Hes really coming? Id believe that when I saw him.
Yet my chest tightened, shot through with a jolt of adrenaline at the thought: my dad had answers no one else seemed willing to give me. But I might have known it would take an all-out catastrophe to get him stateside again. He wasnt coming to see me. He was coming to do damage control, before my aunt reversed the charges.
Uncle Brendon frowned at my obvious skepticismhe could probably see it swirling in my eyes. We called him this afternoon
I called him, Aunt Val corrected. I told him to put his ass on a plane, or Id
Youve had enough. My uncle was on his feet before I could blink, and an instant later he held his wifes mug. She slouched in her chair, eyes wide in sluggish surprise, hand still curved, as if around the cup handle. Ill get you some fresh coffee. He stopped in the threshold between the living room and dining room, Aunt Vals mug gripped so tightly his knuckles were white. Im sorry, he said to Nash. My wife isnt taking any of this well. Shes worried about the girls, and shes a friend of Meredith Coles mother.
Yeah, but she and Mrs. Cole were gym buddies, not conjoined twins. And Id hardly ever seen my aunt drink more than a single glass of wine at a timeshe said alcohol had too many calories.
Nash nodded. My mother would be upset too.
Yeah, but I bet she wouldnt be drowning in brandy.
How is your mother?
She still misses him. Nash glanced at our entwined hands, obviously uncomfortable talking about his own family.
Uncle Brendons expression softened in sympathy. Of course she does. Then he turned into the kitchen and let the subject rest.
For a moment, we stared at the carpet in silence, not quite sure what to say next. Wed hit a lull in the single most awkward conversation of my life, and I wasnt exactly eager to pick it back up.
But Aunt Val obviously was. She wouldnt have liked this. Her gaze was focused on the floor several feet in front of her chair, her arms draped over the sides, hands dangling. Id never seen her look soaimless. Limp.
My mom? Nash asked, confused, but I knew what she meant. She was talking about my mother.
Wouldnt have liked what? I asked, curious in spite of my lingering anger. No one ever seemed willing to talk about my mom in front of me.
If it had gone the other way, she would have told you the truth. But Aiden couldnt face it. He was never as strong as she was. Aunt Vals gaze found me, and I was startled by the sudden clarity in her eyes. The unexpected intensity shining through a glaze of intoxication. I never met anyone stronger than Darby. I wanted to be just like her until
Valerie! Uncle Brendon stood frozen in the doorway, a freshpresumably un-spikedmug of coffee in one hand.
Until what? I glanced from one to the other.
Nothing. She doesnt know what shes saying. He set the mug on the nearest end tablewithout a coasterand crossed the room in a blur of denim, practically exhaling frustration and anxiety. Uncle Brendon lifted his wife from her chair with an arm around her shoulders, and she tottered unsteadily, lending credence to his claim.
Yet despite her wobbly legs, her eyes were steady when they met his, and his silent censure did not escape her notice. But neither did it make her retract her statement. Whatever had just passed between them, it was crystal clear that Aunt Val did in fact know what she was saying.
Uncle Brendon half carried his wife toward the hallway. Im going to get her settled in for the night. It was good to meet you, Nash, and please give my best to your mother. He glanced pointedly at me, then at the door.
Evidently visiting hours were over.
Uncle Brendon? I had one question that couldnt wait for my father, and I wanted to be holding Nashs hand when I heard the answer, just in case.
My uncle hesitated in the doorway, and Aunt Val laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes already closed. Yeah?
I took a deep breath. What did Aunt Val mean when she said Im living on borrowed time?
Comprehension washed over him like waves smoothing out sand on the beach. You heard us this afternoon?
I nodded, and my hand tightened around Nashs.
A pained look chased his smile away, and he pulled Aunt Val straighter against him. Thats part of your fathers story. Have a little patience and let him tell it. And try to trust meVal really doesnt know what shes talking about.
I exhaled in disappointment. Fine. That was the best I was going to get; I could already tell. Fortunately, my father would be there in the morning, and this time I wouldnt let him leave without answering every one of my questions.
Get some sleep, Kaylee. You too, Nash. With the memorial, tomorrow probably wont be any easier than today was.
We both nodded, and Uncle Brendon lifted Aunt Val into his armsshe was snoring lightly nowand carried her down the hall.
Wow. Nash whistled as I fell back against the arm of the couch facing him. How much has she had?
