The Breaker's Resolution: (YA Paranormal Romance) (Fixed Points Book 4) Read Free Page A

and, when I thought things couldn’t get worse, it was this mongrel who broke into my house and assaulted my mother.” I bit my lip to stop the tears from coming.  “Of all the people responsible for killing my mother, he’s the only one left standing.”
    Royce looked me up and down, calibrating something behind his cloaked eyes. “Your call, Sweetheart. You don’t want the jeep. We won’t take the jeep.”  He turned to Jiqui. “Hit the dirt before I throw ya in it.”
    Jiqui stared for a moment, glaring from one of us to the next. I wasn’t sure what his Breaker ability was, but it hardly mattered. He was outnumbered, and he knew it. Without even taking my weird shade shaping powers into account, three Breakers and a pissed off Casper was too much for him to handle by himself.  As such, he should be terrified. Instead, he started cackling like a crazy person, laughing so hard that his eyes began to water.
    “What the hell are you laughing at, you waste of space?” Casper said. He had been there. He had seen all the awful things Jiqui and the rest of Allister Leeman’s men did to us. He watched them beat my mother and, in many ways, my loss was his loss.
    “I’m sorry,” Jiqui said, wiping his eyes and composing himself.  “It’s just, you people couldn’t be blindfolded and be more lost.” He laughed again. “And you want to leave me. Me!” Shaking his head, he added, “This is priceless.”
    “That’s it. I’m kicking his ass,” Royce said, moving toward him quickly.
    “Why don’t you do yourself a favor, Cowboy,” he said, holding his hands up to surrender. “Look in the dashboard.”
    Royce glared at him, then looked back at me.
    “What do you have to lose?” Jiqui asked. “You’re taking the stupid thing anyway. We both know that. Whether it has my stench in it or not, it’s better than burning to death in the desert. Check the dashboard. Then you’ll see what I mean when I say the automobile belongs to Cresta.”
    Hesitantly, Royce inched toward the vehicle.
    “Don’t be so afraid, Cowboy. You were just in the damn thing.” Jiqui’s eyes settled on me and, though I tried to stop it, the sickest idea came over me.
    Those eyes, they were like my biological father’s eyes. God help me, they were like my eyes.
    No! I had been through too much to even entertain this idea. Even if he was my uncle, it wouldn’t matter. I had no connection with him, not a man like that; who would throw away everything that was right and good on some jacked up fairy tale.
    “What do you see?” I asked Royce, breaking eye contact with Jiqui.
    “Not much,” he answered, ruffling through the contents. “A bunch of papers, and owner’s manual, and some gum.”
    “Is it Juicy Fruit?” Casper asked. “What?” he said, noticing the look I shot him. “My mouth is dry.”
    “Look at the leasing agreement, at the name on the bottom,” Jiqui said.
    “Oh,” Royce said, getting out of the car with a sheet of paper in his hand. “He ain’t lying, Sweetheart. This car belongs to you.”
    He handed the agreement to me. The paper felt new in my hands, like it had just come out of the printer. Scanning it, my eyes ran to the bottom. Not only was my name listed as owner, my signature looped across the line above it.
    “Go ahead,” Jiqui said. “Look for shade. Make sure it hasn’t been tampered with and, when you’re satisfied that I’m telling you the truth, ask the question you know you want to.”
    I didn’t want to do it, mostly because Jiqui had told me to. But also because I knew what the result would be. Like I said, truth had never been a good thing for me.
    “It’s for real,” I answered. “I signed this. It’s my jeep.”
    “I kind of already named it Allen,” Royce said. “I hope that’s cool.”
    “No,” Casper said. “I don’t care if that is your signature. Which is sloppy to the point of being almost unrecognizable, by the way,” he added. “He’s lying to you.