Reparation of Sin: A Sovereign Sons Novel, Zavarelli, A. [easy books to read in english txt] 📗

waving happily. It puts a smile on my own face to see her. To feel so welcome.

“Ivy!” she calls out when I step out of the car, and we hug halfway up the path to her porch. “I’m so glad you came!”

“Me too. It’s good to see you.” She draws back, and I look down at the huge belly between us. “How is it going?”

“Still pregnant.” She turns, takes my hand, and we walk back toward the house like we’ve known each other forever. “I’m a few days late. This little guy doesn’t want to leave. I’m evicting him if he’s not out by Saturday,” she says, rubbing her belly affectionately.

I raise my eyebrows.

“They’ll induce if I don’t go into labor naturally by then.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be fine either way.”

“Yes, it will. I just wish he’d come already. I’m anxious to meet him.”

“Do you have a name picked out?”

She smiles. “Well, Jackson thinks we’ll name him Jackson of course.” She rolls her eyes.

“Of course.”

“But I have my heart set on Benjamin. That’s my grandpa. Or was. He’s gone now, and he was always so wonderful to me,” she says, her face falling a little. “It will be a remembrance.”

“I’m sorry he’s gone.”

“It’s okay. It’s been five years, and he had a good long life.”’

“Well, I say since you do most of the work, you get to pick the name.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling Jackson,” she says as we enter a casual sitting room. “I hope you don’t mind if we sit in here. Jackson’s got someone in his office, and I don’t want to see him if I can help it.”

“No, this is great. And your house is so beautiful.” I go to the window and look out over the vast garden. It’s a very different house than Manor De La Rosa. Much more lived in, more colorful.

“It’s my favorite one.”

“Favorite?”

“Jackson’s family has several, but they’re a little too stiff for my taste.”

“His family or the houses?”

She laughs. “You caught that.” The door opens then, and a woman walks in carrying a tray of tea, coffee, and cookies. “Thanks, Lindy,” Colette says with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Van... Colette.”

“See, it’s not so bad,” Colette teases, and the older woman smiles and leaves us alone. “Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee, please. I just woke up and haven’t had a cup yet.”

“Just woke up? It’s the afternoon.” She hands me the coffee, and I take it.

“Oh, we had a late night.”

“Did you?” She waggles her eyebrows. “I bet.”

I feel my cheeks flush.

“How did it go at The Tribunal? Jackson said they were dismissing the charges.”

“They did, but it was still nerve-wracking.”

“I can imagine. I’ve only been there as a witness for you, but that was scary even with Jackson beside me.”

“Thank you so much for what you did. To you and Jackson.”

“Of course, Ivy. I knew you couldn’t have done what they accused you of. Have they found the woman?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, they will. The Society always does in the end.”

I think about the comment The Councilor had made about the second attempt on Santiago’s life. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” She takes a bite of a cookie.

“The fire a few years ago where a lot of members died, was that a gas leak?”

“That’s what they say but…” She shrugs a shoulder. “Who knows. I’ve asked Jackson, but he’s pretty tight-lipped. So many rules.”

“Tell me about it. How long have you been married?”

“Just over a year.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so recent.”

“No? Hasn’t Mercedes filled you in?” she asks, saying Mercedes’s name with a tone that doesn’t hide how she feels.

“Mercedes and I aren’t exactly friends. She hates me, in fact.”

“Well, that makes two of us then! We’ll have to toast on that once Benjamin has vacated the premises.”

“Why doesn’t she like you?”

She glances at the door, then back at me. “Are you up for a walk?”

“Absolutely.”

She puts her tea down. I finish my coffee and do the same. We get our coats on and step out into the garden arm in arm. She glances toward one of the back windows and waves.

I turn to find Jackson standing there looking out. He raises his hand in a less enthusiastic wave.

“It’s Holton. That man always puts Jackson in a bad mood.”

“Holton?”

“Cornelius Holton,” she says in a haughty accent. “I can’t stand him, honestly. Gives me the creeps.”

“Me too.”

“You know him?”

“I wish I didn’t. Tell me about Mercedes.”

“You really don’t know any of this?”

I shake my head.

“You had to have felt the tension when Jackson and I came to your house the other day. Between Santiago and Jackson?”

“You’d have to be dead not to feel that. What’s the story?”

“Mercedes had her eye on Jackson. They dated a long time ago even though that’s not technically allowed. I think they had some make-out sessions is about the extent of it.”

“Mercedes and Jackson?” I’m shocked.

“I know. She’s an ice queen.”

“You’re being nice.”

“Well, my family only moved to New Orleans less than two years ago. We’re from Atlanta originally. I guess by then Mercedes and Jackson, although not engaged, were officially courting right up until the night he saw me.”

“What?”

“It was my family’s first event at IVI in New Orleans.”

“Love at first sight?”

“It’s what Jackson says.” Her eyes get shiny, and I feel goose bumps rise on my arms. “For me too, though.” She doesn’t say it in a gloating way. I think she’s just in love with her husband.

“Anyway, we met that night briefly, and by the next week, he’d broken it off with Mercedes. He told me he’d been wanting to for a while, but she wouldn’t accept it. She wasn’t happy about the break, obviously. And again, I don’t blame her, but it’s not like something like that can be helped. And she’s been pretty awful since.”

“Awful to you?”

Colette nods. “I don’t exactly have an abundance of friends at The Society, at least not among the women.”

“Well, I like you.”

She smiles, shrugging a shoulder. “Mercedes has done everything she can to