No telling. She doesnt drink much, though, so it probably doesnt take much to lay her out cold, and she started this afternoon.
My mom just bakes when she gets upset. Some weeks I live on brownies and chocolate milk.
I grinned. Trade ya. Aunt Val would rather shoot herself than touch a stick of real butter, much less a bag of chocolate chips. Her theory was that not knowing how to bake saved her thousands of calories a month.
My mom just bakes when she gets upset. Some weeks I live on brownies and chocolate milk.
I grinned. Trade ya. Aunt Val would rather shoot herself than touch a stick of real butter, much less a bag of chocolate chips. Her theory was that not knowing how to bake saved her thousands of calories a month.
My theory was that for all the brandy shed had in the past eight hours, she could have had a whole pan of brownies.
I like brownies. Youre stuck with your aunt.
Yeah, I figured.
Nash stood, and I followed him to the door, my arm threaded through his. I gotta get Scotts car back before he calls the cops, he said. I walked him out, and when we stopped by the drivers side door, I wrapped my arms around his waist as his went around my back. He felt sooo good, and the thought that I could touch him anytime I wanted sent a whole flock of butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
I leaned back against the car, and Nash leaned into me. His mouth met mine, and my lips opened, welcoming him. Feeding from him. When his kisses trailed down my chin to my neck, I let my head fall back, grateful for the night air cooling the heat he brought off me in waves. His lips were hot, and the trail of his kisses burned down my throat and over my collarbone.
Each breath came faster than the last. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue against my skin, scalded me in the most delicious way. His fingers trailed up from my waist as his lips dipped lower, pushing aside the neckline of my shirt.
Whoa Nash. I put my hands on his shoulders.
Mmm?
Hey I pushed against him, and he rose to meet my own heated gaze, his irises churning furiously in the light from the porch. Was this because we were two of a kind? This irresistible urge to touch each other?
My racing pulse slowed as my heart began to ache. Was it really me he wanted, or did our mutual species throw our hormones into overdrive? Would he want me if I were human?
Did that even matter? I wasnt human. Neither was he.
You want me to pick you up for the memorial?
His eyes narrowed in confusion over my abrupt subject change. Then he inhaled deeply, slowed the churning in his eyes, and settled against the car next to me. What about your dad?
He can drive himself.
Nash rolled his eyes. I didnt think youd want to go, with your dad in town.
Im going. And Im going to drag my dad and uncle along too.
He arched his brows, sliding one arm around my waist. Why?
Because if some vigilante reaper is after teenage girls, I figure hell find an auditorium full of us pretty hard to resist. And the more bean sidhes that are present, the greater the chance one of us will get a look at him, right?
In theory. Nash frowned down at me, and I could feel a but coming. But, Kaylee I grinned, mildly amused at having predicted something other than death itnot going to happen again. Not this soon. Not in the same place.
Its happened for the past three days in a row, Nash, and its always happened where there are large groups of teenagers. The memorial will have the highest concentration of us in one room since graduation last year. Theres just as much chance hell pick someone there as anywhere else.
So what if he does? What are you going to do? Nash demanded in a harsh whisper. He glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one had appeared on the porch, then met my eyes again, and I realized that behind his sudden anger lay true fear.
I knew I should have been scared too, and in truth, I was. The very concept of reapers running around harvesting their metaphysical crop from empty human husks made my stomach pitch and my chest tighten. And the idea of actually looking for one of those reapersWell, that was crazy.
But not as crazy as letting another innocent girl die. Not if we could stop it.
I watched Nash, letting my intent show on my face. Letting determination churn slowly in my eyes.
No! He looked toward the house again, then back at me, his irises roiling. You heard what Tod said, he whispered fiercely. Any reaper willing to steal unauthorized souls wont hesitate to take one of ours instead.
We cant just let him kill someone else, I hissed, just as urgently. I resisted the urge to step back, half-afraid that any physical space I put between us during an argument would translate into an emotional distance.
We dont have any choice, he said. I started to argue, but he cut me off, running one hand through his chunky brown hair. Okay, look, I didnt want to have to go into this right nowI figured finding out youre not human was enough to deal with in one day. But theres a lot you still dont understand, and your uncles probably going to explain all this soon, anyway. He sighed and leaned back against the car, his eyes closed as if he were gathering his thoughts. And when he met my gaze again, I saw that his determination now matched my own.