Witches & Werewolves: A Sacred Oath by Bella Raven Read Free Book Online Page A

This whole thing could have gone so many ways of wrong that my mind just spins at the possibilities. What if Noah had been with me? The thought is mortifying. I’ll take a broken leg and some bruises any day. But I feel so stupid for getting myself in this position. If I’d have paid more attention and not forgotten my math book, this would have never happened. I should have cleaned the windshield better. I shouldn’t really have been driving in the first place with those worn out wiper blades. I don’t think I was speeding, but maybe I should have been driving slower? My brain swirls to the point of nausea as I second guess myself to no end.  
    My stomach sinks even farther. I’ve destroyed uncle Jake’s only method of transportation. As unsightly as it was, it got the job done. I wonder if he’s going to be pissed? I would be. I mean, here’s a guy who has two kids dropped in his lap that he’s got to take care of, and I don’t know how he really feels about that. I don’t know if he likes us, or hates us? Is he resentful that he’s stuck with his brother’s kids after they had a falling out? Does he feel duty bound and is just doing this out of some strange sense of obligation?
    Another half hour passes. The doctor bounds in telling me the CT scan is ok, and he doesn’t see any major issues other than my fractured fibula. I’ll be wearing a boot for at least the next six weeks.  
    “Your boyfriend can come and wait in the room with you, if you’d like?” the doctor says.
    “Boyfriend?” I ask.
    “He’s out in the waiting room.”
    “He’s not my boyfriend.”
    “Oh, well, he rode in the ambulance with you. I assumed…”
    “He did?”
    “It’s ok,” the doctor chuckles. “You were quite dazed when they brought you in here. You were probably in a little shock. Do you want me to send him back? He’s been asking to see you?”
    But before I can object, the doc darts out of the room and Ethan appears within moments, poking his head through the doorway.
    “So, they tell me you’re going to live,” he says, with a sparkling smile.  
    “Well, I won’t be dancing anytime soon.”
    “As long as they don’t let you drive.”  
    “Hey!” I object. “My driving is just fine.”
    “Okay. If you say so,” he says.
    There is an awkward silence and we just stare at each other for a moment. Then I realize that I look like a train wreck. I’m sitting here in this pale green hospital gown, the kind that you can never really fasten in the back. My hair is frazzled, my mascara is probably running. Suddenly, I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I become self conscious.
    “How did you…?” I ask.  
    “I saw the truck topple. Then I saw you do your little acrobatic trick. It was just lucky I came along when I did,” Ethan says.  
    “You ripped the door off it’s hinges.”
    “Sorry. I’d offer to fix it, but—”
    “I don’t care about the door. How?”
    “Well, they just don’t make cars like they used too,” Ethan says.
    I huff. “I suppose that’s how you were able to pry apart the dash?”
    “No offense, but that car was kind of crappy. It was falling apart.”
    Ugh. I’m so frustrated. He’s dodging. I know he knows what I’m getting at. “Let me see your hand.”
    Ethan’s eyes squint at me. I see him contemplating this in his mind before he finally extends his arm.  
    “No. The other hand,” I say.
    He raises an eyebrow and shows me his hand that I spilled the silver nitrate on. My mouth drops when I see it. It’s perfectly smooth. No discoloration like Mr. Fischer said there would be. No burn or scar, despite the fact that I heard his skin fry when the silver nitrate made contact. I stare in disbelief, taking his hand in mine, examining it. My stomach flutters ever so slightly when I touch his immaculate skin—his warm, strong grip. My hand fits in his arched palm naturally, as if it belongs there. It's comforting.
    “Lemon juice,” he says. “I