Donald: Dalton’s Kiss: Vampire Paranormal Romance (Dalton's Kiss Book 3) by Kathi Barton (motivational books to read .TXT) 📕
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I don’t know why they’d have to go and read them in a book. Every troll in the land is here. What I find funny is that none of them seem to have any sympathy for any of the family of River and Bea. She told him that was sad and also expected. Yes, I suppose so. I was wondering about your plans for after this trial. If it ever ends.
I do have plans. The things I ordered are arriving daily. I’ve been putting this crap away since you left here. By the way, you’re going to be cutting down boxes when you return, not for the trash bin, but for the faeries. They’ve taken quite a shine to this stuff. The bubble wrap is the real hit. I think they’re adding it to their playgrounds. He could see them jumping on it to hear it pop. Smiling to himself, he thought of what they might be doing with the cardboard. Tonight we’re going to figure out who the person is that is ordering the hits on me. I think I might have an idea, but right now, I’m trying hard to keep an open mind. Kelly and the other women are going to be helping me. Along with Bancroft’s grannie. She’s a hoot, by the way.
He didn’t have a clue, and that bothered him more than anything. Thinking about the death of Cody, he wondered if anyone would ever be able to look at CJ again without equating her with the way she’d killed the little creature. He would have thought it impossible to make such a small thing suffer the way he had, but then he’d never had to kill a troll before. Looking up when he heard the others shuffling around, he hoped it was the end. Not that he was looking forward to his part in this, but he wanted to just be home.
“We’re breaking for lunch,” Bancroft told him. That was another thing he didn’t care for. They assumed that since he and some of the others were vampires, they needed to line up people for them. It was wrong in so many ways that he’d had to go away and have some time alone. “How about we go out in the gardens? I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you. It’s not important, but it’s just that I want your input on it.”
“Sure.” They were seated out in the most beautiful gardens he’d ever seen. The colors were bright and bold. The arrangement of the different plants seemed never-ending. It was difficult to tell where one plant ended and the other began. They blended so well as a whole. When Bancroft didn’t start right away, Don told him what he’d been learning about since he’d gotten here. “Did you know there are at least a thousand faeries around you at any given time? I had no idea. Melisandre has been teaching me how to see them. I have magic for that, too, in the event you’re wondering. It allows me to see them in a way that makes it easier for—”
“I have a plan.” Nodding at Bancroft, he let him tell him rather than asking for details. Like what sort of plan did he have? Was it something to do with today? “Once, when I was a younger vampire, I purchased a great deal of land along the oceans. It wasn’t all that expensive, but back then, no one was thinking they’d enjoy swimming in it. And those that did only went there when they needed a bath. Anyway, this plan I have is to sell it to put in hotels along the ocean for all of us to use. It would be a place where any of us could go and—”
“What are you talking about? I’m reasonably sure there are laws regarding that, but that’s not the point. You’re stalling. Tell me or not, but I’m here to listen if you want me to.” He nodded and looked away before starting. “Bancroft, you’re scaring me. What the hell is wrong?”
“I’m going to be a father.” Don waited. He was as well, but they’d not shared that information with anyone as yet. “I don’t have a lot of memories of my own parents. I’m terrified I’m going to fuck this up. What if one of my kids turns out to be like some of the ones we see here?”
“First of all, duh on you being a father. I think we all have noticed that Kelly is carrying around something. Secondly, you do know that you always fuck up your first one.” Bancroft told him he wasn’t helping. “Not my job, buddy, to make you feel good about being a parent. But the truth is, we’re all terrified of that coming into our lives. And that’s a good thing. I think people who don’t think about being a good parent at least twenty times a day aren’t going to be one. A good parent, I mean. Sheesh, Bancroft, I don’t have any children, and every time I see one, I want to study it. I mean, like take it home and figure out how to take care of it. However, in all my trying to figure a kid out, I’ve noticed that they’re all different. Even kids growing up in the same house could have a different personality for each one of them. That boggles the mind if you ask me.”
“You aren’t helping me the least bit now. What the hell do you mean, they could all be different? Do people raise their kids differently?” Don told him, of course, they did. “I could stake you right now. I’m not kidding one bit either. I could ram a stake through you and not think another thing about it.”
“That’s because we’re
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