Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) by Keri Lake Read Free Book Online Page B

called out, her eyes pleading.
    One foot hovering over the hole in the porch, the woman let out a huff and turned. “Get on with it, child. I ain’t got all day.”
    Sabelle shook her head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
    “Good. I’m out.”
    “Nola, wait, please.” Gavin sat forward and, pushing past the pain of splitting skin, rose to a stand. “Perhaps … perhaps this arrangement isn’t a good idea. Sabelle wasn’t expecting me and …” I’m about to become a raging sex fiend with a fucking side of cuddles . “A couple weeks might be better for both of us.” Gavin shot Sabelle a glance, taking in the upturn of her brows.
    “Look, I’m not in the business of laundering dirty diapers here,” Nola said. “Get over your shit and get on with this arrangement.” With one hop, she disappeared into the floor, a sharp gust of wind scattering the chalk dust.
    Sabelle strode out to the porch and used a socked foot to scrub away the rest of the chalk. “Like I don’t have kids that could fall into …” she muttered as though Gavin wasn’t sitting on the couch behind her. “I need this shit right now. This is just not my … damn it.”
    “Sabelle, I—”
    “You’re not.” She scratched the back of her head. “Shouldn’t you be lying down, or something?” Her arm fell away from her head, as she turned to go back inside the house.
    One step inside and the scent hit him again—one he’d smelled before—like fresh baked pies, only the second time it cast a shiver down his spine. “Did you bake something recently?” he asked, pushing the question past the pooling saliva on his tongue.
    She swung around, fountains of cinnamon tresses gracefully dancing across her shoulders. “Look, if you’re hungry … it’s fend for yourself in this house. Got it?” Hands on her hips, she seemed to bite the inside of her cheek as she steeled her eyes on his. “I don’t know what you’re expecting. This isn’t going to be some kind of sex fest, if that’s what you had in mind.”
    Thank gods for that . “Sabelle, the only thing I really want at this moment is a hot shower.”
    Rubbing her cheek, she blew out a breath. “Of course. C’mon.” She jerked her head for him to follow her up the staircase.
    The floorboards groaned under his weight, just as they had the last time he’d visited Sabelle’s house, and Sabelle glanced down at him. “Shhh. The twins are napping.”
    He inwardly smiled at the fact that one of them wasn’t sleeping, more than aware that the closer to the top of the stairs they climbed, the more intense the baked scent grew.
    They passed the twins’ room, where two bumps huddled tightly together on the bed. Light spilled out from a room along the hallway, blinding his eyes. As that apple pie scent, once again, overpowered every other sense, his jaw tightened to contain the drool itching to escape the corner of his mouth.
    What the hell?
    Demons never salivated over food and, yet, there he stood, as Sabelle gathered linens from a closet, inhaling it like a goddamn junkie. It seemed to be coming from the bedroom. He tipped his head, taking one step in its direction.
    Sabelle jumped ahead of him and shut the door. “I don’t think so. That’s my bedroom, and it’s off limits to you.” She nodded forward. “You’ll sleep in my sister’s old room.”
    Gavin double-blinked, pushing back the irritation of his senses having been severed. A sharp left detour had him standing in a clean but very aged-looking bathroom. White tiles patterned the walls and floor. An antique pedestal sink, perhaps from the early nineteen-hundreds, stood clean and functional but chipped with age. The claw tub and shower damn near called out to him.
    As he took a step closer, a stench crinkled his nose, ruining the sweet smell from before, and his gaze instantly fell to the toilet, where someone had forgotten to flush.
    Sabelle cocked her head. “What?” She lifted up onto her toes, then lurched into the