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Her head dropped, and her shoulders shook as she cried, and that’s when it hit me.
Fallon loved me even then. She didn’t want to leave, so why would I think she’d want to go through that without me?
Her hands fisted at her sides, and she stood there, shaking with silent tears but too strong to crumble completely.
“The Valknut,” she gasped, looking up at me with desperate eyes. “Rebirth, pregnancy, and reincarnation. It was always with me, Madoc.”
She closed her eyes, the quiet streams of tears cascading down her beautiful face.
The weight of what she went through alone slapped me in the face, and I remembered the signature on the bill I now had tucked in my pocket.
“Our parents,” I realized.
She was silent for a few moments, and then sniffled. “Your dad knew nothing.”
We stood there, so close yet so far away, and I was done. Done with everyone pulling our strings. Done with wondering and waiting.
Slipping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her like a steel band nothing would ever break through.
I didn’t know what to think right now.
Should I have been a sixteen-year-old father? Absolutely not.
But I wasn’t happy about the abortion, either.
Putting Fallon through that? I wanted to kill people.
Taking me out of the equation completely and leaving me ignorant? Someone was going to pay.
I was done following. Time to lead.
I put Fallon to bed and headed for my father’s safe. He kept three things in there—jewelry, cash, and a gun.
CHAPTER 28
FALLON
“Well, of course!”
My eyes popped open, hearing the snide voice, and I shot up in bed.
My mother stood at the open door of Madoc’s room with one hand on her hip, and the other arm bent at her side, displaying glittering diamonds on her fingers.
I was still dressed in my nightgown, and I blinked away the sleep, trying to take in her appearance.
I swallowed down an exhausted grin at her ridiculous outfit. She wore fitted black pants, a sleeveless black-and-white animal print blouse—I hated animal print—and a black fedora.
Really? A fedora?
Every time I saw her, she was trying to look younger and younger. Or more like an Italian heiress. I wasn’t sure.
“What are you doing here?” I was shocked at the gruffness in my tone. The episode last night with Madoc had worn me out, but I felt strong and alert—from the neck up, at least.
She smiled, her impeccable skin glowing in the morning sun that poured through the windows. “I live here, Fallon. You don’t. Remember?”
Looking to the other side of the bed, I noticed Madoc wasn’t there.
Where was he?
I narrowed my eyes on my mother as she walked to the foot of the bed. “Get out,” I ordered.
She grabbed Madoc’s T-shirt and started folding it. “Sleeping your way to the top, I see. I’m not surprised to find you back in his bed. Again.”
I threw off the covers and reached for my glasses on the nightstand but then stopped.
No. I didn’t need them to talk to her.
Dropping my hand, I stepped out of bed and lifted my chin. “If you don’t get out, I’ll remove you myself.”
It wasn’t a threat. I was looking for a reason to hit her.
“Jason’s expecting me.” She hooded her eyes, trying to look bored. “He’s on his way. Did you know that? The sordidness of you and Madoc together is the one thing my husband and I can agree on.”
I winced at the word “husband.” It was funny. I never thought of them as married. Maybe because they never looked like it.
She stepped up to me, rubbing her cold hands up and down my bare arms. “Jason has ways of influencing his son. You’d better warm up to that fact as soon as possible, Fallon. For your own sake. Madoc isn’t in this for the long haul.”
“Leave,” a deep voice startled us both.
My back straightened, and my eyes shot to the doorway where Madoc stood, glaring at my mother.
She’d turned as well at the sound of his deep command, and all of a sudden my arms and legs rushed with power. I felt stronger with him here.
Not that I relied on Madoc to fight my battles. It just felt good to not be alone.
“I am,” she assured, and I heard the smile in her voice. “Your father will be here soon, so get dressed. Both of you.”
Penelope Douglas's Books
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