His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 217

#Chapter 217: The Dark Images

Edrick

I hated to leave Moana behind, but I missed too much at work while she was in the hospital. Now that she was safely at home, I only needed to go to the office for a couple of hours to deal with some meetings.

Unfortunately, those couple of hours quickly turned into a full day of work. By the time I headed home, it was already starting to get dark out. All I could think about was getting home to Moana and my daughter and spending the rest of the evening with them.

However, when I got home things seemed incredibly… off.

The penthouse was dark and quiet when I arrived. It wasn’t that late, which was a bit confusing. But as I started to make my way through the penthouse and found Selina sitting in the kitchen by herself with only a lamp illuminating the room, I quickly realized why everything felt so strange.

Selina was sitting with her back turned to the kitchen door, but I could tell instantly from the way that her shoulders were shaking that she was crying silently. She stopped when she heard me coming, but I knew that she was crying. No matter how quickly she tried to wipe away her tears and smile, it was too obvious.

“Hungry?” she asked, getting up and wiping her hands on her apron. “Sit down. I’ll make you something.”

I slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down, watching as the old housekeeper scurried around and began preparing a meal. It was strange to see her acting so emotionally; she was normally such a stoic and stern person as long as I had known her, and yet since she met Moana that seemed to change. It seemed as though she was beginning to see Moana as something like her own daughter, and it was clear that the warehouse incident and the three day long hospital stay were both getting to her. But I could tell that something else was wrong.

“What’s going on?” I asked suddenly, unable to contain my curiosity.

Selina made a face as she clicked on the burner on the stove and spread butter on some bread to start making a grilled cheese. “What are you talking about?” she said. It was clear that she was hiding something, judging by the look on her face.

“Tell me what it is, Selina,” I said. “Is something wrong?”

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“She took some of her medicine and she’s sleeping now,” Selina replied. “I called the doctor and he came and checked on her. He says that her vitals are fine, but he left the name and number of a… hypnotherapist who can supposedly help. But I don’t believe in that sort of stuff. I think she needs a more straightforward approach.”

For a few moments, I stared at the back of the old housekeeper’s head, at the perfectly round, gray bun that rested just at the nape of her neck. She tersely shoved a spatula under the grilled cheese that she was cooking and moved the sandwich to a plate before clicking off the stove and turning back to face me. But by the time she did that, I was already gone. I ignored her calls and stormed into my office, where I shut and locked the door.

My mate wasn’t crazy. I had seen this knife before, and I was sure of it. I could sense it; it had to have some sort of significance. Yes, Moana’s trauma in the warehouse was sure to cause her plenty of problems, and I was still going to get her some help, but this felt different. That night in the warehouse, she had marked me. I remembered when I finally healed and I stood up, Ethan picked her up by her throat and was choking her when a bright golden light burst out of her and blasted him backwards, throwing him to the ground. That night, it was very likely that her Golden Wolf abilities were beginning to surface; and maybe this drawing was a depiction of more of her abilities coming to light.

It seemed to me that Moana may have begun having visions, and the depiction of this strange knife with the wolf head handle could be significant to her future.