Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Delilah and I meet with the bakery managers in the afternoon and make sure they understand all of

their responsibilities, give them back up contact information, and reassure them we trust them

completely. It's the first time we are both going to be gone at the same time, so we do our best to hide

our nerves and give them as much encouragement as possible. We help prep dry ingredients for a

couple hours so there will be less work for them to do without us there.

Marco holds the back door open for us when we are ready to leave. Bronx's midnight blue Aston Martin

Superleggera is idling in the alley. Bronx tinted the windows dark enough that I can’t see him inside, but

I can’t imagine him letting anyone else drive it. I1look down the alley and don’t see any of the sedan’s

the guards usually drive, except the one Marco drove us to the bakery in. Bronx's car only has two

seats. He had to have it specially made because he is so tall. There's definitely no room for guards.

“He said it's a surprise and no guards tonight,” Marco shrugs, feigning innocence.

“You knew? Delilah? Are you in on this too?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Je ne sais pas de quoi vous parlez [I don’t know what you are talking about |," she shrugs as well, but

doesn’t feign innocence nearly as well as Marco. Probably because of the light blue color in her eyes.

I look down and realize I’m wearing leggings, a black zip-up hoodie with flour streaks where the apron

didn’t completely cover me, and a purple t- shirt with the bakery logo on it. I feel my face flush, knowing

I'm about to get in a car that costs more than most people’s homes, looking like this. Delilah licks her

thumb and wipes some sugar off the side of my face, and helps me fix my ponytail.

“You two are traitors,” I growl a little at them when Bronx steps out of the car looking drop dead

gorgeous in a dark gray suit with a white shirt. He walks over to the back door of the bakery and takes

my hand, giving it a little kiss. The little sparks from his lips touching my hand make my face feel hot. I

breathe out a deep breath, feeling self- conscious with Bronx giving me this type of attention in front of

Marco and Delilah.

“Don't worry, boss, I'll have her home by midnight,” he winks at Marco before leading me to the

passenger side of his car and opening the door for me.

He gets in the driver side and leans over, putting my seatbelt on for me, “ Bronx, where are we going?

I'm dressed for work, not to go anywhere I need to be dressed up.” °

He takes my hand and kisses it again and gives me a sexy smile, “Don’t worry, Baby. You don’t need to

be dressed up. I just have a little surprise for you, not to mention, I wanted to spend some time with

you.”

He revs the engine and slowly makes his way out of the alley, “If you're worried about what I thought

about your outfit, you haven't seen how many photographers are out front today. They caught wind I

was on my way here.” “Oh, crap,” I take a second to decide. If I try to hide my face, stories will come

out that there is some reason for me to hide. If I accept my fate and let them take my picture with no

mind, they might say that I'm not feeling well, but they may just say I’m too comfortable around my

husband and I need to try harder if I don't want to lose him. Right? I choose to accept my fate. I wiggle

out of the dirty hoodie and shove it onto the floor. As Bronx pulls out of the alley, dozens of flashes go

off in front of us. I realize as I squint at the lights that most of them are being directed toward Bronx, not

me.

“Bronx, is this the first time you've been in the human world without an eyepatch on?” I ask through my

teeth, giving a big grin for the cameras as the car crawls forward. Bronx goes as slowly as possible,

trying to avoid hitting anyone who's leaning over the car to take pictures.

“Yeah, why do you- oh. Right. We, uh, we need to come up with some sort of alibi,” he looks at me with

a smirk, " Miracle recovery?"

“Experimental surgery?” I raise my eyebrows.

“How about a prosthetic eye?” He sticks his bottom lip out at the idea.

“Yeah, that’s probably more believable. Otherwise they are going to post stories about you stealing one

of Lenora’s eyeballs or something as equally ridiculous,” I nod in agreement. “Agreed. You wanna talk

to them real quick? It's the only way they're going to let us through. Besides, they all like you,” he blinks

hard at the flashes still going off.

I resist rolling my eyes at him and roll down the window partway.

“Hi guys! Can you let us through, please?” I ask in a pleading voice, giving them my best smile.

“Kas, where you two love birds headed?” “Where are your guards?” “Is it date night?” "Do you have an

appointment?" They all speak at once.

“Yeah, a surprise date night,” I look at Bronx with a smile. He squeezes my hand and smiles back at

me.

