Read Online Ties to the Blood Moon 2nd Edition by Robin P Waldrop - Free Book Online
Authors: Robin P Waldrop
Ads: Link
herself.
“Good morning,” I said, forcing a smile.
She poured herself a cup of coffee as I watched, then reached into the cabinet and took out a tea bag and dropped it into her mug. “Good morning,” she replied, with a look of trepidation.
“Um … is everything all right?” I asked, furrowing my brow. Normally something like that would have been funny, but the way Aunt Bev had been acting lately told me something had her preoccupied.
She turned around to face me, and I could tell she was forcing herself to smile by the worried look on her face. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason … except you just put a tea bag in your cup of coffee.”
She stopped just before taking a sip, and looked down at her cup for a brief moment. She quietly poured the contents into the sink, then just stared out the window.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” I asked, but I don’t think she even heard me because she didn’t bother to answer. “William and I are running away to get married because I’m pregnant,” I teased, trying to get a response from her … any response.
She was lost in her own world, not hearing a word I said. “Really? That sounds like fun.” She checked her watch, and then scooped up her purse from the desk. “I’ve got to run some errands. If you go somewhere before I get back, leave me a note.” She kissed the top of my head, then disappeared out the kitchen door.
Something wasn’t right with my aunt and I needed to find out what. I mean why would she have been on the phone after midnight with my school counselor? They certainly hadn’t been discussing my academic future.
After finishing breakfast I cleaned the kitchen because Aunt Bev was a clean freak and would have had a meltdown if it wasn’t clean. I sure didn’t want to do anything to make her change her mind about letting me go out with William later.
I checked my phone like every five seconds but William hadn’t sent me a text message. I had no clue what time we were going out, but I didn’t want to get ready too early and have to just sit around and wait.
I wandered around the den peering at all of Aunt Bev’s pictures hanging on the wall, and sitting on top of the piano. I decided to try my hand at the piano, which I hadn’t played since we’d moved from Wyoming when I was eleven, and had to leave our piano behind because we were moving to a much smaller house.
I opened the bench to find something I could play. When lifting some of the music sheets I found an old book beneath them. I got it out and carried it to the couch where I placed it in my lap. It appeared to be very old so I carefully open the cover, exposing pages so yellowed they were turning brown. It smelled of mold, and made me sneeze.
I quickly realized it wasn’t a music book, but an old book of legends. It had no title—which I found weird—but it did have a table of contents. I ran my finger down the page but found it hard to read because the words were so badly faded. I struggled to make out some of the headings and my jaw dropped open when I spotted something familiar. One of the headings said something about Adlet, which was the same name Miss Baylor had been talking about at the bonfire.
I was beginning to find the whole thing a bit too coincidental. I rushed through the pages until I reached the story “Searching for the Adlet Princess.” I read the first page which talked a lot about the Adlet woman who had fallen in love with a shape-shifter posing as a Russian. I turned the page and read through it. While reading the third page I suddenly froze when I saw the picture of a painting on the adjoining page. It was a young woman surrounded by a pack of giant wolves. The woman looked a great deal like my mom. My heart pounded in my ears. I slammed the book closed and returned it to the bench before rushing out of the room.
I didn’t know what to think. I fell back onto the couch and stared out the window, trying to take in
“Good morning,” I said, forcing a smile.
She poured herself a cup of coffee as I watched, then reached into the cabinet and took out a tea bag and dropped it into her mug. “Good morning,” she replied, with a look of trepidation.
“Um … is everything all right?” I asked, furrowing my brow. Normally something like that would have been funny, but the way Aunt Bev had been acting lately told me something had her preoccupied.
She turned around to face me, and I could tell she was forcing herself to smile by the worried look on her face. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason … except you just put a tea bag in your cup of coffee.”
She stopped just before taking a sip, and looked down at her cup for a brief moment. She quietly poured the contents into the sink, then just stared out the window.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” I asked, but I don’t think she even heard me because she didn’t bother to answer. “William and I are running away to get married because I’m pregnant,” I teased, trying to get a response from her … any response.
She was lost in her own world, not hearing a word I said. “Really? That sounds like fun.” She checked her watch, and then scooped up her purse from the desk. “I’ve got to run some errands. If you go somewhere before I get back, leave me a note.” She kissed the top of my head, then disappeared out the kitchen door.
Something wasn’t right with my aunt and I needed to find out what. I mean why would she have been on the phone after midnight with my school counselor? They certainly hadn’t been discussing my academic future.
After finishing breakfast I cleaned the kitchen because Aunt Bev was a clean freak and would have had a meltdown if it wasn’t clean. I sure didn’t want to do anything to make her change her mind about letting me go out with William later.
I checked my phone like every five seconds but William hadn’t sent me a text message. I had no clue what time we were going out, but I didn’t want to get ready too early and have to just sit around and wait.
I wandered around the den peering at all of Aunt Bev’s pictures hanging on the wall, and sitting on top of the piano. I decided to try my hand at the piano, which I hadn’t played since we’d moved from Wyoming when I was eleven, and had to leave our piano behind because we were moving to a much smaller house.
I opened the bench to find something I could play. When lifting some of the music sheets I found an old book beneath them. I got it out and carried it to the couch where I placed it in my lap. It appeared to be very old so I carefully open the cover, exposing pages so yellowed they were turning brown. It smelled of mold, and made me sneeze.
I quickly realized it wasn’t a music book, but an old book of legends. It had no title—which I found weird—but it did have a table of contents. I ran my finger down the page but found it hard to read because the words were so badly faded. I struggled to make out some of the headings and my jaw dropped open when I spotted something familiar. One of the headings said something about Adlet, which was the same name Miss Baylor had been talking about at the bonfire.
I was beginning to find the whole thing a bit too coincidental. I rushed through the pages until I reached the story “Searching for the Adlet Princess.” I read the first page which talked a lot about the Adlet woman who had fallen in love with a shape-shifter posing as a Russian. I turned the page and read through it. While reading the third page I suddenly froze when I saw the picture of a painting on the adjoining page. It was a young woman surrounded by a pack of giant wolves. The woman looked a great deal like my mom. My heart pounded in my ears. I slammed the book closed and returned it to the bench before rushing out of the room.
I didn’t know what to think. I fell back onto the couch and stared out the window, trying to take in
Similar Books
