Midnight Truth (Shifter Island #4) - Leia Stone Page 0,3
followed Grandpa Geoff down a wide hall, taking note of a sitting room, an office, and a library, as well as several closed doors. As we neared the end of the hall, the smell of cake wafted in the air. My stomach rumbled with discontent, having missed the party celebrating Rage’s triumph and all.
“Pappy!” a male squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I stepped up to the wide doorway and saw a teenage male rushing toward us. I froze at the entrance to an enormous kitchen, and the tall male, perhaps sixteen years old, skidded to a halt, his mouth dropping open as he stared at me. He held a chocolate cupcake in one hand; frosting was smeared on his lips and chin.
He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare, and his pale silvery hair fell into his eyes and brushed against his cheekbones.
“Elia’s dead,” he said, his forehead furrowing. He dropped his gaze to the floor, avoiding mine, and his eyes filled with tears. “She’s gone.”
What the…? The mention of my mother shocked me. Did he think I was her?
“Donovan, this is Elia’s daughter, Nai,” Grandfather Geoff said as he shuffled over to the young man. “She’s your cousin.”
Cousin?
Holy crap! I had another cousin? One that wasn’t a douchebag like Nolan?
“Family?” he asked Grandpa.
“Family,” Gramps affirmed.
The young man nodded, mouth opening in surprise, before he wiped at his eyes, smearing streaks of chocolate frosting across his face. He sniffed but didn’t look up from the ground. “Where’s Mom?”
“Your mother is on duty at the portal. She should be back in a couple more hours,” Grandpa said with a soft smile. He pointed to the kitchen counter where several dozen cupcakes were lined up, each with a heavy dose of chocolate frosting and chocolate shavings. “Annette has been baking for you, I see.”
“Chocolate,” my cousin said, training his eyes on my shoes. “I like chocolate.”
I didn’t know much about autism, but it seemed to me my cousin was on the spectrum or something like it.
“I like chocolate, too,” I said, glancing at the cupcakes. Lona used to make cupcakes like that; she called them death by chocolate. Shaking myself from my reverie, I offered Donovan my hand. “I’m glad to meet you.”
Grandpa Geoff beamed at me and then turned his smile on Donovan, who was staring at the ground and hadn’t taken my offered hand. I let it fall to my side and cleared my throat. Grandpa slowly raised his hand and set it on Donovan’s arm, giving the young man plenty of time to move if he’d wanted to avoid contact.
“Nai is here for training,” Grandpa said, crouching to look Donovan in the eye. “Will you be a nice cousin to her while she adjusts at school? Help her out?”
The weight of what I was doing here settled on my shoulders, and I nearly groaned. “I’ll take all the help I can get.”
At my declaration, Donovan raised his chin and glanced at my nose, but if he saw my smile, he gave no indication—nor did he meet my gaze. “I can be helpful.”
Gramps squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Yes, you can!”
I kept my smile firmly fixed. “I’d love a cupcake if you’re willing to share. I missed dinner.”
Donovan shook his bowed head and mumbled, “That’s not healthy.”
Geoff snorted with laughter, and he looked ten years younger, beaming at the boy. “That’s very true, but she’s had a bad day.”
My cousin pursed his lips and looked down at his half-eaten chocolate cupcake. He took a deep breath and then, raising his gaze to mine, he thrust the remaining portion out to me. “Nai,” he said, nodding at me gravely. “Family.”
My heart pinched, and my throat clogged up with emotion. In my peripheral vision, I saw Grandpa step deeper into the kitchen, moving toward the other cupcakes as if he knew I wouldn’t want the half-eaten one Donovan offered.
“Oh, dear one,” Gramps said to my cousin, moving toward the counter where the fresh cakes were lined up. “Nai might want a fresh—”
Was I going to eat a half-slobbered-on cupcake so that I wouldn’t hurt my sweet new cousin’s feelings? You bet your ass I was.
With tears in my eyes, I took the half-eaten cupcake and shoved the entire thing into my mouth. The sweet chocolate kissed my tastebuds, and the cake’s tender crumb was probably the best thing I’d had since I left Montana. “Mmm,” I moaned with my mouth full. “Delish! It’s so goo—”