Finding Georgiana - Burrow Brothers Series 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dolf

She was taller now, and more shapely. She wasn’t a kid anymore. There was a quietness about her though, even as she joked and laughed about. A carefulness that had Dolf’s hackles rising in awareness. He saw Matt and Am eye her the same way.

Not like before. Sure she was the little female of the family, that they naturally were protective of her by their own unconscious instinctual nature as both Pride and blood relatives.

The slight wariness in her eyes she tried to hide. The… layers in them. Closed off. It was only early since their reunion. They wouldn’t bring it up yet. Outside, he could tell she was tired. Physically, and he guessed emotionally as well.

Bed. He decided, sounding more like a father than a brother.

Their sweet innocent little sister, wasn’t there anymore. Something had happened. Something was wrong, and they knew it wouldn’t be easy to find out.

He breathed in a little slyly and was grateful she wasn’t facing him to see him stiffen.

Beneath the fragrance that was simply their little sister, was fear. Something that had frightened her.

Dolf watched her now. Closer, as he leaned to look casual, against the doorframe. She was still smiling as one of their brothers hugged her again and spun her around, her eyes closing for a moment as she laughed in a sound of quiet delight. Yet there was still something in that smile, in the corner of her gaze, that kept sending bells ringing in his ears.

Somehow, in these one and a half years, Georgie had hidden, disappeared. Leaving behind a bit of a stranger.

Their parents doing.

He wondered about this wonderful creature before him now, cocking his head a little way as he continued to watch her closely to the very beating of her excited heart. What had happened in these 18months that had changed her so drastically? That had caused that look of hidden haunt in her eyes, the coldness, the distance she was trying hard to hide from them all right now. What had really happened that night their absent parents had taken her away from them and left her all alone for the first time in her life.

Where had his sister gone underneath that skin, and how did he get her back.

“Dolf if you don’t stop staring at me I'm going to boot you right in the butt. That way you’ll have something else to analyse like the size of the bruise!” Dolf blinked until his attention returned from his thoughts back to the cheeky looking face of Georgiana right in front of him, hands on her hips and all. He focused on her eyes though, and felt nothing but relief.

Ah, so she was there. And he had seen it before as well since she got her. Though he wondered if her jesters were just another layer she hide under.

Instead, Dolf raised an eyebrow at her, playing innocent and pushed off the door, swinging one of her bags onto his back. “Georgie, Georgie, Georgie” he teasingly scolded, “you may have grown, but do you really think you could reach that far up?”

She glared, her family golden eyes flashing at his familiar jester. She didn’t speak then, just watched him, and Dolf began to shift his weight a little. What was she thinking? He wondered. But then Georgiana through him a toothy grin, a look from his childhood he never forgot and felt the hair at his nape rise in warning.

She just turned and ran around the corner though. Where Am and Matt had gone, probably to the kitchen he figured. Dolf couldn’t help by sigh in relief at the vixen’s disappearance.

It was a shame she didn’t have the dominant genes, Dolf solemnly thought suddenly. How he’d never be able to chase her around like their brothers—