Author: Eden Beck
Category: Paranormal
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“Yeah,” I mumble under my breath. “Good thing.”
But something seems off about the whole thing. I saw the boys pull away in their Jeep the first time, so how did they all leave so fast again without me seeing them go? And what happened that guy who grabbed me? For him to take off as quickly as he did, he must have been scared shitless.
I know I would be, in his position.
I thank the old man for my coffee and try my best to wipe up my clothes before I leave the store and start down the path toward school again. Despite the cashier’s reassurance, I still hear the howling coming from the woods as I walk. The only difference this time is that it sounds a little closer than before.
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Kaleb
My whole body feels like it’s on fire.
The scent of her still lingers on my tongue, like the memory of something half-forgotten and yet familiar. More than that—it rakes down my throat, it whispers in my ear, it tugs at something feral in my core.
“What was that?”
Rory’s voice drags me unwillingly back into the back seat of his car. The leather is worn and soft, cracked and scraped where one-too-many close calls have left long claws scrabbling out the open top of the Jeep.
“Tell me you didn’t smell that too,” I say, daring one more glance over my shoulder at the last remnants of the old gas station flickering through the trees as we pull away. I can still remember her shocked face looking back at me through the glass.
Those wide eyes, staring through me as if she can see my very soul.
“It was desperation, nothing more,” Rory says.
I eye him warily. “You keep talking like that, and your voice is going to get stuck like a growl forever.”
I catch the flash of his grimace in the rearview mirror.
Marlowe swings back an arm from the passenger’s seat to pat me on the shoulder. “Down boy, you got what you wanted after all.”
I blink back surprise.
“What I wanted? You think I wanted that?”
I see the flash of the man’s hand reaching out to the girl, see the intent plain as day on his face.
“You got to play the hero,” Marlowe says, settling back into his seat. “And got to save the damsel in distress while you were at it.”
I press my lips together, feeling the bite of teeth on the inside of my cheek. I don’t want to be silenced. I’m not used to this.
Outside the window, endless trees scroll by as if in some sort of montage. Washington. I always wanted to visit when I was younger, back before …
No.
It’s best not to think about what was before. I have enough to think about now. Enough to prepare for.
I fall back into the seat, but I can’t get my muscles to relax. I can’t get that girl out of my head.
Neither, it seems, can Rory.
For all his talk earlier, for all he claimed he wanted to avoid these new tenants of our father’s, it’s his hands that keep gripping tighter to the steering wheel—the sound of stretched and protesting leather growing louder each time his fingers flex.
“Romulus never should have let them rent the cabin.”
“This again?” Marlowe’s voice is tired. It’s not like him to have to keep the peace this long. Rory’s new, unchecked temper, hasn’t gone unnoticed. “What’s done is done.”
“And look where it’s gotten us,” Rory says, stretching out his fingers on the wheel again, as if measuring his own grip against the grain. “We could have killed that guy.”