out loud right now,” Knight says. “What’s going on in planet Phoebe?”
“Yes, you have a knack for patterns,” Mr. Knightly agrees.
“She was lying,” I shrug. “There is no way she was as calm as she was with the three of us in the room with her. Others are usually so scared that their scent burns my nose. There’s something dangerous about her that I can’t quite put my claw on. She played her role to the point.”
“You might be giving her too much credit,” Mr. Knightly says.
“I agree with you,” Knight dismisses him. “It took one look at you for her
determine you were pregnant. We weren’t in the forest long enough for them
to be able to track us, and they couldn’t have gotten near the pack house with the guards surrounding it.
“You’re also right about how calm she was. She was rambling when she was talking about the end of days shit. Her pulse didn’t race until she spoke of the witches and demons. She didn’t get it under control until she changed the subject.”
“What does the scroll say?” I ask.
“It’s a date with coordinates on it,” he hands it to me. “I’m not sure.
“My khotim vstretitsya na neutrality territory, rogovoy korol. We wish to meet on ottom.”
on the
neutral
territory, Rogue King,” I read out loud.
“You can read Russian?” Mr. Knightly sits up. “Since when?”
“The cat lady is Russian. I picked up some stuff growing up. I also think their alphabet is bad ass,” I admit.
“This is on the day Ayrie and I head out,” he says, setting it down on the coffee table.
“You should take Roman with you,” I suggest.
“She’s right. He might be able to identify any/rogues who were recruited.” Mr. Knightly agrees.
I can tell Knight doesn’t want to go. What Sloane said sounded crazy. The undead rising, demons scouring the surface world, and the return of the ancient ones? It took everything in me not to laugh then and there.
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Chapter 177
Mr. Knightly, the grump, cracked a smile and looked away. I thought she was going to say something like the wraiths are back and are teaming up with vampires or something along those lines. It was twenty–twelve all over again.
“Why did I think she was going to be serious?” Knight sighs in disappointment.
“Daddy,” Ayrie runs into the room. He grins and holds his arms out for her. She skips over and jumps, almost knocking the wind out of him. “I took a nap
“I noticed,” he tucks her hair behind her ears. “Was it a good one?”
“Mhm, no scaries,” she laughs.
“I’m here too,” I remind her. “So, is Pop–pop.”
She crawls off him and sits to his right. She smiles at me and her grandfather.
“Hi guys,” she waves at us. Mr. Knightly laughs, taking no offense.
“Is there food?” Aizen comes out of nowhere and climbs onto the couch beside me. He’s not as awake as she is and leans over to rest his head on my lap. “Why does it smell like wet dog?”
“There was a crazy lady here. You missed it. You would have laughed, and then it would have been acceptable for me to make fun of the old hag,” Mr. Knightly chuckles. Knight doesn’t laugh or try to make eye contact with me, probably afraid I’ll say something.
“If she was that stinky, good,” he grumbles.
“Alpha Rizen, lunch is ready,” Ren taps on the door. “Hey, guys,”
“Ren,” the two of them jump up.
“Did you see the new Gojo t–shirts?” Aizen almost shouts excitedly.
“They also have the evil Yuji,” Ayrie adds with equal enthusiasm.
“I got us some. Your mommy said it was okay,” she crouches down in front of them with her phone to show them.
“What is a Gojo?” Knight asks as we make our way to the dining room,
“It’s an anime character,”
“They shouldn’t be watching that. It’s very violent,”
We all stop and turn around to stare at my father–in–law. He did not just say what I think he just said, did he?”
“What?” I laugh.
“It’s a very violent show,” he repeats.
“Pop–pop, we seen you to rip the head off a vampire,” Ayrie points at him..
“And shoot pew pews into people,” Aizen adds,
“Mommy ate some with her teeths,” Ayríe points at me. “We saw it on the news,”
“Yeah,” I agree, feeling my face burn. “They hit me with that when I brought it up, and honestly, it’s hard to argue with th
