His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 35

Ezra and Orton popped back in just in time. They looked around the cabin, noticing the tense atmosphere, which wasn't hard to miss considering Zyron's rumbling fury.

"Zane," I linked Ezra. My brain waking up from the sheer rush of adrenaline.

"We don't need to tip our hands to him right now, Zyron," Sam said into the collective mind link. But Zyron's glowing eyes were focused on the door like a wolf on a hunt. I could almost feel his murderous urge.

"Damn it, he might smell Jun if he comes inside," Wren grumbled, looking around wildly. For what, I didn't know. It seemed everyone went into shock.

My brain snapped into focus.

"Ezra, why don't you get that monopoly from the guest bedroom," I spoke through the collective mind link while I rushed to the kitchen.

My proposition propelled everyone into motion as they picked up on my idea. In a minute, the coffee table was levitated aside and a haphazard game of monopoly was set up on the carpet. Orton scooped the journal, the letters and the laptop and teleported out and back in a flash.

Wren had to physically push Zyron down to sit on the carpet. The others followed suit. My mother had made some chili the day before, and there was a leftover bowl in the fridge. Perfect. I stuck it in the microwave and hopped on my toes. Come on, come on, come on. Damn it. Why was one minute so damn long?

"What are you doing?" Ezra asked me, halfway to the door.

"Just a moment," I said, taking the chili bowl out and pouring a heaping dose of pepper on top of it. I sneezed twice. Understanding flashed across Ezra's face. He smiled an evil little smile that made my heart flutter. Not now!

"I could kiss you right now," he rumbled, closing the distance to the door.

"Later."

"Look alive, people," Mom said through the link, and Sam let out an exaggerated loud laugh just as Ezra turned the knob. Which drew genuine smiles on everyone's faces. Zyron took a deep breath through his nose in order to calm down. Then he sneezed and rubbed his nose, eying the bowl of chili in my hand with an impressed look. It seemed to drain the violence out of him.

The door opened, revealing Zane. He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, looking casual in the same white shirt and black pants he'd been wearing only hours ago while speaking with Frederick.

The door knob groaned under Ezra's grip. Seeing Zane's face brought all the rage up to the surface.

Zane's smile made spiders crawl down my spine. He'd always been the cheerful, mischievous uncle. His smile was always warm and encouraging. Yet now... Now that I knew the truth, everything about him made me want to doze my skin in acid to get rid of the slimy effect of his look.

How could a familiar face grow so foreign in a matter of hours?

"Having fun?" he asked, looking past us to the game on the floor with raised brows.

"Definitely," I said, heading over to join Ezra. "Would you like some Chili?"

I stuck the bowl of overly peppered chili right under his nose. Zane sneezed three times in a row, covering his nose and taking a step back. Even Ezra sneezed.

Ezra forced a chuckle, covering his nose and mouth. "Sorry, uncle Zane. She loves spicy food."

Zane, still covering his nose, his eyes watering, took another step back. "No worries."