The Rebel Guardian – Outlaw – A Thieves – Read Online Lexi Blake

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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
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“I should have known.” He reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. “I should have known you would come back and find flaws with every single thing I’ve done. I should have known this would go the way everything seems to fucking go lately.”

Something was wrong. This wasn’t Trent. Trent was the guy who calmed me down.

Of course, that had been Trent before I left him.

He stopped and closed his eyes as though trying to reset himself. When he opened them, he was calmer than before, but the disappointment was right there. “I’ll call Eddie.”

“We can stay for a while.”

He was reaching for his cell. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I think we should get to the point of your visit.”

Guilt twisted through me. “It’s not a visit, Trent. I’m home. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I’m not adjusting as quickly as I should and that I’m being a bitch. I was with you four days ago and you would have rolled your eyes at me and handed me a beer and told me to deal with it.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been longer for me, and having my mate tell me what a shitty father I’ve been hurts.”

“That’s not what I said.” I moved toward him.

He shook his head. “It’s what I heard. My ears changed. I could have handled that criticism twelve years ago, Kelsey, and hopefully I’ll be able to handle it again someday when we’re on stable ground, but for now it hurts.”

I hadn’t meant to hurt him. Not at all. I’d missed him. Even the short time we’d been apart from my perspective had been far too much. “I’m sorry. I’m pushing you when I should give you space. I love you. I love you so much and I hate that I made you feel like you’ve done a bad job. Babe, I’ve been here five minutes and I shouldn’t have an opinion. If you were Gray, I would have treated you with kid gloves. I’m not used to this. Please forgive me.”

He sighed and moved into my space, his arms going around me and pulling me close to him. “Forgive me. I’m being touchy because I saw Gray yesterday. Being near him…it’s unsettling when he’s been in Lucifer’s presence. It’s getting worse, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Because he was an angel.” I hugged Trent close. “Lucifer was an angel. Being in his presence must rub off on Gray and affect those around him. What happened to your talisman?”

He stepped back, his shoulders dropping in an expression I recognized as frustration from him. “Damn it. I didn’t think of that. I lost that talisman years ago when we were off plane. I haven’t thought about it in a long time. I’ve got the demonic one, but I’ll be honest, I don’t wear it unless I’m out in the field.”

We’d dealt with angels years before. When they were unbalanced, they could infect those around them with their instability. I couldn’t think of anyone more unbalanced than Lucifer Morningstar. Despite the fact that he ruled over the Hell plane, he was still angelic in nature. But we’d found ways to deal with it. The main one being a tattoo to counter the influence.

Unfortunately—unlike me—my man actually changed his whole form. I was a weird hybrid wolf and the only actual change I could make was my arm. And even that didn’t turn to a wolf claw. Instead I got a handy demon arm due to having some royal demonic blood in my system the first time it changed. I found it helpful and way tougher than a wolf claw. Let’s face some facts. Wolf claws are more useful when the person who has one is running around on four legs. The demon arm is way easier to use on two feet.

But I digress. The point is, any tat on Trent would disappear once he changed. He could sit on that chair for hours and the next full moon his skin would be pure as a baby’s butt.

“We need to get you another one before you meet with Gray again.” I let my hand slip under his shirt, connecting us skin to skin.

I felt him relax.

I had to remember to treat him like a wolf who’d been separated from his pack for a long time. Sometimes they could be touchy, unsure of their place no matter how many words were said. Especially if they had fucking Lucifer influencing them.

“I really am sorry, babe.” I needed him to understand that I wasn’t going to make more problems for him. “The kids are alive and they’re good. I can’t ask for more. You’re alive. Gray’s alive. I’m so sorry I left you.”

The grief of those lost years rose again, wild and overwhelming.

He turned and he was the one holding me. “Don’t fight it. Let it out, baby. If you do, maybe I can, too. I’m not…”


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