Adina Falling (Threads of Fate) by Melissa Brodsky Read Free Book Online Page A

my condo. It was about 3,000 square feet and I walked back and forth for close to an hour, my mind racing with questions that I didn’t have the opportunity or desire to ask Michael during his little visit.
    For starters, how did Michael know I was fixed up with Xander. I mean, I hadn’t even had an opportunity to tell anyone. And what was it about this Xander character that made Michael’s fangs curl? Also, what exactly did Michael do for a living? I never really did get the whole low-down when we were together. I was mostly baked on Fae blood, zoned out and oblivious. The only thing I knew about him was that he made a lot of money selling this illegal substance and I doubted very much that he got the blood from willing Fae.
    With my mind made up, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, certain there wouldn’t be anyone waiting outside lurking, redirecting me from completing my mission of finding the perfect outfit. I just needed to clear my head and pacing through my place wasn’t an effective head-clearing device.
    I impressed myself, after the initial shock of Michael’s surprise visit along with the powerful knock across my cheek; I was only a little bit fazed. A tiny bit shaken but not stirred. Take that, Bond. I may be a vampire but I still believed in a higher power and was confident that Michael would meet with some sort of Karma. I just hoped that I would be standing there, watching with a smile plastered to my face as I watched his self-righteous look change to one of pure agony.
    Not feeling much like being alone, I made a decision to stop over at Morgan’s house before doing anything drastic like buying an outfit. Crying babies could actually prove to be a much needed distraction from the thoughts flooding my brain. I had hours ahead of me, the mall was open until 9 p.m.
    Jumping into my car, which still smelled of David’s cologne, I headed out of Birmingham and drove east toward Rochester. Morgan and Gal live in one of those new subdivisions, bursting with mini-mansions built on tiny lots. Her kitchen window had a lovely view of her backyard neighbor’s kitchen window. They could basically request a cup of sugar without ever leaving their house. The only thing separating their yard was a small tiered deck and a lap pool which was the only size in-ground pool that would fit onto the narrow lot.
    The main thing was that Morgan was extremely content in her life. She had everything she had ever wanted and more. Gal was an exceptionally successful business attorney to exceptionally successful Fae business people. He was on everyone’s retainer which meant big bucks in the bank accounts. Again, I wondered how Morgan was able to avoid the sweet temptation of his ambrosia-like blood scent. I had to sip on their stored blood the minute I walked into their home, Morgan had to keep a large stash, Gal’s scent had that effect on every vamp that walked through their doors. Even when Gal wasn’t there, the residual odor of him made my mouth water profusely.
    It was nice to have a friend whose house I could just show up at. Open invitations were unspoken from both of us, that was just how we were. Neither one of us had siblings so we compensated by filling that little gap in for each other. We were as close as any blood sisters could possibly be.
    I pulled into her circle drive, cut the ignition and walked up to her door. Before I could even knock, Morgan was there with a smile.
    “I had a feeling you were going to show up. Good, the twins are in rare form and I could use a second set of arms.” She moved aside so I could walk in.
    “Where’s the Nanny?” Morgan was rarely alone; somebody was always there to help her. Gal was thoughtful that way.
    “She went out with some of her other Fae friends last night. They went to Birmingham. She never came home. No call, no email; absolutely nothing.”
    We walked toward the living room where here red-faced, shrieking babies were fussing in their bouncy seats. For