Ryder on the Storm: Emerald Seer I by Violet Patterson Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Storm, don’t open them yet.” Dan’s voice broke the silence. It wasn’t an order but left no room for her to deny him. Storm felt their eyes were on her even before she looked at them, their gorgeous faces more serious than she’d ever seen them. This would not be something she wanted to know.
     
    “Babe, will you please sit down? We really need to show you something, it would be best with the drapes closed.” Now Shane chimed in. They were ganging up on her. Cheaters.
     
    Storm moved woodenly to the sofa. She sat and found a stray thread to pick at, better than to meet their eyes. Easier. Less uncomfortable.
     
    “Storm.” Shane knelt in front of her. “Babe, it is just us. We have answers for you. A lot of them, but you need to face us.”
     
    Sighing, Storm slowly lifted her eyes and found Shane’s. They were different. He looked different. Dan knelt beside his brother. They each took one of her hands and smiled, their teeth glowed, was that the right word, sudden word-finding issues were a sign of stroke, right? Where did that thought come from? The room seemed brighter too. A silvery light seemed to radiate from the guys. And then, there they were, the wings flapping softly. Dan and Shane. Shane and Dan. Dammit. How could she not have seen it before. Some Seer she turned out to be. Aunt Trin would be ashamed. Aunt Trin. Double Damn. She had known . Aunt Trin knew. That’s why they were allowed to sleep over. That’s why she pushed their relationship. Protection. They were her protection. And they knew about her all along. Storm connected the dots quickly, that meant, no. Nope. Uh-uh. No way. She didn’t even believe in it.
     
    “Yes. Storm. Yes. You know it in your heart. It is time to accept who you are.” A voice echoed around her, velvety smooth and soothing like a cool breeze and then it was gone, a figment of her imagination. Storm shook her head, her mouth silently opening and closing for a minute until she found words again, “No. I will not. I am not.”
     
    “If you keep running they will only grow more painful until they blind you. Babe, you don’t want that. You knew when you came back. That’s why you came back.”
     
    The wings were gone. Just Dan and Shane kneeling before her smiling their silly boyish smiles. Storm looked at them, shock rolling through her. She finally felt something toward them, withdrawing her hands from their grasps, Storm slapped them simultaneously across their gorgeous faces.
     
     
     
    Ryder
     
    Ryder’s dreams had been vivid, more than unusual for him. All of them were of Trin Sullivan, or her niece; their faces interchanged several times over the restless night. Flame red hair spread across his black satin sheets, creamy skin flushed from their activities. Ryder’s arousal verged on painful and he wished that Rosalee or Angeline were around. No, he actually did not. It seemed unlikely that any female would be capable of fulfilling the gaping hole left by Trin – until he glimpsed her niece.
     
    He sensed her before the familiar red hair caught his eye. Something about her felt different, she had a good deal of magic in her and that meant she probably had the Sight. Dammit. He needed to check her out, his sources had been wrong. How could she have evaded them? Trin had lied to him. Why? How? And worst of all, Storm had the book. Ryder knew she moved into the estate already. Had she discovered the room yet?
     
    Too many questions. This girl. One girl. The last of her line. What if she could save him? For a fleeting moment Ryder wondered at the possibility of having children of his own, aging, having an actual endgame. Excitement fluttered in the pit of his stomach, the possibility of another Sullivan Seer filled him with new hope. This would have to be handled carefully, even more so with Roane in town. He really had no choice, he needed Lucian’s help and he needed the book. Ryder sat up and ran his hands through his