Author: Eden Beck
Category: Paranormal
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“Don’t worry about Rory,” Marlowe says. Unlike the other two, he hasn’t made any sign of moving. “He’s just protective, that’s all.”
“Protective of what?”
“Mostly of his family. Can’t be too careful these days, you know?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I nod in agreement because it seems like the least awkward thing to do at the moment. I’ve already made a fool of myself. I’m the one trespassing after all.
I need to stop making a habit of picking fights. Enough chaos already follows me.
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“So Romulus, you guys, you really own all this land?” I ask, when it becomes obvious Marlowe isn’t leaving any time soon.
“Yeah.”
“And the cabin?”
“Yep.”
I thought as much. I had a hunch he owned it, even before he came to visit this afternoon. Back then, though, he was just the nameless ‘father’ of the Gray boys. Now he has a face, it doesn’t make him any less mysterious.
“And what about the mansion at the top of the hill?” I figure I might as well try to get as many questions answered as I can while we’re here.
“Have you been up?” Marlowe asks. His voice seems a bit more tense than it was before.
“No, I just—”
“Good,” he interrupts. “Best to stay away from there.”
Just as I get ready to ask him why I should stay away from the top of the hill, he interrupts me yet again.
“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your cabin.”
“That’s nice of you to offer, but I’m okay getting back on my own.”
Marlowe stands at the door waiting for me, and I have a feeling he isn’t going to take no for an answer. So rather than get into another unnecessary altercation, I decide to just let him walk me home. It’s the least I can do.
And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m not as certain about the way home as I’d like to be.
We get back to the cabin with only a little gentle prodding in the right direction on Marlowe’s part, only to find the light on inside.
Shit. My mom is probably freaking out. Certainly doesn’t help that I didn’t bring my cell phone with me. Again.
Marlowe stands at the bottom of the steps as I hurry up to the door. It’s kind of odd how he’s just standing there, watching.
“Uh, goodnight,” I say, again just because it seems like the socially correct thing to do.
“Goodnight, Sabrina,” he says.
He doesn’t move, just keeps watching until I close the door. The next time I glance outside, he’s gone.
It should leave me unsettled, as the rest of this place often does, but instead … for once … I feel safe.
10
Sabrina
My first class when I arrive at school in the morning is Ancient Greek Civilizations.
Normally, I’d be excited for this sort of break from math and science … but my misadventure has left sleep in my eyes and an ache in my shoulders that just won’t go away.