Wave of Memories: The Sons of the Zodiac Read Free Page B

what they had together down in the process.
    “So it’s about revenge?” Montana added.
    “More or less.” When no one said anything, Meg added, “Likely more, though. I let loose the full extent of my powers. Tyrus won’t rest until he destroys me.”
    “Why not go after him first?” Montana voiced the unspoken question.
    “He’s crafty and he’s stayed hidden. Because he’s not human any longer, I can’t find him through his depravity to mete out his punishment. Instead, I’m forced to wait until he acts.”
    Meg paused, then added with a quick look toward Montana, “I know how you took care of Arturo several months ago. I can’t fight an immortal on my own and I thought . . .”
    “That we could help,” Callie added quickly. “And you’re right.”
    Now Aidan did speak, knowing he couldn’t hold back the words if he’d tried. “Help, Meg? Or absolution?”
    “I don’t deserve that.” Meg ran one slim finger around the edge of her plate, before lifting her gaze to his. “But I had nowhere else to go.”

CHAPTER TWO
    Meg stared into the mug of tea she held as she leaned against the old, ornately carved headboard. Steam rose in what should have been a comforting arc, but she couldn’t find ease in the soothing ritual. Callie had prepared a space for her in one of their many guest rooms but despite the enormous—and comfy—four poster bed and crackling fire, she couldn’t relax.
    Couldn’t calm her thoughts.
    Tonight had been far worse than she’d imagined. Coming here, Meg knew she’d have to eat crow. She also knew she deserved it.
    But she hadn’t expected the absolute lack of warmth in Aidan’s gaze. Those blue eyes, once such a powerful indicator of his feelings for her, were now bleak and cold.
    She knew she should take comfort in the fact they’d given her sanctuary and enjoy the feeling while it lasted. Or take solace in the fact that she was safe for the moment, protected by a group of warriors almost as ancient as she was.
    But no matter how hard she tried, her wild thoughts kept reverting to dinner. The dark, accusing look in Aidan’s rich blue eyes as he stared at her and the heavy hunch of his shoulders as he sat at the head of the table.
    How could she have forgotten just how formidable he was?
    He’s the reason you came here
, her conscience whispered.
But no matter what you do, you can’t make it right.
    As Meg felt the sharp, heavy press of tears fill her throat, she got up from the bed. She’d been down this path more times than she could ever count over the centuries, and nothing could change the past.
    Their past.
    But she was done apologizing for her actions. Done apologizing for something for which she held only part of the blame.
    The wave of self-righteous anger carried her from the room and down to the first floor. The kitchen, once again pristine after the large meal they’d shared, was lit by nothing but a soft light glowing over the stove.
    Restless yet uninterested in something more to eat or drink, she continued to drift through the darkened house. Like a wraith, she moved through the dining room, back through the foyer until she reached the opposing hallway that ran from the old brownstone’s entryway.
    Her eyes alighted on the library she’d noted earlier and she moved toward it, immediately comforted by the thought of perusing the shelves and curling up with a book. Similar to the kitchen, a small light was left burning in the room, lending a soft, rosy glow to the rows of books and large leather couch that dominated the middle of the cavernous space.
    Brightly colored spines of hardcovers called to her and Meg crossed the room, focused on what she believed was the latest Stephen King.
    The laconic voice nearly had her screaming as her hands closed around the King. “Looking for a little gruesome reading this evening? I hadn’t taken you for the type.”
    Book forgotten, Meg whirled toward the voice.
    Aidan.
    She kept her voice