บททั้งหมดของ So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Messing with my sister had become one of my favorite past times recently. I’m not exactly sure why this was, but I seemed to be doing it at every opportunity. So, when she sat down with me to show me how to use my IAC, I had to give her a hard time. I’d basically already figured everything out within the first minute and a half of her telling me the commands, but whenever she asked me to demonstrate something for her, I had to play dumb. It was entertaining.“Okay, just go ahead and think, ‘Cadence Full On,’ and you should see my name pop up in the corner of your line of sight.”“Okay,” I said, making a face like I was really concentrating. Brandon was sitting in a chair across the room while my parents were out for an after-dinner stroll around the campus, and I think Aaron was working on something as usual.“You got it?” she asked.“I don’t know. Is it working?”“

The next few weeks passed by both slowly and at breakneck speed, depending upon the given day of the week. There were three weeks of school between Thanksgiving break’s end and Christmas break’s beginning. In that amount of time I realized how much I hated going to school and pretending to be normal when nothing was anymore. Any chance I got, I was on the IAC with Brandon, sometimes even in class, and most of my evenings I spent either talking to him or hunting through the archives, watching past hunts or reading reports. I did get to spend one more weekend during those three weeks at LIGHTS, and my parents let me go without them, which was cool. Cadence tried training me again, but even after our emotional connection, it just wasn’t working, and she handed me back over to Aurora. Since I’d finished the rest of the Thanksgiving week with her, I was happy to be back with the redhead. She just got me better. It didn’t hurt that both Jacinda and Brit had b

Brandon was already at my house Friday when I got home from school. I had packed my bag that morning before I left. It took me a few seconds to tell my mom goodbye, listen to her strict warning to be careful, and we were in the Enclave, heading out of town. I felt like a thousand pound weight had been lifted off my chest.“How’s your day been?” Brandon asked as he weaved through traffic on the highway. “Did you have a good day?”“It was fine,” I said, wishing Aaron would let him drive the Aventador, but he still didn’t trust Brandon with that particular type of vehicle for long distances yet. “But I don’t want to talk about it. Do you have any idea what’s going on with Cadence? Why couldn’t she come and get me herself.”“I’m not exactly sure,” he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “But something is up. I know that much.”“Really?” I

That night, I lay in my sister’s guest room listening to the silence around me, gripping my stuffed Grumpy Bear to my chest, thinking about the conversation I’d had with Cadence. It was weird being in her apartment without her here. The remodel was done, and now the penthouse was one ginormous apartment—which wasn’t my business, though I’d remembered my mother’s face when she’d visited at Christmas and realized what was going on. She’d said, “Well, it’s nice to have a roommate, I suppose….”That wasn’t what was really on my mind, though, as I stared up at a freshly painted white ceiling. It was the idea that I would have to do my best to eavesdrop on the enemy without being detected. Part of me found it a bit exciting, sort of like being a spy in the middle of a war. Part of me found it revolting, like listening to demons talk about picking apart their prey. I didn’t want to end up a target a

Mom and Dad both greeted us at the door. “We thought you were never coming in,” she joked, hugging me and then Brandon. My dad hugged me and shook Brandon’s hand.“Sorry,” I said. “Aaron was asking us about something, and it’s always easier for me to do one thing at a time.”“Everything okay?” she asked.“I think so,” I shrugged, moving into the foyer. “It wasn’t something we could really help him with. But he did say that Brandon can stay here tonight and skip his training tomorrow since he did it today, if that’s all right with you.”“Of course he can stay,” my mom said, patting him on the arm. “That’s what guest rooms are for.”“Thanks,” Brandon said, flashing her that smile that so reminds me of his father. “Sure beats turning around and driving right back.”“Did you have a good time?