from Tristan’s crazy driving on Tuesday. “Maybe it’s exhaustion.”
“You’ve had a rough few weeks,” he says.
“So where are we going?” I ask, as we exit off the interstate.
“My house.”
“Your house?” I ask.
“Well, my parent’s house.”
“I get your meet your parents?” My mouth falls open, because he told me I was never allowed to ask about his family. Meeting them is kind of a big deal.
“They’re not there. Don’t sound so excited,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, feeling disappointed. “They don’t mind that we’re using their house?”
“Nope.”
I know that’s the only answer I am going to get from him, so I decide not to question it any further. If I’m going to be alone with him, I’d rather not make him mad. Especially since he’s the one with the cell phone.
“Has Tristan called?” I ask.
“No. They landed in a secure location,” he says. “They’re safe. But you probably won’t be hearing from Damon for a while. For safety reasons.”
“Right,” I say, not hiding my disappointment. “Since we’re in Tennessee, can I take this stupid wig off?”
“Better not,” he says, looking at my wig. “Just to be safe. But you can take it off around the house. It’s really weird seeing you with brown hair.”
“Do I not look good as a brunette?” I ask.
“You kind of look like your cousin Jade. It looks good, it’s just… not you,” he says.
I look at myself in the mirror.
He’s right. I do look like Jade. After this is all over, I’ll have to show her a picture of me in the wig. She’ll probably get a kick out of it.
If this ever ends.
As we drive through the suburban neighborhood, the houses keep getting bigger and bigger. Finally, he turns into a cul-de-sac and pulls to the biggest house in the neighborhood, the one right at the dead end.
My mouth falls open as I look at the huge house in front of me. I only thought Kaiden’s beach house was big. This thing is huge . Like, mansion huge.
“Your parents are rich,” I say. It’s not a question.
“You’re one to talk, Miss My Dad’s A Billionaire,” he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “The stores are probably closed tonight, but we can go get you some clothes in the morning. There’s a mall close to here.”
“Okay. But I’m not wearing those stupid skinny jeans,” I say. “Can I wash this?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I have some pajamas you can borrow.”
“Oh,” I say. “I guess there is no way for me to get around wearing pajamas today for some stupid reason.”
“What is the deal with you not wanting to wear pajamas in front of other people?” he asks. “You’re legit crazy.”
“I wear them in front of Savannah,” I say.
“Weirdo,” he says, getting out of the car.
I follow him up the front sidewalk to the house. Everything here is well maintained. There is even a fountain with water spraying out of it. Not as big as the one at the school. And this one has cement mermaids with water shooting out of their mouths. It’s kind of… weird.
Tristan catches me looking at it.
“My mom has a thing for mermaids,” he says, opening the front door.
I walk through the double glass doors into a huge foyer. There is a staircase on the left and right, both leading up to a balcony on the second floor. There is a huge chandelier hanging down that looks impeccable.
“Wow,” I say. “I’m going to be scared to touch anything.”
“Why?” he asks.
“What if I break something?”
“I’ve never seen you break anything in your life. You’re the complete opposite of clumsy,” he says.
It’s true. Eduard was the clumsy one.
“It could happen,” I say. “I seem to be fainting a lot lately. I mean, I’ve always fainted at the sight of blood, but that doesn’t happen that often.”
“It’s just anxiety,” he says. “And this is a happy house. Nothing bad is going to happen here.”
“Famous last words.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, nobody knows we’re
“You’ve had a rough few weeks,” he says.
“So where are we going?” I ask, as we exit off the interstate.
“My house.”
“Your house?” I ask.
“Well, my parent’s house.”
“I get your meet your parents?” My mouth falls open, because he told me I was never allowed to ask about his family. Meeting them is kind of a big deal.
“They’re not there. Don’t sound so excited,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, feeling disappointed. “They don’t mind that we’re using their house?”
“Nope.”
I know that’s the only answer I am going to get from him, so I decide not to question it any further. If I’m going to be alone with him, I’d rather not make him mad. Especially since he’s the one with the cell phone.
“Has Tristan called?” I ask.
“No. They landed in a secure location,” he says. “They’re safe. But you probably won’t be hearing from Damon for a while. For safety reasons.”
“Right,” I say, not hiding my disappointment. “Since we’re in Tennessee, can I take this stupid wig off?”
“Better not,” he says, looking at my wig. “Just to be safe. But you can take it off around the house. It’s really weird seeing you with brown hair.”
“Do I not look good as a brunette?” I ask.
“You kind of look like your cousin Jade. It looks good, it’s just… not you,” he says.
I look at myself in the mirror.
He’s right. I do look like Jade. After this is all over, I’ll have to show her a picture of me in the wig. She’ll probably get a kick out of it.
If this ever ends.
As we drive through the suburban neighborhood, the houses keep getting bigger and bigger. Finally, he turns into a cul-de-sac and pulls to the biggest house in the neighborhood, the one right at the dead end.
My mouth falls open as I look at the huge house in front of me. I only thought Kaiden’s beach house was big. This thing is huge . Like, mansion huge.
“Your parents are rich,” I say. It’s not a question.
“You’re one to talk, Miss My Dad’s A Billionaire,” he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “The stores are probably closed tonight, but we can go get you some clothes in the morning. There’s a mall close to here.”
“Okay. But I’m not wearing those stupid skinny jeans,” I say. “Can I wash this?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I have some pajamas you can borrow.”
“Oh,” I say. “I guess there is no way for me to get around wearing pajamas today for some stupid reason.”
“What is the deal with you not wanting to wear pajamas in front of other people?” he asks. “You’re legit crazy.”
“I wear them in front of Savannah,” I say.
“Weirdo,” he says, getting out of the car.
I follow him up the front sidewalk to the house. Everything here is well maintained. There is even a fountain with water spraying out of it. Not as big as the one at the school. And this one has cement mermaids with water shooting out of their mouths. It’s kind of… weird.
Tristan catches me looking at it.
“My mom has a thing for mermaids,” he says, opening the front door.
I walk through the double glass doors into a huge foyer. There is a staircase on the left and right, both leading up to a balcony on the second floor. There is a huge chandelier hanging down that looks impeccable.
“Wow,” I say. “I’m going to be scared to touch anything.”
“Why?” he asks.
“What if I break something?”
“I’ve never seen you break anything in your life. You’re the complete opposite of clumsy,” he says.
It’s true. Eduard was the clumsy one.
“It could happen,” I say. “I seem to be fainting a lot lately. I mean, I’ve always fainted at the sight of blood, but that doesn’t happen that often.”
“It’s just anxiety,” he says. “And this is a happy house. Nothing bad is going to happen here.”
“Famous last words.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, nobody knows we’re
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