Chapter 21: _ Spoilsport
I smiled at the boy. "Just grown-up things, Liam," I replied evasively. "Things you don't need to worry about."
However, to my surprise, Liam persisted. "Is it about Kylo? They say at school — They say Gamma Rhett doesn't want you two together."
Oh, Gosh. Even the kids knew now.
My blood turned to ice. "Erm — never mind that, Liam. Gamma Rhett has no choice." I shrugged.
I was expecting Liam to let it go but the little boy asked
yet another question. "Is Kylo not your mate, gami?"
My blood ran cold. Liam's innocent question about Kylo being my mate was just too much. I couldn't help but be chilled with the realization of how much the children knew.
Of how much everyone knew.
Perhaps, I could ask Liam who told him such.
But before I could delve deeper, Liam looked away, picking up his toothbrush and starting to brush with a seriousness that wasn't there before.
Kids.
I took a deep breath and decided to leave it for now. "Be ready for breakfast soon, champ," I inford him and moved back to the bedroom, intending to talk to him properly later.
However, my phone buzzed. I hurried to the bedside table to pick it up. It was Kylo.
"Babe," his voice bood through the receiver. I sensed a hint of urgency in his tone. "I think we need to have a of plans concerning the adoption process of Liam. We need to head to the headquarters later this evening unlike how we've planned. Sothing's happened in the pack."
My stomach clenched at the sound of that. What flew to my mind imdiately was that not everything I sensed last night wasn't real.
"Sothing bad like vampires?" I asked with crossed fingers
"I can't say right now. Just — keep Liam close and watch the news. I'll explain what I know later when I co around."
The line went dead, leaving
with a feeling of unease and a million questions. I dropped the phone and hurried to the living room. I should go see the news.
Cullen's off-key warbling and an unfamiliar pop song blasting from the television were the first things that greeted . It wasn't unexpected. It was so like Cullen.
"Hey, nail artist," I teased, as I found Cullen sprawled on the couch, engrossed in painting his already shimring silver nails.
"Hey yourself, drama queen," he retorted, not missing a beat with the brush.
I rolled my eyes. "Why did you send Liam to get ?"
Cullen blinked, the paintbrush poised mid-stroke. "Did I? Maybe it was the faeries ssing with my head again," he mused sarcastically.
"Gosh, Cullen. A five-year-old's wiser than you at this point. Imagine disturbing soone's beauty sleep for no reason!" I hissed, picking up the remote from the coffee table.
Cullen ca snapping back. "And the pack's soldiers are better than you. At least, they claim to have evidence before accusing people. I never sent Liam to wake you up." He nonchalantly transferred the aggression to the gum in his mouth.
Arguing with Cullen was pointless. You'd be serious and he'd be ssing with you all along. Instead, I flicked through the TV channels until the news screen appeared.
"Hey!" Cullen protested, eyes darting between his drying masterpiece and the flickering screen. "I was enjoying that song!"
"News ti, C," I said firmly, ignoring his whine. "Kylo said and I quote; Sothing's happened in the pack."
Cullen sighed dramatically, calling
a "spoilsport," but sat up straight nonetheless. As the local news channel ca on, the headline already sent worry lines between my brows.
'Bones of a dead child found in the woods'.
"Another pack of bones?!" Cullen blurted. "Do we have like zombies among us now?"
The news made
so weak that my legs wobbled and I stumbled on the chair. "It's a child this ti, Cullen. What zombie is eating these people?"
"That's if there's anything like zombies. It's definitely sothing else." Cullen reasoned.
The broadcaster continued to read the news.
"Humans, werewolves, and the fey are no longer safe as attacks continue to pile up in different modes. We urge parents to keep their children close and people to walk in groups, especially children."
This was the second ti a similar case would pop up. We weren't used to finding bodies eaten down to their bones in the Ravenwood pack. It was either vampire cris, human cris, or werewolf cris.
You'd hardly find fey cris too.
However, a creature eating people in the pack? That was new.
"Walk in groups? Yeah, rry Christmas!" Cullen hissed. "I'd cut my nails before walking in groups."
Cullen couldn't be serious right now. I turned to him and sent a pillow thumping on his head. "Don't be stupid, man," I said.
"Why?"
"How about I don't want to see what your bones look like for starters?!"
"I'm so strong, Isleen. You wait and see."
Moron.
"gami?" Liam's voice ca from the direction of my room and I turned to the TV in shock.
Hastily, I put it off. I wouldn't want a child like Liam to see such graphics. He hadn't seen that and he was already harboring spites for the fey. Should he see this, he might as well say that they were all infected with a zombie virus.
Kids.
"Want to dance, Liam?" Cullen's voice gingerly let out and the boy ran to him with excitent.
"No, no. Let's play video gas!"
Now, Liam seed more like the twelve years old that he was. Not that sensible-looking boy asking
questions in the bathroom. Geez, I almost grew suspicious.
"Video gas, alright. But I warn you, 'imma whoop your ass!" Cullen's voice sent my thoughts to a marathon as he said to Liam.
I shook my head, wondering if there was any difference between Cullen and Liam's IQ at all. I disappeared into the kitchen to prepare breakfast but everything I touched seed to want to sll of one man.
Worse, I'd see him later this evening. Was my heart even ready for that at all?
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