Huntress by Nicole Hamlett Read Free Book Online Page B

you think we’re having an earthquake?”
    I closed my eyes and prayed for serenity. “I can assure you Brandon that I am not ‘dealing’ with being single. I’ve been single for years. The agreement was that Dylan would live with me and spend vacations and some weekends with you. Just because your new Barbie girlfriend wants to be a Mommy doesn’t mean that she gets to practice on my kid.”
    The noise is what caught my attention. It sounded like a semi-truck was rumbling next to my window, so of course I walked over to the window while I listened to the bastard prattle on about how I needed to be nice about Clarissa and it wasn’t fair to deny him rights to my son.
    The pebbles on the walkway around the patio were dancing around like Mexican Jumping Beans. My eyebrows rose in surprise. As far as I knew, there had never been an earthquake in the Springs.
    Staying calm so my voice did not betray my rising panic or rage I said, “Brandon, I don’t care what you would like to have happen.  We’ve gone through the details in court. If you want to change them, you know how to get in touch with my lawyer.”
    “Grace, don’t be like that. You know that was all just a formality.”
    “No, it wasn’t. You have his number. Talk to him about formalities.” Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and remembered that I had a very expensive lawyer who could deal with this. I didn’t have to anymore.
    “I can get rid of him honey. You’d be amazed at what a small bolt of electricity will do to the human heart,” Diana whispered to me.
    “Shut up.” I mouthed and gave her an angry look before continuing. “Please tell Clarissa that I appreciate her anxiousness to please you and be all house-wifey, but we’re good here. You get Dylan next weekend. They’re expecting you to pick him up from school.”
    “Grace, this isn’t a request.” He paused and my fingers tightened around my phone. I noticed that the plastic was becoming hot to the touch. It must need a new battery, I thought. 
    “Grace?” I lost it. I blew my stack. I was going to tell him exactly what a piece of ever living crap he was and that there was no way in hell that he was ever raising my son with the psychotic Barbie that he had chosen with his dick.
    Diana’s hand grabbed my wrist and she looked pointedly to my phone. It was glowing red and the plastic covering was starting to melt. I hadn’t noticed that the signal was breaking up, I had been so angry.
    “We had an agreement, Brandon. If you don’t like it, you can have your lawyer talk to mine. I need to go.” I hit the end button and threw my phone across the room. The shock of seeing it bury itself in the drywall caused me to start hyperventilating.
    Diana thrust a paper bag in front of my face and ordered me to breathe. I eyed her warily as I breathed slowly into the bag.  Pulling the bag away so I could speak, I caught her glare and promptly shoved it back against my mouth and nose.
    “I can take care of this for you. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you have too much on your plate and you just don’t know how to deal with this.” She paused and rested her hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently.
    “But, I can take care of this for you,” she repeated. “You think that you won’t have time for what I need from you and Brandon is causing a distraction, that jackass.” She scowled ferociously after she said that. Maybe siccing her on Brandon wasn’t such a bad idea after-all. “I think that you should probably know that you can’t go back to what you were now. It’s too late. Already your power is coming back. You have to get training. If you don’t control it, you could cause devastation. You could even hurt Dylan with your temper.”
    “I would NEVER hurt my son!” The protests were laced with doubt though. The melted plastic of my phone was enough to make me shiver.
    “Will you let me help you?”
    I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to hide in