Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,28
the few times his walls have come down.
Yet somehow, this other person got close to them. To both of them. She earned their intimacy, their trust, and their affection. Enough that whatever happened between the three of them drove an unbreakable wedge between the two men.
I want that. Not the “driving a wedge between them” part. But the part where I gain their trust. Their affection.
Their love.
I want it more than I realized until just this moment.
But aside from my jealousy—and man, I really wish I could say I was the kind of person who doesn’t get jealous—I also feel sorry for them. They must’ve had such a strong and long-lasting bond before this person came into their lives, and then it all fell apart.
That has to hurt, doesn’t it?
I wonder if, underneath the greed and the pride, they really do miss each other. All that love doesn’t go away at the drop of a hat, even if you’re angry with someone. Pride and Greed are both such isolating sins, but at least if they had each other, they’d have someone to lean on.
Remi studies me as I gaze up toward the front of the SUV, and his expression softens, the line between his eyebrows smoothing out. He leans closer to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek, just at the corner of my mouth.
“We’re lucky you found us, Trin,” he murmurs. “They may not have forgiven each other, but this is the first time they’ve worked together in years. You’re good for us.”
My heart swells a little at the honesty in his voice, and I turn my head so that our kiss turns into a real one. His lips are firm and warm, purposeful, and his tongue slides out to taste my lips before he pulls back.
“Ah, I see how it is. If that’s how we’re passing the time on this little trip, I’m sorry it’s not a longer drive,” Nix jokes as his fingers catch my chin, turning me toward him. He kisses me too, taking things a little deeper than his brother did, making my heart beat faster and my breath pick up.
Huh. Maybe a little jealousy isn’t always a bad thing.
Knight glances back at me from the middle seat, and I swear a tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
The drive really doesn’t take that long, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. The man we’re going to see lives just south of the border, in the middle of the woods like Nix—but unlike Nix, his house is small and cozy, basically a cabin. I’m sure it has magical protections of some kind, just like Valentina’s shop, but without any of the crazy fortress security stuff that Nix has for his place.
As we pull up, the cabin door opens. An older man steps out. He looks to be in his late fifties or early sixties, but not nearly as old as I was picturing. He doesn’t have a beard or anything like that. In fact, he looks kind of brawny. When I see the large pile of chopped wood for the fireplace stacked up neatly by the side of the house, I can understand why.
“Isaac,” Ryland says as we all climb out of the car. “Good to see you.”
I can’t imagine Ryland being glad to see anyone, but he seems a bit less cold than usual when he shakes Isaac’s hand.
The man grins. “Good to see you again, Ryland. Never thought I’d see you out of the city away from that fancy office of yours.”
“It was necessary.”
The rest of us step away from the SUV, and Isaac greets each of the guys with a firm handshake. He eyes me up and down with a big grin on his face as he shakes my hand, his large hand totally engulfing mine. “Well, well, well. So you’re the little lady who’s caused all this trouble.”
“I didn’t mean to cause it, if that helps,” I say with a shrug.
Isaac laughs. “I’m sure you didn’t. The best kinds of trouble never do. All right, let’s get inside.”
The inside of the cabin reminds me of the other witches’ places we’ve visited. There are books and potions stacked everywhere, knickknacks and brick-a-brack scattered wherever there’s proper room for it. But unlike those other places, this seems to also be Isaac’s home. There’s a ladder that leads up to a loft bed, a cozy fireplace, a kitchen area, and what looks like a very large and relaxing bath