Ruffle My Feathers (The Seven - Book 2) by Ciana Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

her."
    Augustus cut his eyes away from her for a split second as Gabriel walked over to them.
    "She never spoke negatively against the treaty. In every meeting and negotiation she was conciliatory and open to discussion."
    "Maybe she had someone doing the negative stuff for her."
    "Pardon?"
    "Just consider it. She wasn't the only one in those negotiations. There were other Council people present and their aides. What if one of them—"
    "No. I cannot believe that."
    "Well, it definitely wasn’t Lucan." Gabriel said. "He's dead."
    "Are any of the others?" Nevaeh asked.
    Augustus and Gabriel looked at one another. There were many bodies on the floor. "We have to check."
    "I'll do it."
    Nevaeh watched Gabriel hurry off then turned her attention to Augustus. "What can I do to help?"
    "At this moment, nothing. You've already done an immeasurable service. Law enforcement will be arriving—"
    As if in queue to his words, the sounds of multiple sirens screaming could be heard, drawing nearer by the second.
    Nevaeh looked at Layla and Layla leaned over to speak to her. "I'm really sorry, Nevaeh. I would never have asked you to come if I'd had any idea—"
    "It's not your fault." Nevaeh didn't hold Layla responsible any more than she did Augustus or Gabriel. She just hoped that whoever was responsible could be found and made to pay.

                            Chapter Five
     
    I can honestly say that I never imagined the weekend to be anything like this. It's almost dawn and the police just left. What a nightmare. The Fae Council person was killed and there were two from the Wizard clan and one Daemon killed among the Preterhumans.
    Apparently the deaths of the Preterhumans proves that the human attacker were working in league with someone of the Seven because normal bullets would not have killed a Daemon and perhaps not a Fae as strong as Lucan.
    Six humans were killed, but five of those from gunfire so no Preternatural is being blamed since none of them were armed. The sixth human fatality was from a heart attack.
    Many people were taken into custody and thanks to the press being conveniently present; it's already all over the news.
    I'm just grateful that Layla is okay. Whatever Augustus did saved her. Oddly, I can sense him every now and then. He's very angry and blames his mother. I'd hate to be her. He's a little scary when he's angry. But if she was responsible then she deserves his anger and more.
    I wish I could sleep but I know I won't so I'll sit outside and watch the sky lighten. Maybe my mind will settle down in a bit and I can get some sleep. I doubt there will be a wedding or anything else now. Everyone's focus is on discovering who is responsible.
    And as self-centered as it sounds, I'm kind of wondering if this means I won’t be paid. I know that's horrible, but I really need the money.
     
    Nevaeh tucked her feet up Indian-style and pulled the hem of her dress down over her legs. She wished she had on sleeves. It was a little cool in the pre-dawn hour. She supposed she could go inside and find something, but she didn't want to move.
    Dawn was her favorite time of day – those few moments when the sun crested the horizon and spilled golden light over the earth, or in this case, the ocean. It always seemed the most spiritual and profound moment of the day – the time of beginnings. The day was fresh and new. It was a time for hope and for thanks at being able to witness such beauty.
    "It won't be long."
    She turned her head as Gabriel circled around the back of her chair and took a seat beside her.
    "Long?"
    "Before dawn."
    "Oh, yes, I know."
    "Are you okay?"
    "I am. Thank you. Are you?"
    "Yes." He reached over and took her hand. "Why are you sitting here alone?"
    "It's my favorite thing to do."
    "Sit alone?"
    "No, greet the day."
    "Ahh, yes. It is quite glorious isn't it? Those first shining rays that illuminate the sky, heralding the arrival of that moment when the sun bathes the world