“Thanks for answering my question,” he told Dilen, who nodded.
“I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning,” Dilen said.
Fox nodded, not paying attention. His mind was on Vale’s mate, not liking the sick feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach. He balled his fingers in a fist wanting to punch the shit out of someone for having more courage than he did and going after what they wanted.
“Whoever you are, I hate you for taking away the man I deemed mine. Be glad you’re dead.”
Later that night,after putting Genesis back to sleep after her late-night feeding, Fox couldn’t go back to sleep or what could pass for sleep. He’d been tossing and turning all night. Between thoughts of Vale’s lover and the need to find out more information on the previous Crevan Hannigan, his mind was a mess.
Throwing the covers back, he got out of bed. Grabbing his cellphone, he shrugged on his robe and left his bedroom. There wasn’t anything he could do about the dead lover, but he could search through Crevan’s room. Walking through the house, he was thankful the everyone was asleep—no one would bother him as he made his way up the stairs.
Bypassing the sitting room and the first couple of bedrooms, Fox followed his intuition and opened the last door on the left. He entered the room, turning on the lights. He scanned the modestly decorated suite as he quietly closed the door. The suite wasn’t as large as the guest room, but it looked inviting. Fox walked over and sat on the bed, taking in more of the room, trying to see if he could feel Crevan Hannigan answer his burning questions. As close as the Hannigans were, he couldn’t help but think Crevan had secrets.
Who are you, Crevan Hannigan? Tell me the things you couldn’t tell your family.
Looking around, one half of the room was filled with books from floor to ceiling. From what he could see, they were all educational titles Fox would never read in this or any lifetime. Turning away from the bookshelf, he turned and hissed, bumping his knees into the nightstand next to the bed.
“Fuck!” He rubbed his knees, opening the top drawer seeing more books.Damn, were you that much of a reader?He was about to close the drawer when he saw a piece of paper sticking out one of the books. He pulled the book out, opened it, and ignored the letter that fell out since he found what he was looking for.
Fox chuckled. “You are a fucking genius, Crevan Hannigan, putting a fake cover on your journal.”
Closing the drawer, he stood, tucking the journal in his robe pocket, and was about to leave when he noticed the heading on the paper that fell on the floor.
Valleywood University of Law.
Bending down, Fox picked up the letter and started reading it. Elation filled him when he realized it was an acceptance letter to law school.
He wanted to go to law school. What a fucking coincidence! It looks like I get to go to law school again, which might be easier this time.
Fox did a silent happy dance around the room, thanking whatever cosmic good luck fell into his lap. He fell on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking he and Crevan Hannigan might not be so different after all.
He sat up quickly when a thought came to him.If he planned on going to law school, why did he get pregnant?Fox looked at the letter noting Crevan had gotten the acceptance letter two years ago.Why did he change his mind?He would have been in his second year of school if he went full time.
Pulling the journal out of his pocket, Fox hoped to get some answers and started reading going back to two years ago.
I got accepted into Valleywood law. I’m finally going to do it. The folks might not want me to leave, but it’s time for me to go. I can’t keep living in fear of my heart. I just need to convince them I will be fine on my own and won’t endanger myself anymore. My students will be disappointed, but tutoring is not fulfilling; I want to challenge myself and put my talents to better use. As much as I love this town, I need room to breathe. I know my parents might understand, but Zev might not. His overprotectiveness is going overboard and continues to drive a wedge between Corbin and me.
Fox looked up from the journal, thinking about his interaction with Corbin. Other than when he woke up in the hospital, they’d hardly said a word to each other.
What the hell happened between them? Shit, another thing to figure out.
Putting the whole Corbin thing to the back of his mind to deal with later, Fox sighed, leaning back against the headboard, and continued reading, concluding Crevan Hannigan did have a bit of a wild streak. He was determined to prove to his family he wasn’t going to let his heart condition hold him back.
Fox chuckled, shaking his head, reading about the kidnapping incident. “Gotta admit, kid. Getting kidnapped was going a bit too far, but I like your spunk.”
The smile on his face slowly disappeared after he started reading a few more lines dated weeks after he’d gotten the acceptance letter.
Two years. That’s how long I have left to live. The doctors can’t do any more for me. The hole in my heart keeps getting bigger. I live in a town filled with magic and supernaturals who could turn from man to beast even on their deathbeds. However, I am the exception. I’m one of those rare humans magic can’t fix. Fuck, life is so unfair. I’m going to die with my dreams unfulfilled and, worse, a virgin.
“Damn,” Fox said, putting the journal down. “He knew he was going to die. Shit, no wonder he gave me his body willingly.”
Chapter Seven
Alistaire dodged around the civilians, trying not to knock them down as he ran after the teenager who’d stolen Mrs. Samuels’ purse.
The kid was running so fast he didn’t seem to care about who he knocked down. Alistaire knew it was going to be one of those days when he woke up with a headache after dreaming about a particular person who refused to be banished from his thoughts.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Crevan Hannigan since visiting the man’s home. There was something about the other man that intrigued and angered him at the same time.
