Blood Trinity (Belador #1)(120)

But he’d have the memory for as many decades as he remained a Nightstalker, which could be a very long time. Her heart pinched at the waves of happiness she felt coming off him.

After she made sure he was safe back near the hospital, she’d have two hours to spend with Feenix. She’d take her little darling on a bike ride out where he could squeal in delight as much as he wanted and no one would hear.

Grady’s fault. He’d got her thinking about making good memories.

Then, she’d have to get past Go with the Tribunal, but Brina had said she’d be there.

The room below quieted when the piano music stopped and Grady leaned forward, anxious to look over the edge of the balcony where his granddaughter had planned an intimate affair.

He started to fade. He stared at his hands, then turned panicked eyes to her.

The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Grady or risk his half-life in any way. Evalle opened her mouth to speak, but the wedding march struck up.

It was the look of anguish on Grady’s face that ended all debate. She couldn’t live with that as the last memory of him if there was a chance that she would get sent away tomorrow by the Tribunal.

Hoping this would not harm him, she reached over and grasped his hand.

Relief and gratitude poured from his body. He squeezed her fingers and leaned over to whisper, “I prayed for a miracle and God sent me you. I’ll talk to him about the Tribunal.”

Emotion she had never felt clogged her throat. Lifting her chin, she smiled at the old ghoul, who grinned back.

She’d fought the Kujoo, an Alterant and demons this week. She’d protected her tribe and upheld her oaths.

If the Tribunal wanted to lock her away, they’d have a fight on their hands. Bring it on.