Chapter 20

Liberty found Abby, Faith, and Beverly in the Great Room, all sitting in the plush, dark brown sofa and chairs, while light music wafted through the speakers.

“Hi, Liberty!” Faith said, getting up and giving Liberty a hug. Liberty almost suffocated in all the red hair cascading around them.

“Hello,” she said, smiling at the warm greeting. “I hope I’m not intruding.”

“Of course not,” Beverly said. “We’re just making lists for everything that needs to be done for Thanksgiving. Come sit down.”

Faith took Liberty’s hand and brought her over to the couch. Liberty touched the worn leather, loving the feeling of it.

“Where is the child, Killian?” Liberty asked.

Beverly smiled and held up a small device. “Naptime. We’ll know when he’s up when we hear him crying through this thing.”

“I see,” Liberty said. After a beat of silence, she asked, “What is this Thanksgiving?”

“In a nutshell, it’s a time of year when we give thanks for all we have. It’s traditionally celebrated with a huge meal, and we have a lot of mouths to feed,” Abby said.

“And a lot to be thankful for,” Faith added.

“What a wonderful celebration,” Liberty said.

“We’re happy you’ll be here with us,” Faith said, giving Liberty’s hand a squeeze.

The four of them talked a little more about the upcoming holiday, and Liberty found herself caught up in their excitement.

“So how are things going with Jovan?” Abby asked.

Liberty felt warmth on her cheeks at his name and couldn’t meet Abby’s gaze. “Oh, very well. He’s a quick study.”

“That’s good. I don’t think any of us had any idea of the strength of his gift. I always thought he could only get a glimmer of a person’s emotions if he touched you, not . . .”

Liberty had tuned out, thinking about how much she had come to like Jovan while they were sequestered in their learning session. He was a good male, an honorable Warrior to his core.

However, there was something very wrong with her when she was in his presence. She didn’t know how to describe it, except to say that at times she felt an ache in her lower belly, and there were other symptoms that led her to believe that somehow Jovan was making her ill. She could only hope he would learn to control his gift during the sleeping hours so she could move into her own abode.

She eyed the pretty doctor, Beverly. She wanted to ask Beverly what had happened during Killian’s birth, but she didn’t have the courage and it wasn’t any of her business.

She thought she should probably get examined for her strange symptoms that Jovan was causing, but she wasn’t sure who to go to. Cohen was a healer of her people, but he was also incapacitated at the moment being an SR44 male without his mate. Besides, she would feel better speaking to a female regarding her illness. It was her understanding that Beverly was a healer of humans, but also helped the Warriors with medical issues. Yes, she would talk to Beverly when there was a free moment.