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worry one of these times I wouldn’t find him.
“Are you okay?” I finally asked.
He didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know.”
“You had me worried,” I told him truthfully.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I just freaked out when your mom told me this was done on purpose to me…I didn’t do anything, though…I didn’t bite anyone.”
“You could have talked to me,” I said. “Instead of running away.”
He took a shaky breath. “You have your own problems.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’ll always be there for you, just like you are for me.”
He let out a relived breath as if he had been waiting for me to say those exact words.
“You and I are in this together.” I looked him straight in the eye. “Promise me you won’t run away again.” He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Okay. We’re in this together.”
About ten minutes later, we were getting ready to leave. Which was a good thing, at least for me, since nine out of those ten minutes, Stasha gave me the stink eye. It made me extremely uneasy and for some reason, I kept thinking of Edgar All an Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart.” We were transporting back to the beach house, which I was thankful for. The last thing I wanted to do right now was get in a moving vehicle. Even though the Chevy Tahoe was a monstrous beast, it still took quite the beating when it had rammed into the Death Walker and the telephone pole.
All five of us were sitting in Stasha’s living room. Aislin had her candle lit and crystal in hand. I went to take my necklace off, to avoid repelling Aislin’s magic back on her, when I realized it was missing.
“Oh, no.” I touched my neck, panicking. “Where’s my necklace?”
“Calm down,” Alex said. “I took it off when Aislin transported us here—I left it on the nightstand in the room you were in.”
I nodded and headed off to the bedroom, but the necklace wasn’t on the night stand. I searched the bedroom floor, in the bed, under the bed. I even checked the bathroom I puked my guts out in. But nothing. No necklace.
Okay, so I really didn’t want to be the girl who cried over losing a piece of jewelry, but I was going to be if I didn’t find it.
“Crap,” I muttered with a light stomp of my foot.
“Looking for this?”
I spun around. Stasha. She was standing just inside the doorway, her glove-covered hand up in front of her, something shiny and silver dangling from her finger.
“Why do you have that?” I asked, reaching to take the necklace.
She pulled her hand back. “I wasn’t giving it back to you.” Okay, I had a feeling this was going to be fun. “Please give it back?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as polite sounding as possible.
With a sardonic grin on her face, she shook her head and I was unexpectedly reminded of Kelsey Merritt, a girl I used to go to school with who loved to torture me. Of course Stasha was a little different, seeing how she could kill me with her touch.
“I know girls like you.” She strutted into the room, swinging the necklace around on her finger. “Sad. Lonely.
Pathetic . God, I can’t believe Alex would even have the slightest bit of interest in you.”
Alright, so in the past, I had let girls like Stasha walk over me, but today was different—I was different. Honestly, I just wanted to shove her down. So I did. She looked shocked as she fell backward toward the floor and landed on her butt. I seized the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from her. Then, I ran like hell. I was not stupid enough to stick around and face the wrath of a girl who could kill me simply by touching me. But I didn’t make it very far down the hall before something wrapped around my ankle and yanked me flat on my face. I kicked my leg, thinking I would nail her in the head, but I didn’t hit anything.
I glanced behind me and realized it was not Stasha that knocked me to the floor. It was…well, it was the freaky plant vines that
“Are you okay?” I finally asked.
He didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know.”
“You had me worried,” I told him truthfully.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I just freaked out when your mom told me this was done on purpose to me…I didn’t do anything, though…I didn’t bite anyone.”
“You could have talked to me,” I said. “Instead of running away.”
He took a shaky breath. “You have your own problems.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’ll always be there for you, just like you are for me.”
He let out a relived breath as if he had been waiting for me to say those exact words.
“You and I are in this together.” I looked him straight in the eye. “Promise me you won’t run away again.” He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Okay. We’re in this together.”
About ten minutes later, we were getting ready to leave. Which was a good thing, at least for me, since nine out of those ten minutes, Stasha gave me the stink eye. It made me extremely uneasy and for some reason, I kept thinking of Edgar All an Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart.” We were transporting back to the beach house, which I was thankful for. The last thing I wanted to do right now was get in a moving vehicle. Even though the Chevy Tahoe was a monstrous beast, it still took quite the beating when it had rammed into the Death Walker and the telephone pole.
All five of us were sitting in Stasha’s living room. Aislin had her candle lit and crystal in hand. I went to take my necklace off, to avoid repelling Aislin’s magic back on her, when I realized it was missing.
“Oh, no.” I touched my neck, panicking. “Where’s my necklace?”
“Calm down,” Alex said. “I took it off when Aislin transported us here—I left it on the nightstand in the room you were in.”
I nodded and headed off to the bedroom, but the necklace wasn’t on the night stand. I searched the bedroom floor, in the bed, under the bed. I even checked the bathroom I puked my guts out in. But nothing. No necklace.
Okay, so I really didn’t want to be the girl who cried over losing a piece of jewelry, but I was going to be if I didn’t find it.
“Crap,” I muttered with a light stomp of my foot.
“Looking for this?”
I spun around. Stasha. She was standing just inside the doorway, her glove-covered hand up in front of her, something shiny and silver dangling from her finger.
“Why do you have that?” I asked, reaching to take the necklace.
She pulled her hand back. “I wasn’t giving it back to you.” Okay, I had a feeling this was going to be fun. “Please give it back?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as polite sounding as possible.
With a sardonic grin on her face, she shook her head and I was unexpectedly reminded of Kelsey Merritt, a girl I used to go to school with who loved to torture me. Of course Stasha was a little different, seeing how she could kill me with her touch.
“I know girls like you.” She strutted into the room, swinging the necklace around on her finger. “Sad. Lonely.
Pathetic . God, I can’t believe Alex would even have the slightest bit of interest in you.”
Alright, so in the past, I had let girls like Stasha walk over me, but today was different—I was different. Honestly, I just wanted to shove her down. So I did. She looked shocked as she fell backward toward the floor and landed on her butt. I seized the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from her. Then, I ran like hell. I was not stupid enough to stick around and face the wrath of a girl who could kill me simply by touching me. But I didn’t make it very far down the hall before something wrapped around my ankle and yanked me flat on my face. I kicked my leg, thinking I would nail her in the head, but I didn’t hit anything.
I glanced behind me and realized it was not Stasha that knocked me to the floor. It was…well, it was the freaky plant vines that
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