BirthRight (20 page)

“I remember, and once we get Jasmine
settled, we’ll make plans,” Silas said as they exited the building
and headed for the cars that’d take them to the airport.

Brad and Hank waited at the vehicle along
with Shelby and Theron. Buck, their Beta, stood a short distance
away.

Theron and Shelby bowed as Silas approached.
“Thank you for honoring us with your presence, La Patron,” Theron
said as he shook Silas’ hand.

Silas nodded, released his hand. He took
Shelby’s smaller one, kissed the back of it and pulled her close.
“Have I told you lately that you are one tough bitch?”

Shelby’s face reddened. Her eyes lit with
pleasure. “Yes, on more than one occasion.” She laughed.

Silas nodded. “Good. I just wanted to be
sure.” He nodded to the beta and the wolves who’d come to see the
Patron. The twins nodded to Theron as he shook their hands.

Hank held the back door open for Silas. As
he stepped forward to enter the car, a cold wind blew across f his
face. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck rose in apprehension.
He scented the air and smelled nothing amiss, yet the sensation
remained.

“Sir?” Tyrese asked in a quiet tone, while
his eyes searched the area.

Silas stilled and looked back toward the
second floor. Arianna stood in the window staring down at him, her
eyes blazed for a moment and then returned to normal. In slow
motion, she blew him a kiss.

Apprehension wrapped around him as he slid
into the back of the car. “Goddess save me from fanatics,” he
muttered.

Coming Soon Book 2 – Birthright by Sydney Addae

Thanks for reading the first book in the La
Patron series. Sydney Addae resides in the southeast and enjoys
reading and writing all things paranormal. Nothing is more relaxing
than cracking open a new adventure in a new world. You’re invited
to join the journey into new lands with all manner of things that
go bumpity-bump in the night. Friend me on my facebook page or drop
me a line on my website.
www.sydneyaddae.com
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Check out my other book:
Secret of the
Red Stone.

Welcome to the world of Austin Gray. After
the accident that took his father and left him scarred and
partially crippled, he battled his way back to living a normal
life. Pain besieged him at every turn. He lost most of his vocal
chords; his right leg was shattered ending his college football
scholarship before he graduated high school. All of his plans,
dreams and hopes, destroyed on a long twisting highway.

Somewhere along the way he picked up an
anomaly. At the weirdest times he got a front row seat to some of
the most heinous crimes performed by mankind. It made him sick to
see, and sicker still to retell the sights. The poisonous visions
made him sick until he released the words into the atmosphere.

He’d made peace with being weird, but he
hated the thing that overtook him. It didn’t pay to fight against
the sights. He never won. The FBI took note of his accuracy and
sent the new Special Agent from the FBI to make a deal with him.
Work with her for six months and she’d prove to him his “gift”
could help save lives. One thing they never counted on, the great
lengths criminals would go through to keep their vile deeds hidden.
Even killing the messenger.

Prologue

It wasn’t the heat of the infamous Southern
Pines summer nights that woke me. Nor the insistent clang of pots
or pans. I’d grown accustomed to Ma’s insomnia. She cooked at all
hours to soothe her nerves. No, this drive to get up was something
new. More like a shove from the inside.

Weird.

The urge to move my sore body from its
toasty resting spot pummeled me. As I scratched the scarred skin
between my neck and shoulder, I placed my right foot on the
hardwood floor. The left followed more slowly. The bones were still
knitting from the car accident and I had no interest in having them
reset because I fell.

Slow was good.

My eyes adjusted to this new position and,
keeping that mantra in mind, I sat still on the edge of my bed to
get my bearings. It took a moment to bring everything in focus. The
desire to go online surprised me. As I waited for the laptop to
boot up, I hoped this wasn’t the beginning of another series of
nightmares. Violence in video games was cool, expected even. That
should be the end of it. My sleep should be safe, free from the
horrors of life.

The login screen appeared. Scooting over, I
sat in the ergonomic chair Ma bought six months ago as a bribe to
get me active again. It felt good against my back as I settled,
wondering what to do next. My fingers flew over the keyboard. Good
to see they still worked.

Looking at the screen, I recognized a
familiar chat room; I hadn’t visited it since the accident. Closing
my eyes, I breathed through the pain of loss that filled me every
time I remembered the day our car ran off the road and hit a
tree.

A beep pulled my attention back to the
screen. The clock at the bottom read a little after midnight and
the room was full of lively chatters. Scrolling down, I suppressed
a yawn, read the inventive names of the active participants,
answered a few shout outs, and decided to leave. I’d just turned
eighteen and some of the suggestions in this room had my face on
fire. A new person sent a shout out.

Rosiered
<
hello, room.

I froze. I’m not sure why, but immediately I
asked for a private chat. Thankfully, she agreed.

Austingray
<
hi, where are
u?

Rosiered
<
a little restaurant
in France. Why
?

A sliver of fear unfurled in my stomach,
rising, taking my breath with it. She was lying. Pain slashed at my
lacerated throat. I couldn’t speak much over a whisper, but words
bubbled from my gut. I tried to infuse the urgency I sensed to
her.

Austingray
<
no, you’re not;
you’re in a room in San Francisco. You need to leave. Now!

Angry that she still sat, I started typing
another message. The movement brought a pounding pain inside my
skull. It grew stronger every second, blurring my vision. Looking
up, I watched her twist in the paisley-covered chair before she
refocused on the laptop.

Damn, I can see her
.
How
? My
cam sat in an unopened box on the floor. The knowledge hit me. I
stared at the words on the screen. The accident had done more than
ruin my body; it had screwed with my brain. I knew where she was,
that she was a short blonde with brown eyes, and petite build.

I saw her look around, biting her lips, and
then start to type again.

“No, no, no, don’t type,” I yelled, the
noise ripped painfully from my few remaining vocal chords sounded
like a screeching tire. “Get out.” Of course, she couldn’t see or
hear me. I was weirding out.

Rosiered
<
where r u?”

Austingray
<
Run! They’re
coming
!

Rosiered
<
who?

As she leaned forward to read my text, the
door burst open. Two burly men strode in, snatched her up while
placing a cloth over her mouth, and backed out.

Austingray
<
too late.

The blond male changed course, walked
forward, and read the screen. His eyes widened as he looked around.
His lips twisted as he picked up the laptop and smashed it. I felt
a curious relief when he disappeared and the visual faded.

Then I fainted.