So we tried to give her as much privacy as we could afford to and we didn’t pry.
The more she did this crazy shit though the harder it got for me to keep allowing her her privacy. She got crazy ideas in her head and did things that put herself in jeopardy.
The alpha male in me who was born to protect one female witch for my whole life raged inside me at her reckless behavior. She wasn’t just my one goddamn witch but my brothers as well. And we had no problem sharing her with all of her husbands and the many people who she gave a piece of herself to.
Being selfish wasn’t in our nature, we had been raised to never act in such a way when it came to each other. And we’ve kept it that way our whole lives.
We weren’t just simply two brothers, we were so much more than that.
He was my best friend and the other missing link to my soul.
And Ariel Kimber completeted us. Finally.
We watched in silence as first she climbed out of the car and then Brighton followed right behind. That kid might have been Quinton and Tyson’s brother nephew but he acted like Ariel was his real sister. And she ate that shit up.
He wasn’t a bad kid. Just willful, and too much like his older brother for my liking.
One Quinton Alexander was more than enough, thank you very much.
2
Just A Tool They Used
Ariel
In the past few months Isobel and I had become… friends of a sort. It was an uneasy truce at the best of times and something that often made me uncomfortable. But I was working my way past all of that, slowly. I had to. For myself. For my dad. For that baby growing inside of her belly. And, lastly, for Isobel herself.
Brighton had become like a bright light of joy in my life and a permanent fixture to my side. I almost expected some jealousy from his brothers but they both acted like it was completely normal behavior for him to latch onto me and to spend so much time with me.
What the hell did I know about normal? I didn’t argue with them. Mostly because I loved the kid and I loved spending time with him.
My family was everything I could ever hope for it to be and then so much more.
For the first time in my life, I might have had things in my world that sucked from time to time, but it was mostly smoothsailing. That didn’t mean we didn’t have our hardships, because we certainly did. We just somehow managed to miraculously work them out between all of us.
The only blight on my life had been what had gone down with Isobel. And that had actually worked out well for all parties in the end. Better than any of us could have hoped for.
My dad was certainly happier than I had ever seen him before.
I’d like to say that’s all I cared about here but it would make me a damn liar.
Isobel and I would never be best friends but we were so much more now. We were family and to the both of us that meant everything.
It was funny what two people who’d gone through the types of things we had could bond over.
For me, it was all about Rain, and it always would be. My dad was arguably the most important person in my life. I always knew Isobel was psychotically obsessed with the man, but even I had misjudged just how deep that particular well ran.
They weren’t just in love with each other. They werebothpsychotically obsessed with the other one and the rest of their coven.
For me, though, that was the only kind of love there was and I was ecstatic that my dad had finally found it for himself.
He might have had it with my mother, but I didn’t remember it. I’d been too young and no matter how hard I tried to remember her the memory always escaped me.
I feared I would never get the memories back and I’d forever have to be good with that.
I wasn’t sure who it hurt more, myself or Rain. Not that Rain would ever say anything about it.
It was the only blight on my life, was my mother. Given that she was dead and I didn’t remember her I would have sworn itcouldn’t get any worse. I was wrong because the not knowing killed me just a little bit. And, because I didn’t want anyone else to know, I didn’t bring it up to anyone.
