Danville Horror: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

had enough flashbacks for one day, and I wasn’t certain my brain could handle much more. So I made up my mind to get ready for bed. It took me no time at all to get into my pajamas. And after I passed on brushing my teeth, I curled up under the soft covers, closed my eyes, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
    What seemed like minutes later, my cell rang, waking me out of my bliss. I fumbled for my handbag that I had put on the floor by the bed before I had fallen asleep, and I answered it. “Hello,” I rasped, rolling over onto my back.
    “Hey,” Mike’s deep, southern voice came from the other end, and my body stiffened in response. “Sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was. But I gotta tell ya somethin’, Pat.” He was silent for a second and I yawned, waiting for him to continue. “Is someone there with ya?”
    “No,” I breathed, “I was just yawning. What did you want to tell me?”
    “They made me Alpha,” he answered, and I could hear the pride in his voice.
    I, on the other hand, was stunned into silence.
    “Pat?” he breathed. “You still there?”
    I nodded. “Yes, I’m here. That’s great. I’m so happy for you.” Mike was meant to be Alpha from the beginning, but he left to become a vampire’s lawyer. So I’m sure after they found out that Stag was dead, the pack just voted for Mike to take his rightful place.
    “They just appointed me,” he said, excited. “I can’t believe I actually get a second chance to do this. But there’s somethin’ I gotta talk to you about, and I can’t do it over the phone. Can I come there?”
    I could feel the blood drain from my face, and I was happy he wasn’t there to see it. “Not a good idea right now. Especially since we’re supposed to be taking a break. I don’t think I could handle what you have to say and this wedding all at once. Sorry.”
    “Oh.” He sounded sad, and I had a feeling he was rubbing his tan neck. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, bébé. It’ll keep for now.” Someone called him. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” he yelled back and then returned to our conversation. “I gotta go.”
    “Okay,” I sighed, a little relieved.
    “Oh, and before I forget, Sam called and asked me to tell you to call him as soon as possible. He said that you asked him to do a thing for you, and he wants to talk ya about it.” He paused for a minute. “What thing did ya ask ‘em to do?”
    “It’s nothing,” I comforted him, but it was most certainly not nothing. “You should go.”
    “Yeah,” he let out in a breath, “you’re right. You’re always right. I love you.”
    “Me too,” I managed to say, but all I could think of was getting ahold of Samuel. “I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”
    “Bye,” he said, sounding despondent, and then he hung up.
    I shook my head, exhausted, and looked at my phone’s clock. It was one-thirty in the morning. He would be up, but I really didn’t want to talk to him. “You have to,” I scolded myself. I then bit the bullet and called the house. Chloe, the cook and resident witch in the Hamptons house of dread and debauchery, was the one to answer.
    “Hello,” she said in her French accent, “Mr. Satané’s residents. How may I help you?”
    “Hi, Chloe, is he in?”
    “Mrs. Satané?”
    “Ms. Wyatt now,” I corrected.
    “So sorry, Ms. Wyatt. Oui , he is in. Would you like to…” she paused for a second. “He wants to speak to you.”
    “I figured he would.”
    “Patricia,” Samuel’s deep voice sent shivers down my spine, “to what do I owe this honor?”
    “Cut the crap, Samuel. What the hell happened to Tina?” I had entrusted him with one job, erasing my best friend’s, Christina Iglesias’, memory of all vampire and werewolf stuff. But it seemed as though he couldn’t even do that right.
    “She persuaded me that you would be better off having a friend who understood what you were going through, and I agreed. After all,” he almost cooed, “I am always looking