Nomad's Baby

No In Between

author's note-- this is the sequel to Nomad's Bride. If you read it in its entirety this book takes place before the epilogue of that story. It's to not give away spoilers for people that might not read it in order.

If you would like to read Nomad's Bride featuring Lyndie and Noa and the origin of the series the link is in my bio. You can also check out the excerpt of Nomad's Bride on my page.

As always enjoy, and thanks for reading.

~Rachel

At some point, he would get used to all this right?

Nevada.

This bizarre small town.

It had been almost a year and he still couldn't pull up on his bike without getting stares.

Granted, he was good looking, but these people didn't know how to give it a rest.

With a frown, Ignacio 'Whisper' Dragavei shut off his bike engine.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught Scott Langley watching him across the street. He was with two other boys that were also built like string. Whisper made eye contact and the teenager raised a thin arm to say 'hi'.

Did fearless leader Noa wave at kids when he came into town?

He'd have to ask him.

But in the meantime, since he was not Noa a.k.a. Skorpio, he proceeded to lower the kickstand with his foot before dismounting his prized possession, which gleamed indigo in the high desert sun. Whisper's mouth stayed flat under his beard.

And he didn't wave.

He entered Carl Baker's pizza shop on a food run that should have been anyone else's job.

Chaos usually did this shit.

Apparently the old man knew it too because his eyebrows raised from behind the counter.

"Afternoon," he offered with a nod. "You here for the pick-up?"

"Yes." Whisper tried to shake out of his mood. The shop owner was one of the few people around that acted normal.

"That's a - cool tattoo." Whisper saw the young girl in the doorway behind the counter who'd spoken. She was visible now that Carl had moved to get the stack of pizza boxes.

She had a brown face and a bunch of curly hair tied up with a ribbon and couldn't have been more than seven.

"Thanks," he answered.

Her dark eyes squinted as she stepped forward. "Is it a dragon?"

Carl lowered the pizza's on the counter in front of him. "My granddaughter."

"It's a serpent." Whisper answered in reference to the artwork that coiled around his arm.

"That'll be 37.08."

Whisper gave the man a 50. The young girl didn't take her eyes off it, resting her small elbows on the counter.

"Keep it." Whisper said as Carl moved to change the bill.

"Um, thanks," the older man answered.

"That's the same as a snake?" she asked, meeting his eyes.

Whisper had to smirk before picking up the pizzas.