Singed (The White Rose Vampire Series) book 2

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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We left Lanie with Bastian an hour after his sleep began. My heart was ravaged as we moved toward the room where Quade was healing from becoming feral. Jonathon stopped at the door and knocked. A moment later, Berkeley opened the door, her eyes dark.

"Is he...better?" Jonathon asked, raising his brows.

"He is but he's been panicked even so," she said, frowning.

"Why is he panicked?" I asked as she moved from the door so we could enter.

"I think you should speak to him," She said, her bottom lip trembling, "He's been asking for Dimitri."

Jonathon winced as he stepped into the room. Quade narrowed his eyes on Jonathon, "Hello, golden boy," he said, his Irish accent thick.

"Well, unfortunately, you'll have to deal with this golden boy," Jonathon smirked, "Dimitri is unavailable."

"I know," Quade said smirking as his blue eyes sparkled, "This sweet lass told me."

"Good. We won't have to explain it again," Jonathon said, relieved as he wrapped his arm around my waist, "This is Izzie Sutton...My girlfriend."

Quade smirked, "Are there any other mated vamps I should know about?"

"Bastian has a girlfriend named Lanie," Jonathon said, raising his brow as Quade glanced at Berkeley.

"I was curious," he said, glancing at Berkeley giving her a smile that made her blush.

"I'm curious too," I said, causing him to reluctantly turn toward me, "How were you hurt?"

"The fucking church," he spat out, "They ambushed me as I was approaching the mansion with bows and arrows. By the time, I reached the gates, I had already bled out too much. I'm lucky Berkeley was able to knock me out. I am sorry to whoever I frightened."

I shrugged, "I'm sorry I almost threw a fireball at you. You can thank Berkeley for that."

"You got a fire witch," Quade said, chuckling, "I wouldn't piss her off, Johnny."

"Johnny?" I asked, turning toward Jonathon with my brows raised.

"I hate that name," Jonathon said, narrowing his eyes.

"But your own mum called you that," Quade said, wiggling his brows, "I simply don't want you to forget her. She was a good woman."

Jonathon smiled, his eyes sparking with affection, "She was," he breathed, "Thank you."

"No problem," Quade said, grinning as he ran his hand through his ebony hair. His eyes narrowed, "I guess I should tell you the church member aiming the arrows was Margaret Harris."

"That's not surprising," Jonathon said, shaking his head.

"Especially after what Berkeley has told me," he said, glancing at her before forcing his eyes toward us again, "I have also been filled in on who she really is. That explains something...She looked different...Almost familiar."