Haven 3: Forgotten Sins by Gabrielle Evans Read Free Book Online

was time for them to leave, he and Bannon had to practically carry Nicholas to the car while Raven and Torren stumbled along behind them. The ride back to the plane was filled with lots of laughter and excited shouting, but Jonas sat quietly in the front seat and stared out the window. Why had he ever thought he could do this?
    The SUV pulled to a stop beside the plane, and Jonas hurried around to help his mate out of the backseat before he attempted it alone and ended up on his face. Supporting most of Nicholas’s weight, Jonas walked him up the steps and leaned him against the wall while Bannon hurried past them to readjust the seats so that they formed a small, cot-like bed.
    Jonas wanted to be gentle, but Nicholas was just too big, and he ended up more or less dropping his mate on the cot. Nicholas just laughed and closed his eyes while Jonas worked to remove the man’s boots.
    “Sing me a lullaby.”
    Jonas snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep before you embarrass yourself.”
    “You’re kind of cute, even if you are a little blurry.” Nicholas chuckled again and rolled to his side. “Why are you so nice to me?” Because he couldn’t stop himself, and he doubted Nicholas would remember when he woke up anyway, Jonas bent and kissed his mate on the temple. “Because I love you,” he whispered.
    “You used to sing,” Nicholas mumbled. “Why don’t you sing anymore?”
    Jonas tilted his head to the side and frowned. He hadn’t sung to Nicholas since they were teenagers. “You remember that?”
    “You had on a white shirt with blue buttons.” Nicholas squeezed his eyes closed and groaned. “You…you said you wrote that song just for m—”
    His mate’s body went rigid, and he began to scream. It lasted only seconds, but to Jonas it felt like forever. Blood dripped from his nose, and a small trickle ran from his ear and down the side of his neck.
    Then he went silent, slumped back to the mattress, and didn’t move again.

Chapter Five

    “Would you sit your ass down? We’re not going anywhere tonight.”
    “Jonas, I’m fine.” Nicholas huffed, obviously exasperated. “I took a power nap, and now I feel great.”
    “A nap? You took a fucking nap? You passed out! You screamed like I was cutting your balls off, and then you fainted! You’ve been asleep for almost twenty-four hours!”
    “I did not faint.”
    Jonas waved his hands around like a crazy person as he stomped about the plane. “You know, you picked a hell of a time to show that McCarthy stubbornness. I need you to listen to me, Nicky.” He stopped right in front of his mate, grabbed him by the shoulders, and shook him. “This is dangerous. It’s not normal to bleed from various cranial orifices.”
    Nicholas lifted both eyebrows, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked. “If you’re finished insulting me, I feel like a drink.”
    “You stubborn, mule-headed, obstinate son of a bit—”
    “Now you’re just being redundant.”
    “Nicholas!”
    “Call me Nicky.” Nicholas winked at him and sauntered toward the front of the plane.
    It was a complete one-eighty from the frightened and withdrawn man Jonas had started the trip with, and it had only been three days.
    Granted, a lot of things had happened in that short amount of time, and Jonas felt like he was still playing catch-up while Nicholas was strutting around like he was two steps ahead of the game.

    “Is there something that you’re not telling me?”
    “There’s a lot you’re not telling me. I just figured I’d return the favor.” With that parting line, Nicholas gave him a sardonic nod and stepped out of the plane.
    Jonas growled and flopped down in the seat closest to him.
    Nicholas wouldn’t get far. Torren and Raven were waiting just down the steps for Bannon to return from a food run. Jonas hadn’t had a chance to talk with the shifter yet, but he was interested to find out what Bannon had learned—if anything—from the local