The Secret Trinity: Reign (Fae-Witch Trilogy, Book 3) by Jenna Bernel Page A
Authors: Jenna Bernel
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striking blue eyes, or brushing her lips with his silky mouth. I stood up abruptly, anxious to find Clay before it was too late.
Chapter 9: Hustler
I teleported to the cottage and dialed up Morgan on my cell, “Hey, I can’t meet you guys at the library with Fiona. Will you tell everyone sorry for me? Something came up last minute.” I vaguely explained, not wanting to get into it.
“Does this have anything to do with Clay barreling into the house an hour ago, all upset, telling Adam that his sister was bipolar?” Morgan said, and I grimaced. I used to think that about Clay, and now I was flipping the switch on him.
“Um, maybe, do you know where he is?” I tried to ask casually, but after what Aileen had told me about her un usual relationship with King Bryan, I was on a mission to find their son and straighten things out.
“No, but you might want to find him f ast. Clay was mad in a way I’ ve never seen before , pacing our living room, and mumbling nonsense under his breath like he was slipping off the deep end. Grant and Adam tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he just stormed out instead spouting something about giving you exactly what you want ed and finding Penni .” Morgan said in a worried manner, obviously putting a few pieces together of what that meant.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I yelled into the phone, totally panicked at this point. Clay could be naked with that slut as we speak. What have I done?!
“I tried a bunch of times, but you didn’t answer your phone.” Morgan said calmly, knowing I wasn’t really mad at her. I was just freaking out. I slapped my palm to my forehead. That’s it, from now on my cell is glued to my hip, every minute, of every hour, of every day!
“Okay, thanks. I gotta go,” I said. Not waiting for a response I clicked the phone shut. I knew she would understand my briskness. I dialed Clay’s cell and it went straight to voicemail. I dropped my phone to the floor, and clutched onto the wingback chair to steady myself as horrifying imagery flooded into my brain. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt. Complete and utter dread dripped down my spine, pricking my nerves with the sting of its needles. Oh god, why is Clay’s phone off?! He never turns it off in case of emergency.
I collapsed in the wingback chair and shut my eyes, but all I saw was what could only be a mound of Clay and Penni tangled up in the sheets on a bed. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I couldn’t decipher if I had traced , or if it was only my vivid imagination. I opened my eyes unable to stand the vision. I slowly attempted to steady my breathing as I watched the flickering fire dance up the chimney.
I didn’t know where Penni lived, and it would take forever to teleport all over town trying to find them. I had to calm down so I could trace them, and I prayed that the previous vision wasn’t real. I was feeling light headed from the adrenaline rush so I rubbed my trinity’s emerald with my thumb, letting the panic subside. I tried to concentrate. After staring into the spectrum of orange flames for a while, I slowly felt my pulse coming down. I thought about the many times Clay and I had talked in these chairs as we watched the fire. It was always amazing how the glow of the light reflected off his glossy black hair that was never combed, but never messy at the same time.
A few more minutes passed and I felt brave enough to try again. I thought of Clay and his eyes, the most wonderful color of blue that reminded me of a calm Caribbean Sea, and I asked my heart to find him. I sucked in a breath when I was staring into those azure eyes from across the room that held no warmth as they usually did, only distance and anger. I had traced Clay and unfortunately he was with Penni . They were at a pub I had never been in before, playing pool together. Only a few balls were left on the table as
Chapter 9: Hustler
I teleported to the cottage and dialed up Morgan on my cell, “Hey, I can’t meet you guys at the library with Fiona. Will you tell everyone sorry for me? Something came up last minute.” I vaguely explained, not wanting to get into it.
“Does this have anything to do with Clay barreling into the house an hour ago, all upset, telling Adam that his sister was bipolar?” Morgan said, and I grimaced. I used to think that about Clay, and now I was flipping the switch on him.
“Um, maybe, do you know where he is?” I tried to ask casually, but after what Aileen had told me about her un usual relationship with King Bryan, I was on a mission to find their son and straighten things out.
“No, but you might want to find him f ast. Clay was mad in a way I’ ve never seen before , pacing our living room, and mumbling nonsense under his breath like he was slipping off the deep end. Grant and Adam tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he just stormed out instead spouting something about giving you exactly what you want ed and finding Penni .” Morgan said in a worried manner, obviously putting a few pieces together of what that meant.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I yelled into the phone, totally panicked at this point. Clay could be naked with that slut as we speak. What have I done?!
“I tried a bunch of times, but you didn’t answer your phone.” Morgan said calmly, knowing I wasn’t really mad at her. I was just freaking out. I slapped my palm to my forehead. That’s it, from now on my cell is glued to my hip, every minute, of every hour, of every day!
“Okay, thanks. I gotta go,” I said. Not waiting for a response I clicked the phone shut. I knew she would understand my briskness. I dialed Clay’s cell and it went straight to voicemail. I dropped my phone to the floor, and clutched onto the wingback chair to steady myself as horrifying imagery flooded into my brain. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt. Complete and utter dread dripped down my spine, pricking my nerves with the sting of its needles. Oh god, why is Clay’s phone off?! He never turns it off in case of emergency.
I collapsed in the wingback chair and shut my eyes, but all I saw was what could only be a mound of Clay and Penni tangled up in the sheets on a bed. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I couldn’t decipher if I had traced , or if it was only my vivid imagination. I opened my eyes unable to stand the vision. I slowly attempted to steady my breathing as I watched the flickering fire dance up the chimney.
I didn’t know where Penni lived, and it would take forever to teleport all over town trying to find them. I had to calm down so I could trace them, and I prayed that the previous vision wasn’t real. I was feeling light headed from the adrenaline rush so I rubbed my trinity’s emerald with my thumb, letting the panic subside. I tried to concentrate. After staring into the spectrum of orange flames for a while, I slowly felt my pulse coming down. I thought about the many times Clay and I had talked in these chairs as we watched the fire. It was always amazing how the glow of the light reflected off his glossy black hair that was never combed, but never messy at the same time.
A few more minutes passed and I felt brave enough to try again. I thought of Clay and his eyes, the most wonderful color of blue that reminded me of a calm Caribbean Sea, and I asked my heart to find him. I sucked in a breath when I was staring into those azure eyes from across the room that held no warmth as they usually did, only distance and anger. I had traced Clay and unfortunately he was with Penni . They were at a pub I had never been in before, playing pool together. Only a few balls were left on the table as
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