Chapter 1
Luke was patient. If he hadn't been, he would have lost his mind or been killed decades ago. It was lucky for him that he knew to wait for luck. And wait he had.
He had been so careful in the past, but he had lost focus and a savior found him.
Carlisle Cullen had raised him from his deathbed and taken him away from the pain and given him salvation. Yes, he owed Carlisle. And life would have continued—or rather, perhaps it was death now?—If it hadn't been for the nosy teen who couldn't stay out of people's heads. Thoughts were private and he had done his penance—with a few slips. Everyone was fallible. There had been no call for what had followed.
But there was call for what would come.
Perched in a doorway, the overcast clouds filled the afternoon sky as he observed two girls eating at a sandwich café across the street. One was average. Curly hair, regular features, talked too much. The other was what held his attention. Quieter, with a soft-featured quality, she sipped her drink and added insight to the conversation. Her movements were even soft. Until she knocked over her soft drink that was.
So this was the one. Finally after all this time, the mind reader had gained a soft spot.
He pushed away from the wall and crossed the street without regard for the traffic.
And what a beautifully delicate soft spot it was.