Fated Connection (Book 1)

Chapter 22

Nevada

Michael is a warlock and knows the truth about Nova and I?! Why do I even get surprised by these things anymore?

I looked over at Nova to gauge his reaction to this newest revelation and saw that he wore a bored expression as he plucked a piece of bacon from the plate in front of us. It was obvious that he knew but then again, why wouldn't he know that? He was close to Michael, at least in some way, and Nova was also gifted with the ability to determine who and what someone was just by their energy. I had felt magick around him and the house but it hadn't occurred to me that he would be a warlock.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Michael said reassuringly. "Besides I wouldn't let anything happen to Nova and, as his little sister, not to you either."

"Oh, uh, thanks? I think?" I responded unsure. 

Nova gave Michael a tight smile but he didn't hold Michael's gaze for longer than a few seconds. Michael's eyes flashed briefly with an unreadable emotion just as the sound of a phone vibrating on the counter drew all of our attention. Nova's phone was on the surface of the island in front of him, the screen lit up and a steady buzz emanated from it. He didn't move to touch it, merely scowling at it as it continued to vibrate.

"You can't avoid that forever, you know," Michael said once it had finally stopped. "You'll have to face the music sooner or later."

"Not today I don't," Nova muttered as he took another sip of his coffee. 

"Who was that?" I asked, feeling as if I already knew the answer.

"It doesn't matter," Nova replied as he stood from his stool and put his coffee cup in the sink. 

By his pained expression, I assumed it was most likely Hatter that had been trying to call him. Deciding not to press the matter for now, I looked over at Michael who was watching Nova return to his seat. With a shake of his head, Michael turned back around and began mixing pancake batter in a bowl, his shoulders slightly more slumped than before.

As Nova continued to send dirty looks at his phone, my mind began to wonder back to the house we had just left. Guilt and relief battled within me as the chaotic events of the day before played out in my mind. It was hard to wrap my mind around seeing my birth parents for the same time, especially since it had been nothing like I had imagined over the years.

Alana had been a surprise. She wasn't like I had expected her to be. I had always imagined her as a woman with an attitude, a quick temper, and a hard exterior. Instead she was soft and kind, sympathetic and understanding, and it was hard to look at her and be angry. How do you hold on to anger towards someone when that person when you can see the regret and pain in their eyes while they basically tell you it's okay to hate them?

I didn't hate her or Dominic, not really, but the pain of knowing that they not only let me go but also sent me away by choice was beyond words. How can anyone claim to love someone and then throw them away like they were nothing? I couldn't wrap my mind around it or the fact that Dominic had done it twice! He had sent away both of his children without a second thought and hadn't looked back. How were Nova and I supposed to just forget about that? Was it even possible to move on and go forward?

Then there was August; the vampire-fae hybrid that was best friends with the man who had helped create me but also the one I couldn't seem to forget about. His absence during those days had left me so drained, and I didn't understand how that was even possible but I knew it was because of him. The fevered dreams, the ache in my chest, the craving for his presence, to feel his energy caress mine even from across the house; it was as if I were an addict without my fix and it had nearly driven me crazy.