Charity Rain (Charity Series Book 5)(8)

By: DeAnna Kinney

She smiled in response, but I could tell she was a little puzzled by her mistake.

It just made me stay more on guard. It didn’t matter if she really caught that scent or not. We were all warned of the danger to her and to keep her safe at all costs. And that was just what I planned to do.

We helped them load their bags into the car, and then we ended the day at Happy’s for some ice cream. I was glad to see that Rain loved to eat ice cream just as much as the rest of us. She wasn’t ridiculous about gaining weight like some girls.

She was busy chatting with the girls so I took that moment to really study her without her noticing. She was the perfect size. She wasn’t very tall maybe 5’4 or so, and her slight body was small but evenly proportioned for her size. She was curvy without being too curvy. Her silky long hair was dark, almost black even, and her dark red lips stuck out in deep contrast to her pale complexion. Her eyes were very dark, but something about them was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but her eyes were strange somehow.

She glanced at me then and my eyes darted to my brothers. I quickly jumped into their conversation without even knowing what they were talking about.

“Oh really,” I said to my brothers and noticed their curious looks. They stopped talking and glared at me in annoyance. I just shrugged.

“I really like this place,” Rain suddenly said. “Can we please come here every day?” she asked, stuffing the last of her cone in her mouth with a big and satisfying smile.

Yes, I think I really like this girl.

Chapter Six


The ride back to the Drake house was quiet. The girls seemed to have things on their minds, and I didn’t really feel like asking them. I had grown very fond of them over the last few months, and I knew the feeling was mutual, but I had things on my mind as well. I was thinking back to the store. I was sure I had caught a strange scent, but it was gone as soon as it came. The truth is that wasn’t the first time it had happened to me. There were times in Alaska where I had sworn I had caught a strange scent, but the pack could never find anything. It always left me with a feeling of insecurity. I know my dad said my gifts were still developing and none of us knew exactly what they would be yet since I was the first vampire/werewolf child ever born—that they knew of anyway. But the insecurity that was plaguing me was there nonetheless, and I hated it. I wanted to be a help to the pack, but I wasn’t really even sure what I could offer them.

I suddenly found myself thinking back to the way Darrow had reacted when I told them I had caught the strange scent. It made me feel really nice the way he jumped into action to protect me. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. His super good looks were quite distracting as well. I had to really make myself concentrate on the others around me. I sensed he tried hard to be a good leader, and when it counted, the others listened and trusted his judgement. He reminded me a lot of the stories I had heard over the years about Levi. He seemed a lot like his father, dimples included.

The next morning Deacon showed up at my door asking if I wanted him to take me on a tour of the facility. The truth is I had been meaning to get around to taking a tour anyway, so I accepted. He was so adorable. It didn’t take me long to pick up on his quirky personality. That was one of my gifts that I had developed early in life. I could sense peoples’ personality, but I had to be around them for a period of time first. He was a character like his momma. He was strong willed for sure, and he liked to have fun. He didn’t like being serious very much, and he liked to play jokes on people, especially his brothers.

I could tell he liked me, but he was unsure about me at the same time. Like maybe he had some slight reservations or something. He brushed against me a few times as we walked through the hallways. I thought he did it on purpose, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit that for sure. What I did know was he was curious about me. I didn’t blame him really. I mean I was part werewolf, but the rest of me was vampire. Who knew what might become of me and what gifts and powers I may yet possess?

“So,” I began as we continued on our tour, “is it true that your mom and dad have a heart connection?”

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