Tyson: An Ariel Kimber Novella
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Right now, as I stood inside the piece of shit building I'd stupidly bought out of guilt, I took in the immense beauty that was my family.
Julian and Uncle Quint were at the back wall, standing in front of the many bookshelves. Their heads were pressed close together and bent over an open book Uncle Quint held aloft in his hands. His lips moved but the words were so quietly spoken that they didn't drift far enough my way for my ears to hear.
Something essential to life settled in my chest as Uncle Quint looked up at me, smirked, then tipped his head back down to his book.
I placed my hand to my chest with my palm over my heart as my eyes moved away from my Uncle and his best friend.
Dash was behind the front counter with Damien. He had his ass up on a wooden stool in front of the register, his feet on the bottom rung. He watched Damien move his hands around dramatically with a glimpse of amusement with patient eyes. Dash looked settled and like a man who was resigned to his fate, a few he was amused by but was going to pretend to be annoyed by.
I smiled as I looked away from them and my gaze moved to where it had started out, on the twins. The twins and now Ariel.
Ariel sat on Addison's lap with his arms wrapped around her middle. She was cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder and her lovely green eyes aimed across the table at Abel who was cutting the tarot deck in half.
She was happy and about to get something she'd wanted for a very long time. And Abel was going to give it to her.
My eyes burned as I dropped my head down to stare at my boots, overcome with emotions. It had been what felt like forever since we'd all been together. And I couldn't remember ever having been so happy.
My family, my crazy fucking coven, were all kinds of awesome.
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