Dallas stares at him with his lips pressed together. This jab is even more obvious and, it seems, also wraps up Dallas’s situation with Axel rather smoothly.
"This is—" he starts but I have had enough.
With a well-aimed kick I hit Dallas’s ankle in a way that causes the most pain, and he hisses, bending to the side.
"What the fuck, Gabs!"
"Boys!" Dad shakes his head in displeasure, looking at Blue apologetically. "Please forgive us, they are usually better behaved at the table. I have no idea what’s gotten into them tonight, it’s not the Nolan way, I assure you!"
Dad smiles with embarrassment, and Father comes to the rescue, clearing his throat and addressing his oldest son, even though Blue seems unbothered.
"Denver, have you heard that Skye found his True Mate? His fated mate is a beta. Who would’ve thought!"
"Yes," Denver mutters so quietly, I barely hear it.
"They both studied at the same college where Gus works, right?…"
Gus admits he actually had some classes with Skye’s fated mate and praises how good of a student he was.
I breathe out in relief as he finally shifts the topic to family gossip about our cousins, some of whom have found their True Mates, which livens things up and relaxes the discussion a bit.
Dallas throws me glares from time to time, to which I respond with a heavy, warning stare, but he gives up on trying to stir things up with Blue, focusing on his plate.
When we leave dinner an hour later, I decide it was relatively successful after all.
The minor sparring between Blue and Dallas wasn’t consequential. Blue’s mood doesn’t seem to be affected.
My half-brother is known for his sour disposition and his deeply skeptical attitude toward many of the issues Blue deals with.
But violence always wins, so using it, I successfully persuaded him to shut his mouthhole, and all ended well. Yeah.
As we approach the limousine, my phone suddenly beeps.
I glance at it and see a strange text.
SNOW:
"Don’t fly to Japan tomorrow. You will die."
That’s it. My cousin Snow is low-key famous in our family for his prophetic talents. The message is typical of him, extremely concise. But it also sounds quite eerie.
"What are you talking about? Blue has a business visit."
"Don’t fly tomorrow. Reschedule. You will both die."
Wow, pretty direct. My hands start trembling. I am not one to take such a warning lightly, considering my own talent is somewhat similar, although it doesn't cover extended periods of time.
I lift my eyes to Blue, who is just getting into the limousine. I jump in after him and say,
"Look at this. It’s from my cousin, Snow Nolan, Storm’s brother. I told you before about his prophetic abilities."
I hand him the phone.
Blue’s eyes widen slightly.
There’s a moment of deep silence.
"Do you trust him? His abilities?"
