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though.”
“You would’ve made a good mother, Aunt Claire, but I’m not a typical child. My life, even for a vampeen, is very irregular. I think you’re doing the best you can… when I let you.”
“Sharon always said the same thing about you. She’d call me and tell me what new things you were doing regularly, but she’d always say that there was something irregular about you. You were so independent from an early age, and the things you’d say blew her away. She said about the only thing you let her do for you was cook, which is why she made sure to do it as often as she could.”
I felt the tug on my heart as warmth spread through my chest. “Thanks, Aunt Claire.”
She nodded. “I’ll start pulling some listings this afternoon. I’ll print them out and bring them to you at Mel’s later.”
“Thanks.” I hugged her. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be a kid; I’d forgotten how good it felt to be taken care of. She gave me tiny glimpses of that from time to time, which I was grateful for.
Chapter 8
Anxiety coursed through me as I knocked on Mel’s front door. Kellan had agreed to meet me here after he went hunting with his dad. He said he needed to take the edge off. I tried not to think about how he’d go about it. It was no secret that Kellan didn’t pull away, that he drained his victims. I knew I was a co-conspirator by turning a blind eye to it, but you can’t change people; you can only hope to inspire them to change.
I fidgeted with my hands as I stood waiting. Mel hadn’t answered her phone, but a quick call to Craig told me she was here with him.
“Hey, love,” Craig greeted me as he opened the front door.
“Hey.” I gave him a small smile. “Is she still pissed at me?”
“I’ll dollop on the fifth there.” He stepped back, allowing me to enter.
Mel sat in her pajamas, her knees tucked into her chest, on the corn-blue microfiber sofa in her living room. “I take it we’re not going to school today,” I stated.
“My dad said I didn’t have to,” she replied, but she didn’t look at me. She stared blankly ahead towards the stairs that led up to her and Kyle’s room.
“Does Kyle know what’s going on?”
“No. He’s at my aunt’s house.” Mel had never sounded so robotic.
“Is your dad home?”
“No. He’s coming later.” She turned her head away from my approach, staring into the dining room.
“Well, my girdle isn’t tight enough to squiddle in here with you, mates. I’ll just be bouncin’ bompits down the street.” Craig immediately walked out the door.
“What the heck are bompits?” I scrunched my forehead, shaking my head at his vocabulary.
Mel faced me, grimacing. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How do you explain what you don’t understand?”
“The same way you did before, with examples. Do you know how shitty it feels to find out what’s going on with your best friend from your boyfriend?” She was hurt and disappointed. There was no greater guilt than to disappoint your best friend.
“Do you want to know the whole of it?”
“Of course I do, Lexi! I don’t throw out the title ‘best friend’ loosely. I guess your definition is just a tad different than mine, though. Last I checked, best friends didn’t keep massive secrets from each other about being able to light up half of Charleston!” She leapt up, her hands fisting as she moved them all around her. She paced the moderate living room space, her features twisting as she stared at the carpet.
“It’s no excuse, but I have a lot on my plate that I haven’t quite balanced yet. It’s not easy being a proclaimed savior of sorts to vamps while fighting off assassination attempts, rogue ninjas, dealing with being poisoned, sort of, and trying to maintain all things human and normal. I really don’t know how your mom pulled it off so well.”
She stopped mid-step and faced me. Her mouth lifted slightly in the corners. “She was really good.”
“I’ll
“You would’ve made a good mother, Aunt Claire, but I’m not a typical child. My life, even for a vampeen, is very irregular. I think you’re doing the best you can… when I let you.”
“Sharon always said the same thing about you. She’d call me and tell me what new things you were doing regularly, but she’d always say that there was something irregular about you. You were so independent from an early age, and the things you’d say blew her away. She said about the only thing you let her do for you was cook, which is why she made sure to do it as often as she could.”
I felt the tug on my heart as warmth spread through my chest. “Thanks, Aunt Claire.”
She nodded. “I’ll start pulling some listings this afternoon. I’ll print them out and bring them to you at Mel’s later.”
“Thanks.” I hugged her. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be a kid; I’d forgotten how good it felt to be taken care of. She gave me tiny glimpses of that from time to time, which I was grateful for.
Chapter 8
Anxiety coursed through me as I knocked on Mel’s front door. Kellan had agreed to meet me here after he went hunting with his dad. He said he needed to take the edge off. I tried not to think about how he’d go about it. It was no secret that Kellan didn’t pull away, that he drained his victims. I knew I was a co-conspirator by turning a blind eye to it, but you can’t change people; you can only hope to inspire them to change.
I fidgeted with my hands as I stood waiting. Mel hadn’t answered her phone, but a quick call to Craig told me she was here with him.
“Hey, love,” Craig greeted me as he opened the front door.
“Hey.” I gave him a small smile. “Is she still pissed at me?”
“I’ll dollop on the fifth there.” He stepped back, allowing me to enter.
Mel sat in her pajamas, her knees tucked into her chest, on the corn-blue microfiber sofa in her living room. “I take it we’re not going to school today,” I stated.
“My dad said I didn’t have to,” she replied, but she didn’t look at me. She stared blankly ahead towards the stairs that led up to her and Kyle’s room.
“Does Kyle know what’s going on?”
“No. He’s at my aunt’s house.” Mel had never sounded so robotic.
“Is your dad home?”
“No. He’s coming later.” She turned her head away from my approach, staring into the dining room.
“Well, my girdle isn’t tight enough to squiddle in here with you, mates. I’ll just be bouncin’ bompits down the street.” Craig immediately walked out the door.
“What the heck are bompits?” I scrunched my forehead, shaking my head at his vocabulary.
Mel faced me, grimacing. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How do you explain what you don’t understand?”
“The same way you did before, with examples. Do you know how shitty it feels to find out what’s going on with your best friend from your boyfriend?” She was hurt and disappointed. There was no greater guilt than to disappoint your best friend.
“Do you want to know the whole of it?”
“Of course I do, Lexi! I don’t throw out the title ‘best friend’ loosely. I guess your definition is just a tad different than mine, though. Last I checked, best friends didn’t keep massive secrets from each other about being able to light up half of Charleston!” She leapt up, her hands fisting as she moved them all around her. She paced the moderate living room space, her features twisting as she stared at the carpet.
“It’s no excuse, but I have a lot on my plate that I haven’t quite balanced yet. It’s not easy being a proclaimed savior of sorts to vamps while fighting off assassination attempts, rogue ninjas, dealing with being poisoned, sort of, and trying to maintain all things human and normal. I really don’t know how your mom pulled it off so well.”
She stopped mid-step and faced me. Her mouth lifted slightly in the corners. “She was really good.”
“I’ll
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