Read Online The Grimm Chronicles, Vol.1 by Ken Brosky, Isabella Fontaine - Free Book Online

the usual stern expression replaced by surprise. “Excellent job. The both of you.”
    Edward took off his mask, smiling. The glow was still there, just underneath his skin.
    We took Seth and Tricia home once again, only this time I was in the front seat. I’d made a deliberate point of looking over my shoulder on the way out of school, curious to see if the trail would follow us. It did. More specifically, it followed Edward.
    Now, it was following us behind the car. And my stomach felt worse.
    “I can’t believe the literature test Mr. David gave us,” Tricia said from the back seat. “I’m so glad I don’t have to see that scumbucket for three months. Seriously? Who the hell memorizes every single character from A Tale of Two Cities?”
    “It’s a good book,” I said to her. “Did you actually read it?”
    Tricia, ever the cosmopolitan, shook her head as she responded to an incoming text message on her phone. “Well, a little.”
    “It’s really a good book.”
    “She’s right,” said Edward. “If you get halfway through, you’ll want to finish the rest in one sitting.”
    “I doubt that,” Tricia muttered.
    “Does it come in text form?” Seth asked, laughing. “Because then Trish could definitely finish it.”
    I laughed. “I’ll text her one line at a time.”
    Trish looked up from her phone, glaring at us. “Please do not .”
    “All right, kids,” Edward said. “Let’s take it easy.”
    “Right, right,” Seth said. I felt his leg press up against the back of my seat. “Are you guys going to Bruiser’s party this weekend?”
    Edward shrugged. “He does throw fun parties. It’s up to Alice.”
    “I start my volunteering for real tomorrow,” I said. “I’m not up to it.”
    “You don’t have to drink,” Tricia said. She put her phone in her purse. “Some of the people there don’t drink.”
    “Yeah but they’re kinda losers,” Seth added.
    Tricia slapped him on the arm. “Don’t call Alice a loser.”
    “I didn’t!” he said. “I just pointed out a shared quality among those who refuse to indulge in libations.”
    “Since when are you all wordy?” Tricia asked with a frown.
    “Hey, I’m going to college in another year. I gotta start faking it now.”
    “Have you applied anywhere, Edward?” Tricia asked.
    He shook his head, turning into the subdivision I shared with Seth. “Hasn’t really occurred to me just yet.”
    “Come to Grant College,” Seth told him. “That’s where me and Alice are going for sure. It’s perfect. It’s out in New York, so you’re away from family. But it’s still a short flight home, too. Plus it’s New York.”
    “Alice is too smart for Grant College,” Tricia said. “She’ll go to NYU with me.”
    I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “I don’t know …”
    “Grant College is fine,” Seth said defensively. “Lots of smart people go there.”
    “No,” Tricia said. “No they don’t, dear.”
    “Grant College has a pretty campus,” I said. “I like that.”
    “No,” Tricia said. “You’re not going there.”
    “We’ll see.”
    Edward parked at Seth’s house. “Off you go.”
    I turned and gave them a wave goodbye. Seth looked dour. He wanted to go to Grant College. He wanted to go to a lot of colleges, but Grant was the only one he’d be able to get into.
    “They’re going to be in a fight all weekend,” Edward said. His hand found my leg and began rubbing it. I could feel the strange golden heat emanating from the tips of his fingers. Stop it, I told myself—just enjoy the moment.
    “Why do they have to do that?” I asked. “They always press each other’s buttons. It’s like they like it or something.”
    “Relationships require work,” Edward said simply.
    I turned to him. “Why doesn’t ours?”
    He smiled, rubbing his hand up my leg. “Because what we have is perfect.”
    I crossed my legs before he could get to my waist. “I have to go home today.”
    “Are you mad at me?”
    “For