Chapter 194
“Everythin
“Everything on this shelf is stuff I lost when I was little. This here..” He holds up a pocketknife, “Cyrus always tried to start fires with the magnifying glass in it. I thought my mom threw it away…I was so mad at her even though she kept denying it and then wouldn’t get me another because she thought Cyrus would burn the house down with it p>
“You’ve never been in here?” I knew they had a relationship and assumed that he had been with her here at some point.
“No. Had I known…” I place my hand on his and gently squeeze.
“This isn’t your fault, Thane. Her obsession runs…deep. You believe the best of those around you. You look for the good in others…whether you
want to admit it or not p>
“I don’t even know how to feel about this. I mean she was always around. She was friends with my sister. Her parents….is that my hair p>
“What?” I look back to observe what he is holding. It appears to be a real, three–inch section of Thane’s black hair.
“She kept a piece of my hair……what the fuck.” Thane is holding the lock in his fingers. His face is a mixture of emotions.
“How did she get it? Did she cut your hair when you were sleeping together p>
“No. I never let her….um stay.” He clears his throat. Yes, this conversation is uncomfortable and Aramana is snarling loudly within my mental barrier, but I also can’t help myself to find out more either.
Am I a nosy person? Is this a new personality trait? I’m becoming….inquisitive maybe.
That sounds better.
“I had a shaggy hair stage in my pre–teen pup years. My father hated it.” He puts the hair back on the shelf and picks the knife back up, twirling it around in his fingers, contemplating.
“If you want it back, take it. It’s yours. Just…wash her scent off it first p>
Thane holds the knife in his hand, studying it. Most likely, reliving memories. He smiles and puts it back in his pocket. “I may see if Cyrus can start a fire with it after all p>
“Look for his toenails.” Cyrus mind–links me, startling me slightly.
“Why am I looking for toenails?” I asked Thane as I pulled out a book from the shelf.
“Just tell him to shut up. I throw my toenail clippings in the trashcan like a normal shifter.” Thane walks across the room, pulling open her desk as I sit in the chair and open the book.
I quickly realize I have stumbled upon her journal….diary? Obsession book? Thane’s name is written a million times at least all over the inside
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cover. This must be something she started when she was younger, judging by the handwritting style. I look back up to the shelf and realize there are several of these journals.
Combing through them will take forever.
Do I even need to? These could all be old.
Screw it. She tried to take my mate.
I want to know it all.
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