BirthStone by Sydney Addae Read Free Book Online

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desk and placed her hand on Rose’s back. “Come on, you need to lay
down, get as comfortable as you can.” She thought back to what
Silas told her had happened with Tyrese. It hadn’t lasted long, but
he had been in a life or death situation. Did that have something
to do with how the drug impacted you?
    “No…no. I can’t move…it hurts…I can’t –” She
snatched up the trashcan again. The sound of retching and the
unpleasant odor rose swiftly, spilling into the air with equal
measure. Unable to watch the painful sight, Jasmine strode to the
private bathroom in the office, inhaled the fresher air deeply, wet
a towel, and brought it to Rose, who lay with her head on the
desk.
    “Let me put this on your forehead.” Jasmine
eyed the trashcan sitting next to Rose’s foot.
    Rose whimpered. “I can’t move, everything
hurts.”
    “I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Jasmine placed the
cool towel on the section of exposed forehead she could reach.
    “Ah…that feels good, thank you,” Rose
whispered.
    “It’s okay. I wish I could do more.” Jasmine
sat in a nearby chair, prepared to wait until the pain receded,
signaling that her son was doing better.
    The phone rang. “Owww… too loud.”
    “Who’s covering today?” Jasmine asked as the
ringing continued.
    “I don’t remember, but they need to pick up,
the noise hurts,” Rose moaned.
    The ringing stopped. Jasmine released a
breath, hoping Rose would feel better soon. It bothered her to see
the young vibrant woman in so much pain. Especially when, in her
opinion, it wasn’t necessary.
    Just as Jasmine thought to check on Tyrone,
if Rose had it this bad, her son had to be in worse condition, the
phone started ringing again. Seeing Rose flinch at the sound,
Jasmine picked up the receiver and spoke.
    “Silas Knight’s office.” Out of
consideration for Rose, she softened her voice.
    “I’d like to speak to Mr. Knight.” She knew
the person on the other end was human because Silas had another set
of protocols in place for wolves to contact him.
    “Mr. Knight is unavailable at the moment.
Can I take your number and have him return your call.” She searched
the desk for a piece of paper and grabbed a pen out of a nearby cup
full of writing utensils.
    There was a long sigh on the other end.
Jasmine wasn’t sure how much longer she would stay on the phone
waiting for him to make up his mind. Rose did not appear to be
getting better, which made Jasmine more anxious to check on Tyrone.
Normally, the twins didn’t give her much reason to stress or worry,
but knowing Tyrone was willfully altering his body to be like his
brother placed them both in the ‘you’re stressing me’ category.
    She frowned.
    “Miss…can’t he even afford good help…miss,”
the man on the other end yelled.
    Jasmine snapped out of it, catching the tail
end of his remarks. If she had not been thinking of other things,
and ignoring him she would take offense at his crude remarks.
Instead, she sucked it up.
    “You’d like to leave a message?” Hell if she
called him sir or any other pleasantries.
    “Yes. Tell him Alfred Merriweather wants to
discuss the situation in the caves. I have some information I think
he will be interested in.” His voice had taken on a condescending
edge that rubbed Jasmine wrong. She took an immediate dislike to
the pompous sounding man. Something bogus about him sang through
the phone.
    “I’ll tell him.” She scribbled the name
knowing Silas would never meet with this creep. First off, he made
it seem as though Silas should be happy to talk to him and second,
he had been rude to her. Two things guaranteed to piss her mate
off.
    “I’ve left my number before, would you like
me to give it to you again?”
    “No. He’ll contact you if he has time for a
meeting.”
    “The polite thing would be to contact me
either way, to say he can or won’t meet with me. I’m assuming the
great La Patron understands how to conduct himself in business