“Mister Mason, where's your eye patch?” One photographer finally asks. Bronx points below his fresh

eye, “ Prosthetic eye. Looks real, doesn’t it?” “Yes, sir. It sure does.” “Who is your doctor?” “What

company made it for you?” "Kas, do you like his new look?" The photographers all start speaking at the

same time again.

“Okay guys, please let us through. You can get pics of us on the red carpetina couple of weeks in

Greece. We are going to the Santoro Enterprises charity event,” I ignore their questions and give a little

wave before closing the window. Satisfied with the prospect of getting pictures of us at a formal event,

the sea of photographers parts and we can drive away.

“You're so good at that,” he says, kissing my hand again.

“Thank you. Good enough to be told where the heck we are going?”

“Oh, you're not that good, Mrs. Mason,”he winks at me as he gets on the highway and slams on the

accelerator so no one can follow us.

I watch the passing landscape as he drives, the beautiful mountains painted with tree leaves turning

the distinctive colors of autumn. My mind wanders as I think about the trees at the end of this cycle of

their life, getting ready fora long winter's sleep before they are reborn in the spring.

The thoughts lead to my sisters in a similar phase. Preparing for the end of this life to be born anew.

Preparing to end their reign as powerful leaders caring for others, only to become vulnerable children

who need protection themselves. I consider my role among these women and how my actions have

affected their lives in the past and will continue in the future. I now understand the reasons for my past

actions, but were they my decisions to make? The implications have lasted and will continue to last for

centuries.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bronx quietly pulls my attention, giving mea quick look, then turning his

eyes back to the road. I realize my cheeks are wet with tears and quickly wipe them away. “Bronx, you

think I’m a good person, right? Like, you know I would never hurt anybody on purpose, regardless of

my abilities or not. Right?” I lace my fingers together and watch my hands. My breath gets heavier as I

try to compose myself, but my voice wavers when I speak, “I-I want to be a good mom to Cora. I mean,

I know I’m not her actual mother, but I kind of am. It's important to me to just be a good example for

her. I don't want her to grow up thinking that...I-I don’t know...”

I look up and realize Bronx has pulled over on the side of the highway. I can't read his expression. He

taps the steering wheel with his fingers a few times, then gets out of the car and comes over to my

side. He opens my door and squats on the ground next to me. 1 lift my arms slightly when he leans in

to unbuckle my seatbelt. He puts his hands on my hips and gently turns me to face him.

“Kas, I have never met a more caring, compassionate werewolf in my life. I don’t care about the name

of your faction or what it has represented in the past. All I care about is who you are now and you are

perfect. I’m not just saying that because I'm your mate. I’m saying that because I don’t think you realize

the effect you have on the people around you. You are such a good person, that you make the people

around you better people too.”

“You mean because of my abilities?” I sniffle, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Actually, I think it's the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies,” he smirks.

Bronx cracks jokes so rarely that I can’t help but laugh. Unfortunately, letting myself laugh lets other

emotions go, too. Tears stream down my face while I confess how I really feel, “Bronx, I know I have no

control over it, but I’m scared of the future. What if I can’t be there for Cora? Like, the way she needs

me until she’s old enough to be on her own. All my lives have been so short. W-what if I die before-I

mean-”

“Kas, it's all going to be okay. You just need to have faith. In the Moon Goddess, yourself, and even the

people around you. We are all supporting you and nothing will change. Especially after Cora is reborn.

She will bea welcome part of our pack until she is ready to find Dante and go out on her own,” he leans

forward and wraps his arms around my waist, bringing his face is much closer to mine. I look at how

beautiful his eyes are as he admires me and how his olive skin tone creates shadows in the perfect

places around his face to make him look so handsome.

“If there is anything that prevents you from being there, just know that she won't be on her own. I

promise. There will always be wolves in our pack who are there for her. Regardless of what the future

holds for us,” he caresses my face, letting our mate bond comfort me along with his words, “I don’t care

how many premonitions you have. We don’t truly know what the future holds for us. We just have to

live our lives to the fullest and enjoy the time we have left.”

He always knows just what to say. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “Thank you,

Bronx. I love you.”

“I love you too, Kas. Forever,” he murmurs in my ear. He pulls me tightly against him and rubs my back

until I kiss his cheek and let him go, “Ready to go now?”

“Are you going to tell me where we're going?”

“Nice try, but nope,” he puts my seatbelt on, then goes around to the driver's side, and pulls back out

onto the highway.