Page 92 of A Foster Fling
His eyes burn and something crosses his features. “Sabnock!”
“What?”
“Bring this soul into my chambers. Now.”
“What in the bloody—”
His eyes fucking flame like fire.Living fire.What is going on? Sabnock shuts his trap and grabs my neck, tosses me against the wall but I don’t feel the impact. Instead, something else happens and I’m in another room. One that’s quieter than the last. The screams can’t be heard, but I still don’t feel comfortable with where I ended up.
“Is it true?”
My head snaps to the side and stare as a woman who looks to be in her late thirties stares right back at me. Her dark hair and features make me think of New York and its vast population of Jewish and Italian people. Is it just in the movies?
“Who the fuck are you?” I snap.
“Ari!” she calls out.
Another man comes into the room and his eyes scare me. They look just like Jaiden’s.
“He found her?”
“He found …them,”she says.
“What?”
“Ari, are you really that surprised? She’s a twin. They’retwins.”
I’m getting agitated with them talking around me like I’m a fucking specimen. “What the hell is going on? Stop speaking in circles!”
This Ari comes closer to me, his face half-burnt and his horns sweeping up like a damn ram.
"What in the Lord’s name is going on here?” I’m getting pissed. Everyone is talking about us, and we’re standingright fucking here.
“You’re Ephraim’s,” he states confidently.
Who the hell is that? I don’t belong to anyone!
“Don’t fret. We’ve finally found you.” The woman’s soft voice doesn’t help the unease I feel.
“Look, I don’t know what your problem is—”
Before I can finish, she drops a bomb. “You’re my grandchild. We’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
“Blasted hellfires!”
I am so overwhelmed by the infectious pain that still courses through my veins that my mind blacks out from the information that hits me at full force.
Epilogue
Melanie
Years later…
Days like this, I don’t know if life isworthliving anymore.
If getting thrown around in the foster system wasn’t enough, the shattered dreams of reaching eighteen and finally making it on my own destroyed my hopes. Life has been a constant bitch with no mercy in sight. If it wasn’t for the small group of friends I made along the way, I would have ended up on the streets. Sharing a house isn’t ideal with that many women, but I had no other choice.
“Good morning, Melanie! My shift is just about done, but can you grab this customer for me real quick?”