I held the switchblade carefully between my hands, weighing it across my palms and tilting it back and forth in the morning sunlight. It streamed through my childhood bedroom window, slanting across my bed and catching the silver of the blade.
I’d left Sierra’s feeling uneasy last night. I’d checked the back of my car for intruders at least ten times before I’d settled myself in the driving seat, and even then I’d felt the need to continue checking over my shoulder.
My Dads had both been asleep by the time I’d got back, and I was glad I hadn’t had to talk to them, even though I’d wanted to ask if Diamond and Trigger had uncovered anything useful on their trip so far. I couldn’t shift the description of the vampire from my mind, and, paired with the re-appearance of my knife and the nagging feeling that I was forgetting something – something huge – from my night with Cyrus, I&r
The diner was crowded, full of locals who were full of gossip. I had to push my way through to get to the staff room at the back of the building, and I immediately regretted coming in through the front. It was early afternoon, which wasn’t usually a busy time for Ella’s, and, though it was bright and sunny outside, creeping through the wet leaf mulch and around the bins out the back felt less dignified than entering through the front doors, with the flickering neon sign overhead.“They say he jumped,” one old man was saying to another."I heard that he was pushed," the other man retorted.“Ben, his name was,” said a middle-aged woman, before taking a tiny sip of her coffee. She looked up at me as I passed, and I smiled at her politely.Mae was behind the counter, and, despite the crowd, she was leaning against the bar and chatting idly to an older couple, who had l
“Cyrus is here?”My bones locked into place, and I froze. I wasn’t prepared to see him, not yet, and I’d wanted a few hours of freedom from my thoughts. I wanted to dip in and out of idle conversation with the locals, focusing on taking orders and making coffee, not taking out vampires and making enemies.“Oh, is that his name?” Mae smiled. “Yeah, he’s out there somewhere amongst the old-timers. Come on, let’s get us both a hot coffee and we’ll work the room. I think dinner will be the busiest time, so if you want to talk to Cyrus you’ll have to take your break before or after the rush.”I nodded. “That’s fine. I can ask him to leave?”“Don’t worry about that. He’s a paying customer, and he’s not been stingy on the tips so far, either. It just seems like he has something to say that&rsquo
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I yanked myself backwards, stumbling in my sudden effort to avoid any and all contact with Cyrus’s lips. The damage was done – they’d touched – but a brush couldn’t be called a kiss, and my momentarily lapse in sense and reason could be forgiven, perhaps, if it was only a brush of lips, and not a kiss.“Callie,” he murmured, his tone laced with concern. I winced.“I’m sorry, Cyrus.” I took an uneasy step backwards. “I can’t do this.”“But you want to.” His voice had warped, the concern twisting into smugness. There was a tiny smile playing about his lips, too, even as his eyes softened with sadness. “I’m sorry for pushing you. I shouldn’t have.”“This isn’t your fault,” I sighed. His smile dropped.“I thought you would have let the blame lie wi
“I can’t believe she’s dead.” I wrung my hands together, cracking my knuckles one by one. We’d failed her, and the guilt choked me. First Old Tim, and now Bethan.I couldn’t help but feel as though this was some sort of twisted punishment for my indiscretions with Cyrus. We’d not kissed, not quite, but the intention was there, and it was clear. By the time I’d got home I’d received a text message from Harper, too, and I’d shut my phone off without so much as looking at it.I’d parked hurriedly, desperate to get inside, to speak to my Dads and find out what, exactly, had happened to Bethan. But once I’d turned off the engine I’d found myself unable to move, my legs turned to lead and my muscles stuck.I’d dropped my head against the cold steering wheel, bumping my forehead and narrowly avoiding the angry pink line down the side
I need to talk to you.That was all Harper’s text message had said. There were none of his usual spelling mistakes, none of his slang, and, worst of all, there was none of his warmth.I was in the backseat of my Dads' car, on the way to Torre’s house to view Bethan’s body. I had a stack of notes that Sierra had sent over to me, first thing in the morning. I’d asked if she’d wanted to come, but she’d turned her nose up at the thought of seeing a dead body up close and personal. I supposed that I would have been disturbed by it once, too, but now Bethan was presumed to be a dead vampire, rather than a dead human, I felt utterly unbothered. I’d seen hundreds of dead vampires since learning about the supernatural, and I’d cope when I saw this next one, too.In fact, the mystery surrounding Bethan and her apparent sudden reappearance as a vampire was the least of
Seeing Bethan’s body, grey and bloated, in Torre’s house had been horrifying. Her fangs had protruded from her blue lips, and her glassy eyes had stared up at the ceiling, unseeing.Somehow, knocking on my own front door was worse.“Harper?” I called out, edging through the doorway as though some unknown force was desperately trying to yank me back out of it. My boots sounded too loud against the welcome mat, the thick soles clunking through the worn material and hitting the floor with little to cushion them.We’d messaged back and forth when we’d been making the arrangement to meet, but other than that we hadn’t spoken at all. The last message he’d sent me with any meaning behind it had been his cryptic I need to talk to you, and since then we’d both carefully avoided the subject. I’d found peace in the not-knowing, though I was certain that the words
I was adrift, cast aside by the murmuring waves and the thrashing riptide. I thought of Ben, of the blood leaving his body, and I thought that this must be how it feels: the ebb of life, draining slowly away, leaving your fingertips cold and your heart numb.Harper knew. Of course he did; I’d loved him because of his sweetness, but he was intelligent, too, and more perceptive than I gave him credit for. Harper knew, and my world was crumbling around me.“Cals, look – I know there’s something going on with you and that guy.”One sentence, and my world was irrevocably changed.“There isn’t,” I said, but my shoulders were too stiff, and the words sounded false to my own ears. I sighed. “I… I don’t know what it is.”I’d almost been ready to admit to myself that my feelings for Cyrus were more than my feeli