“The pain isn’t as bad right
now.”
“ She wants to do it on her own," Jasmine told Silas.
“ Figures. I’ve sent Jarcee to wait in the
hallway when the two of you leave. If you need him, he’s available
to assist. Focus on getting Rose back to her wing, Jarcee will shut
down the office."
“ Okay." She moved back as Rose slowly
pushed up from the sofa to a seated position and then stood.
“ Jasmine?"
“ Yeah?" She walked ahead to open the
door for Rose to shuffle through. Her daughter-in-law weaved
sluggishly as if she were drunk. It would have been funny if there
wasn’t a grimace of pain on the younger woman’s face.
“ I haven’t forgotten you shut me down
while talking to Merriweather. Do I need to kill him?"
“What? ” Shock from his calmly thought
words promoted her to speak aloud.
“ What did he say to make you shut me out
and then reopen our link moments later?"
Rose walked unsteadily out of the office and
turned toward the east wing of the mansion where she lived with her
mate and brother. Jasmine walked alongside her.
“ Jasmine?" Silas snapped, his
irritation flowing through their link.
“ Wait a minute, I’m walking Rose to her
wing. We’ll finish the conversation when I’m done. But I will tell
you, Merriweather is unstable and you should do a deep
investigation regarding him, somehow he’s involved with what
happened three weeks ago."
Without seeing him, she knew her mate went
absolutely still. “ Why do you say that?"
“ Just a feeling that he’s involved. He
quoted a poem from Robert Louis Stevenson. It was all about armies
and death."
“ You were familiar with the
poem?"
She exhaled at the skepticism in his voice,
refusing to take offense. Yes. I knew the poem actually. I like
Stevenson and know his work. Can we talk about this later? I’m
about to get Rose settled."
“ Once she is settled I want to know
exactly what Merriweather said. I told Jennings to close the case
on Merriweather’s relative, but we might need to re-evaluate that
if your hunch is right, and it probably is."
Blond haired and green
eyed, Jarcee stood almost seven feet. He
bent and knocked at the entry door of Rose and Tyrone’s
living space. Afterward, he stepped back so he could be seen if
anyone was inside. A moment later Tyrese opened the door and looked
up at Jarcee, who pointed at Jasmine and Rose. Immediately, Tyrese
strode down the hall, picked Rose up and carried her inside.
“Ow, not so fast, Rese,” Rose complained as
he set her on her feet inside the living room.
Jasmine nodded her thanks to Jarcee before
closing the door. He would wait and escort her to the nursery after
she made sure her older children were okay.
“Rone is in bed,” Tyrese said, glancing at
Jasmine before placing his hand beneath Rose’s elbow for
support.
“How’s he doing?” Jasmine asked, following
the two into the back room.
“He’ll be fine,” Tyrese mumbled without
looking at her.
“No doubt. But that’s not what I asked,
Rese,” Jasmine said in a stern voice.
“He’s in pain…a lot of pain, but it’s
waning…a little. Maybe with his mate nearby it will get better
faster,” Tyrese said, stopping at the foot of the bed where Tyrone
lay on his stomach. The smell of sweaty, unwashed body and vomit
stained the air in the dark room. Jasmine was tempted to open the
window to let the fresh breeze clear out the odor, but watching
Rose slowly climb into bed, fully dressed, and lie next to Tyrone
made her ask first.
“Does light bother you?”
“Yes,” Tyrone croaked as he touched Rose’s
fingers and then intertwined them.
Now was not the time to repeat her
reservations over what they had done although she yearned to go off
on her son. She never agreed that this was a good idea no matter
how many times both sets of twins had tried to explain. Lilly,
Rose’s twin, and Rose had understood immediately ‘why’ Tyrone and
Tyrese needed to take the shot. The fact that Rose was uneasy
now.”
“ She wants to do it on her own," Jasmine told Silas.
“ Figures. I’ve sent Jarcee to wait in the
hallway when the two of you leave. If you need him, he’s available
to assist. Focus on getting Rose back to her wing, Jarcee will shut
down the office."
“ Okay." She moved back as Rose slowly
pushed up from the sofa to a seated position and then stood.
“ Jasmine?"
“ Yeah?" She walked ahead to open the
door for Rose to shuffle through. Her daughter-in-law weaved
sluggishly as if she were drunk. It would have been funny if there
wasn’t a grimace of pain on the younger woman’s face.
“ I haven’t forgotten you shut me down
while talking to Merriweather. Do I need to kill him?"
“What? ” Shock from his calmly thought
words promoted her to speak aloud.
“ What did he say to make you shut me out
and then reopen our link moments later?"
Rose walked unsteadily out of the office and
turned toward the east wing of the mansion where she lived with her
mate and brother. Jasmine walked alongside her.
“ Jasmine?" Silas snapped, his
irritation flowing through their link.
“ Wait a minute, I’m walking Rose to her
wing. We’ll finish the conversation when I’m done. But I will tell
you, Merriweather is unstable and you should do a deep
investigation regarding him, somehow he’s involved with what
happened three weeks ago."
Without seeing him, she knew her mate went
absolutely still. “ Why do you say that?"
“ Just a feeling that he’s involved. He
quoted a poem from Robert Louis Stevenson. It was all about armies
and death."
“ You were familiar with the
poem?"
She exhaled at the skepticism in his voice,
refusing to take offense. Yes. I knew the poem actually. I like
Stevenson and know his work. Can we talk about this later? I’m
about to get Rose settled."
“ Once she is settled I want to know
exactly what Merriweather said. I told Jennings to close the case
on Merriweather’s relative, but we might need to re-evaluate that
if your hunch is right, and it probably is."
Blond haired and green
eyed, Jarcee stood almost seven feet. He
bent and knocked at the entry door of Rose and Tyrone’s
living space. Afterward, he stepped back so he could be seen if
anyone was inside. A moment later Tyrese opened the door and looked
up at Jarcee, who pointed at Jasmine and Rose. Immediately, Tyrese
strode down the hall, picked Rose up and carried her inside.
“Ow, not so fast, Rese,” Rose complained as
he set her on her feet inside the living room.
Jasmine nodded her thanks to Jarcee before
closing the door. He would wait and escort her to the nursery after
she made sure her older children were okay.
“Rone is in bed,” Tyrese said, glancing at
Jasmine before placing his hand beneath Rose’s elbow for
support.
“How’s he doing?” Jasmine asked, following
the two into the back room.
“He’ll be fine,” Tyrese mumbled without
looking at her.
“No doubt. But that’s not what I asked,
Rese,” Jasmine said in a stern voice.
“He’s in pain…a lot of pain, but it’s
waning…a little. Maybe with his mate nearby it will get better
faster,” Tyrese said, stopping at the foot of the bed where Tyrone
lay on his stomach. The smell of sweaty, unwashed body and vomit
stained the air in the dark room. Jasmine was tempted to open the
window to let the fresh breeze clear out the odor, but watching
Rose slowly climb into bed, fully dressed, and lie next to Tyrone
made her ask first.
“Does light bother you?”
“Yes,” Tyrone croaked as he touched Rose’s
fingers and then intertwined them.
Now was not the time to repeat her
reservations over what they had done although she yearned to go off
on her son. She never agreed that this was a good idea no matter
how many times both sets of twins had tried to explain. Lilly,
Rose’s twin, and Rose had understood immediately ‘why’ Tyrone and
Tyrese needed to take the shot. The fact that Rose was uneasy
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