Soleil
Seven Years Later
I kickedmy foot against the floor to rock the porch swing as I watched Griffin and Finneas playing with a bat on the lawn.
A child had come months after Griffin had brought me to our home. I had never given much thought to cubs and had struggled with the thought of sharing Griffin . . . but fondness for Finn had been immediate. It was Griffin who liked to toss out comments about me neglecting him—that liar.
Birth control was another thing I’d had to learn about. A smile played on my lips. I wasn’t a fan of those rubbery things he showed me, so I’d chosen to take the pills. Another little one wasn’t on my list of desires.
Cubs werea lot.
“Spread your legs out a little more,” Griffin ordered, mimicking what he wanted Finn to do, but he went too wide, and his little frown was a replica of his father. “A little closer.” Griffin strode over to Finn and crouched, motioning where he should place his feet.
As I watched them, my heart pulsed with happiness.
Family . . . such a human thing, but I would kill to protect it. Just as I had killed for Griffin. He was my everything, and I was his. It hadn’t changed, even as we grew older.
Griffin changed my life by bringing me into his metal, human world. All for the better.
Most importantly, he opened my eyes to reality television. And chips. I couldn’t forget the greasy, crunchy chips. My mouth watered just thinking about them.
“Sol,” Mate called, ripping me out of salivating over food. He stared at me with his lips turned down at the corners. “Come play with us, kitten.”
The same thrill ran down my spine, and I hopped up, going to him. I was his kitten, and I always would be.
