Atonement Sky – Psy-Changeling Trinity Read Online Nalini Singh

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
<<<<6777858687888997107>140
Advertisement


Eleri looked at the sign, then at him.

Adam didn’t blame her for the reaction—most Psy had never been close enough to changelings to understand the working structure of their packs and clans. “The leader of a clan or pack is also always the CEO of our businesses. Being wing leader isn’t only about dominance or strength—to be wing leader is to care and to protect and to tend.”

Catching a movement out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over to see Saoirse striding over dressed in a white jumpsuit that she’d accessorized with a beaded belt that had once been their mother’s. She always walked with intense purpose, his big sister. “There she is, right on time.”

Falcon stirring within, he turned to Eleri. “I’m so fucking happy that I get to introduce you to my sister.” The fury of his delight filled his heart. “Family is the foundation of a clan, the foundation of me. Let me show you a huge part of that foundation.”

Chapter 30

To recap: no fingerprints, no DNA on the pages slipped under Eleri’s door. Analysis still being done on the ink and printing itself, but the techs tell me it’s unlikely to help unless we have a machine against which to compare the documents.

But I’ve received authorization to head to Raintree. We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, Eleri.

—Message from Senior Detective Tim Xiao to the Sandman Task Force (today)

My dearest Eleri,

I’ve realized I’m disappointed at having you on my home turf. It means I have to stop our private game just when it was getting fun.

But don’t worry—our last game together will be the best of them all. I’ve prepared everything just so for you, and I can’t wait for it to begin. She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? Adam Garrett’s niece. All hair and energy and bright colors.

And clever. So, so clever.

I like them clever.

I know, I know, I’m cheating since I won’t send this letter to your task force until well after the game has ended, but it amuses me to write it nonetheless. Because here’s the thing, Eleri, you’ll never get to read this letter, never get to pore over its contents to try to figure me out.

Such a shame, but you really brought this on yourself—and on sweet Malia.

You should’ve never, ever set foot in my town.

The Sandman

Chapter 31

Forgive me, Adam, that I couldn’t bear to allow you to stand witness to my descent. I couldn’t stand for you to see me that way.

I want you to remember me as that girl in the hallway, as the woman you showed pleasure beyond pleasure under the Canyon, as the lover you fed little morsels in bed.

Sugared almonds and plum chocolates, popcorn coated in lemon meringue frosting and baked, tiny and sharply salty preserved prunes…I never knew such things existed.

I feel your grief at all whom you’ve lost, and I’m so sorry to add my name to that list—but don’t mourn me, Adam. I’m free now. Your wild bird in flight, my mind whole and my spirit no longer locked in a cage of reconditioning.

At last, I’m Eleri again.

—From the mental draft of Eleri’s farewell letter (5 a.m. today)

Eleri woke to the knowledge that she’d lived a lifetime yesterday…and to the awareness of a strange buzz at the back of her once more psychically active brain. The thoughts of the clan, pouring through psychic barriers so thin that they would tear sooner rather than later.

It didn’t matter that over three quarters of the population of the Canyon had natural shields—at this level of psychic sensitivity, the merest suggestion of a thought was enough to create pressure on the brain.

It would only get worse from here on out.

But she had enough time that she was able to have breakfast with Adam. He’d asked her to stay through the night with him, and she had. They’d shared their bodies again in that way that made her feel whole for a pulse in eternity, then lain on their sides facing each other, and he’d told her stories of his childhood, of how he’d learned to fly, and the pranks he’d pulled on the ferociously loving sister who’d grilled Eleri the day past.

Saoirse Garrett was strong, opinionated, and loyal in the fiercest way.

Eleri had expected the other woman to hate her, but Saoirse had frowned for a long time after they met, looked from her to Adam, then sucked in a gulp. “What are you playing at, Bear?” She’d slapped him on the arm, the action far too light to do any actual harm. “You just forget to tell me she’s your mate? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Chuckling, Adam had squeezed his angry sister close even as his eyes met Eleri’s over Saoirse’s curls. See, those eyes seemed to say, she senses it, too, the potential between us—it’s worth it, Eleri. Take the chance. Jump into my arms, into my world.


Advertisement

<<<<6777858687888997107>140

Advertisement