throttle him to fighting the onslaught of tears. She tossed the brush down with more force than intended and cracked the handle.
“Great, now, I’ve wrecked my favorite hairbrush.”
In a fit of annoyance, she spun and left the room, vowing if she ever laid eyes on Brock again she would plant her foot in his crotch. It was the least he deserved for running out on her instead of talking it through.
By the time she opened the back door, she was seeing red again. She climbed in the car and turned over the engine. Resting her head on the steering wheel, she took in a deep breath and exhaled. Calm once again came over her, and she leaned back in the seat. This appointment was important and required her full attention. Later, she’d worry about her love life.
Chapter Eleven
Brock paced the deck of the ship, waiting for the captain to bring her in. He’d already called Elias since Sarah didn’t answer her phone and had been told he’d dropped her off at home. Something about having an appointment in town. Instead of going to her and begging forgiveness as he’d planned, Brock would have to wait for her to return.
In the meantime, he’d head back over to the beach house and try doing a little work. At least, he’d be next door and would know when Sarah arrived home. It was times like this he wished he could transport himself rather than doing everything the old-fashioned way.
The boat was hardly tied off when he jumped ashore and jogged to where his car waited.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Patience was something that eluded him as he sat in traffic waiting to cross the bridge back to the isle. He played several scenarios through his mind of what he would say to Sarah. He was already aware she was hurt and angry and might not want to see him. Hell, from what Elias had said on the phone, she’d been ready to hand him his ass, and Brock would have let her. He’d fucked up major by walking away without a word, and the worst was he’d unintentionally lied.
He really had meant it when he’d said he would give them a chance, but for some reason, when he’d found out Elias was his competition, he’d felt the lesser man. Again, he’d allowed the past to dictate his life.
Traffic inched forward, and with it, Brock’s resolve intensified. He was done living in the past, and it was time to let Mina go. By moving on with his life, he would also release her to go forward. She didn’t deserve to be stuck here in this existence.
As he drove his car to the other side of the bridge, he realized not only had he left the mainland, but he’d also left his emotional baggage back there, as well. For the first time in over fifty years, he felt as if he could breathe. Expanding his lungs, he sucked in the sea air and expelled a liberating breath.
“Mina, I’m ready to move on. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart, but it’s time to love again.”
Sunlight filtered in the passenger window and revealed the silhouette of his dead mate. He wrinkled his forehead. “I thought you could move on now.”
“I can, but I have one last duty to perform before I leave,” her faint voice replied.
He pulled back his shoulders and stretched his neck. “What would that be?”
“You must save her.”
Brock pulled into his driveway, shoved the car in park and tried to push down the fear currently rising from the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean, save her?”
“They have her, Brock. The people who took my life and that of our son so many years ago. They’ve spread their hate for our kind, passed it down through the generations. They plan to kill her.”
Fear raced through his veins, turning his muscles rigid. Not again. He couldn’t live through this a second time. “W-where is she?”
* * * *
Brock sped down the highway, thankful traffic was clearer going in the other direction. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled as he spoke to Elias over the car phone.
“Mina
“Great, now, I’ve wrecked my favorite hairbrush.”
In a fit of annoyance, she spun and left the room, vowing if she ever laid eyes on Brock again she would plant her foot in his crotch. It was the least he deserved for running out on her instead of talking it through.
By the time she opened the back door, she was seeing red again. She climbed in the car and turned over the engine. Resting her head on the steering wheel, she took in a deep breath and exhaled. Calm once again came over her, and she leaned back in the seat. This appointment was important and required her full attention. Later, she’d worry about her love life.
Chapter Eleven
Brock paced the deck of the ship, waiting for the captain to bring her in. He’d already called Elias since Sarah didn’t answer her phone and had been told he’d dropped her off at home. Something about having an appointment in town. Instead of going to her and begging forgiveness as he’d planned, Brock would have to wait for her to return.
In the meantime, he’d head back over to the beach house and try doing a little work. At least, he’d be next door and would know when Sarah arrived home. It was times like this he wished he could transport himself rather than doing everything the old-fashioned way.
The boat was hardly tied off when he jumped ashore and jogged to where his car waited.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Patience was something that eluded him as he sat in traffic waiting to cross the bridge back to the isle. He played several scenarios through his mind of what he would say to Sarah. He was already aware she was hurt and angry and might not want to see him. Hell, from what Elias had said on the phone, she’d been ready to hand him his ass, and Brock would have let her. He’d fucked up major by walking away without a word, and the worst was he’d unintentionally lied.
He really had meant it when he’d said he would give them a chance, but for some reason, when he’d found out Elias was his competition, he’d felt the lesser man. Again, he’d allowed the past to dictate his life.
Traffic inched forward, and with it, Brock’s resolve intensified. He was done living in the past, and it was time to let Mina go. By moving on with his life, he would also release her to go forward. She didn’t deserve to be stuck here in this existence.
As he drove his car to the other side of the bridge, he realized not only had he left the mainland, but he’d also left his emotional baggage back there, as well. For the first time in over fifty years, he felt as if he could breathe. Expanding his lungs, he sucked in the sea air and expelled a liberating breath.
“Mina, I’m ready to move on. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart, but it’s time to love again.”
Sunlight filtered in the passenger window and revealed the silhouette of his dead mate. He wrinkled his forehead. “I thought you could move on now.”
“I can, but I have one last duty to perform before I leave,” her faint voice replied.
He pulled back his shoulders and stretched his neck. “What would that be?”
“You must save her.”
Brock pulled into his driveway, shoved the car in park and tried to push down the fear currently rising from the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean, save her?”
“They have her, Brock. The people who took my life and that of our son so many years ago. They’ve spread their hate for our kind, passed it down through the generations. They plan to kill her.”
Fear raced through his veins, turning his muscles rigid. Not again. He couldn’t live through this a second time. “W-where is she?”
* * * *
Brock sped down the highway, thankful traffic was clearer going in the other direction. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled as he spoke to Elias over the car phone.
“Mina
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