Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage Page A

motive?
    “Shit,” William curse under his breath. “I’ll look into it. The Gardiners are under my protection.”
    “If she’s in the middle of a conspiracy, it becomes my problem.”
    He knew his brother cared about the family of human servants; to be frank, he understood it, the Gardiners had been loyal to him for centuries.
    But every family had one black sheep, and William was too invested to take care of the problem.
    “Never mind that. I need you to bring Cece back here.”
    Michael was quite literally stunned for a moment.
    “There’s been a… development.”
    He knew that reluctant tone.
    “Speak. I’ll fetch it out of you as soon as we meet, brother.”
    “Fay is a White.”
    There was exactly only one thing he could mean by that, but he had hopes.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean her freaking mother belongs to the White clan. She cornered her to give us a message about not being responsible for what will happen or some shit. She also gave us a counter spell for Cece’s bond with Vincent.” 
    Michael laughed out loud. There was nothing else to do.
    “Mike, I swear to you, Fay isn’t part of this.”
    His brother knew him too well.
    “Yes, she is. Unknowingly, I hope, but she is – you know how the Whites operate. This is a chess game for them. Push a pawn in the vampire’s bed, reap the results.”
    “Michael!”
    “Enough! That counter spell isn’t going anywhere near Cecilia. As for Fay, pack a bag for her. She’s going to be interrogated. If she has nothing to hide, she has nothing to fear.” 
    “Over my dead body.”
    There was only one thing to do and if William was too much of a pussy to see it, Michael would play the bad guy.
    “So be it.”
    He wasn’t surprised to find Cecilia behind him, gawking from the door frame.
    Great, she’d heard that.
    “You know what they say about eavesdropping.”
    “Does that stop you?”
    Michael hadn’t thought he’d regain the ability to smile for quite some time, but after a glare contest, he felt the corner of his lip hike up; she didn’t give in, and he was damn proud of her.
    “I heard something about Fay.”
    “She’s got White blood.”
    As that obviously didn’t mean a thing to Cecilia, he had to explain.
    “Every hundred years, there’s an election to choose the leader of the witches and every single time, the winner is a White Witch. They are ruthless, lethal and merciless.”
    Cecilia just snorted.
    “Fay? Merciless?”
    “I’ve dealt with a White Witch before. She wanted some of my blood and I had no intention of giving in. Believe me when I say I know what they’re capable of.”
    “Did she win?”
    He shook his head. No, she hadn’t – but he’d actually had to kill her to get her off his back.
    Michael didn’t kill whenever he could help it, and nothing else he’d tried had worked against her.
    “Why did she want your blood?”
    “Witches use vampire blood to prolong their life.” 
    Cecila frowned.
    “So she could have used anyone’s.”
    That was exactly his point.
    “But she wanted mine and nothing else mattered. Trust me…”
    “I do,” she replied without hesitation, shocking him because after what had happened to her, she wasn’t one to extend her trust to just anyone.
     

     
    Unbelievable as it sounded, because he was just a stranger, she really did trust him. He could have hurt in so many ways, without anyone stopping him; he hadn’t, so she believed he never would.
    “And I’m asking you to trust me . Fay isn’t our enemy. Never has been, never will be. Before the world screwed us both, I played in sandboxes with her. She lived at our place from the day her parents disappeared – she believed them dead. We all did. I’ve held her in my arms and told her everything would be alright because we were together, us Turners. She’s Fay Turner. Not Fay White.”
    How easily she’d forgotten those years; she wouldn’t begrudge Michael for doubting her words… but she knew that