Northern Twilight (The Highlands #5) Read Online Samantha Young

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Highlands Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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At first, the major de police and the brigadier-chef de police responsible for Gabriel’s unit and all the corruption didn’t want to cause an international scene, so that’s why they were careful with the break-ins. That’s why they hadn’t come directly for me at first. But as the journalist gathered more evidence against them, especially with Gabriel’s death making national news, they’d gotten desperate—and that’s when they’d sent those men after me.

It and the USB were the final death knell for them.

The men in question were awaiting trial. Paris was in an uproar about corruption within their police ranks. And Carianne and I had been cleared of any charges. While the man I’d slammed into the glass counter survived, I faced assault charges. But once the Highlands police reviewed all the CCTV footage, plus the evidence on the USB, they dropped the charges against me and Carianne.

And miraculously, Carianne had found love amidst it all.

“They’re in Mexico for the holidays,” I continued. “All loved up.”

“Good for her.”

I frowned, studying Eilidh. There were dark circles under her eyes but more worryingly, she’d lost that sparkle in them. “What’s wrong, Eils?”

“Nothing.” She forced a smile and then placed a hand on my bump. “My wee niece is growing in there, so I’m nothing but happy.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Eilidh glanced at the others to make sure they weren’t listening. They weren’t. The living room was a cacophony of multiple conversations going on at once, while Halsey played in the background. My soon-to-be sister-in-law gave me a sharkish grin. “What do you want to hear, Callie? That I’m wildly fucking unhappy when I should be the happiest girl in the world?”

My stomach dropped. “Eilidh⁠—”

“I’m kidding.” She gulped down the rest of her champagne and wiped her mouth. “I’m going to be an aunt, two of my favorite people are getting married next year, I have five million followers on Instagram, a quarter of whom just come there to hate me because they think my uncles got me where I am, a quarter whom come to love on me, a quarter of them come to sexually harass me, and a quarter of them because they think I’m really the character I played on the show. I have offers for work coming out of my ears when most of my friends can’t get an audition, so I am grateful, and I am happy. My life is what dreams are made of. Where is the champagne?” Eilidh marched into the kitchen, in search of more alcohol.

When I turned back from watching her, I met Aunt Allegra’s gaze. She came over. “Everything okay with Eilidh?”

“Do you think she’s drinking a bit too much?” I worried my lip.

“Is there a reason she would be?”

“I think she’s miserable.” I shrugged sadly. “And too proud to let anyone help.”

“Maybe I can try.” Allegra gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Go enjoy your party.”

I tried, but the nagging worry over Eilidh wouldn’t leave me.

I said as much when Lewis came to pick me up. At twenty-nine weeks pregnant, I still had a pretty neat bump, but there was a noticeable difference in the size of the bump from two weeks ago. The tight, full feeling in my stomach was weird, but the whooping sensation I felt anytime our baby girl moved was the strangest, most wonderful thing. When she kicked, I’d grab anybody in the vicinity to feel it, too, like no one else had ever experienced pregnancy before. Thankfully, everyone so far had been happy to indulge me.

Lewis had gotten more careful with me the bigger my bump grew.

Even as I explained my worries about Eilidh, I could see it took him a second to process it because he was making sure I was safe and comfortable in the car, the back of which was overflowing with gifts. We’d have to make a second trip to collect the rest because everyone had spoiled us.

As he started the engine, Lewis asked, “What makes you think Eilidh’s unhappy?”

“She literally said ‘I’m wildly fucking unhappy.’”

Her brother shot me an alarmed look.

“Then she went ‘Just kidding’ before downing her third glass of champagne.”

Lewis sighed heavily. “I’ll talk to Mum and Dad. Did it put a damper on your baby shower?”

I shrugged. “I’m always going to care more about Eilidh than a party.”

“Which is why I love you.” He reached over to smooth a hand over my knee. “Eilidh will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

At that, I relaxed. Because I knew Lewis meant it. We chatted about the party, the gifts, and what the guys had been up to at their version of a baby shower. Lewis got a bit evasive on that, and I pestered him for information.

“Will you stop?” He laughed as we pulled up to our house in the woods.

“You’re not telling me what you got up to with the guys and it’s weird,” I huffed as I got out of the car before he could help me. Lewis rounded the bonnet, anyway, and I waved him off. “Not an invalid, sweetheart.”


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