Free Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1) by Heaven Lyanne Flores Page A

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    “It is something you should discuss about with Cabel. We have no authority to give you that information.” His hands gripped the book until his knuckles were white.
    “That’s bullshit Yelson. I have been kept in the dark for my whole life. No one has ever told me anything because ‘I’m too young’ or ‘I won’t understand’. I am nineteen years old and my family was just kidnapped by some psycho who I have never even heard about but wants me dead. I think I deserve some answers!” Weldon wide eyes looked at me in shock. Obviously, no one has ever said something like that to Yelson before. Judging from the look he was giving me and his grip on the book, he wasn’t expecting it either.
    Without saying a word, he stood up, dropped the book on the table in front of me and walked out of the kitchen.
    “I should not have brought that up,” Weldon whispered looking down at his hands talking more to himself than to me.
    “What was it that you were talking about Weldon?” I asked him as I leaned against the table towards him. I wanted to know more. 
    His brown eyes glanced up at me. He looked small, and helpless. The boy in front of me was nothing like the cocky man I had met the other day. “I’m sorry, Annie, I really am. If I could tell you, I would but as Yelson said, you should discuss this with Cabel.”
    “I’m never going to get answers,” I sighed as my head lay on the table. The book of paintings sat inches from my face. I wondered why Yelson cared for it. From the way he was holding it I knew it meant something to him.
    “Don’t say that.” Weldon reached across the small table and patted my hands. I was shocked at how cold his skin was. “You just have to be patient.”
    “I’m tired of being patient,” I mumbled, raising my head up to look at the book again. “What is the book called? It doesn’t have a title.”
    “That’s the beauty of it. It is whatever you want it to be called. I call it Flor, for the flower on the front.” It is whatever you want it to be called. His words echoed in my head. I am not sure what I would name it but Flor seemed as good as anything did.
    “Hungry? I make a mean veggie soup.” Weldon’s smile was back. He did not wait for my reply before he got up and walked to the fridge. He took out some ingredients and immediately went to cooking.
    It looked funny to see him in an apron and I couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed confused as he looked at me before I pointed to his choice of clothing.
    “Hey, don’t judge me,” he said as he waved the ladle towards me before pouring his soup into two bowls.
    “Thank you,” I said as he placed a bowl of soup in front of me. I blew on it to let it cool down some. Yelson still had not come back. I guess I hurt his feeling more than I thought. I could not help but feel sorry about what I did to him. If I had known it would have had this effect on him, I would have said everything in a nicer way.
    “Can I ask you something?” I looked to Weldon who had a spoonful of soup in his mouth.
    “Yea,” he replied as soon as he finished his bite.
    “What species are you? It’s okay if you don’t want to answer me, Yelson didn’t,” I whispered the last part, moving my spoon around the bowl.
    “No one knows what he is other than Mari and Cabel. He is a very secretive person.”
    “Wouldn’t he be the same thing as Mari? They’re siblings.” 
    “They are half brother and sister. They have the same mom,” he said simply as he continued to eat his soup. “So he is only part witch.”
    “Really? What coven?” Even knowing half of what he was is a plus.
    “Siren.”
    “Oh.” The beautiful creatures who loved fire and killing. The humans almost had it right with them. The only difference was that they didn’t live by the sea. In fact, they didn’t like the water that much.
    He took another spoonful of soup before he answered my question. “I happen to be a very rare creature. Not many of my kind