She trembles, pulling her knees against her chest. “I’m so sorry, Gemma. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t.”
I didn’t want apologies right now. I need to know we are safe. “I need to know if you told Stephan where we were hiding.”
She didn’t answer, because she couldn’t.
“Shit.” I start to turn to Alex for help but feel an unfamiliar sense of leadership taking control of me, coiling through my veins and colliding into my heart, thrusting a surge of energy potently through my body. “We need to leave now.”
“What the f**k is going on?” Alex rounds the broken table toward me and looks at Aleesa, cowering near the end table with her arms cradled around her head. “And who the hell is she?”
“She’s just someone we found in the basement.” I know that once I say who she is, it’s going to be a huge distraction. And we need to focus on getting somewhere safe first. “It’s not important right now.”
He questions me with a crook of his brow. “Okay, well then explain why we need to leave in such a rush?”
I snatch hold my mom’s arm, roll her sleeve back, and give an exaggerated gesture at the mark on her wrist. “Because of that.”
His jaw nearly hits the floor. “What the… did he just do that to her?”
I shake my head, letting go of her arm and my mom hangs her head in shame. “But I’ll explain everything later, okay? I think she told him where we were hiding so we need to move before he shows up here... well, when he can. I’m not sure how long he still has to stay away from us for, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
He starts ripping the place apart, pulling out weapons he hid all over the house. “Alright, everyone, we’re going. Aislin, grab whatever you need to, but no clothes or stupid shit like that.”
“Any suggestions on where we should go?” I collect the mapping ball from the coffee table.
“I’m running out of ideas,” Alex replies, tucking a dagger into a sheath on his ankle. “With all the moving around we’ve been doing, the list of safe places is dwindling.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “What if we went back to Wyoming?” I ask. “Back to Marco and Sophia’s home, because I’m guessing my landlord has evicted me by now from my apartment.”
“Gemma, Stephan knows where that is,” Aislin tells me, like I was an idiot as she tosses herbs and candles into a large duffel bag.
“Yeah, which means he’s less likely to look for us there.” I pace back and forth. “He would never think we’d go to a place he knew about, right? And I’m familiar with it and the town. There are hardly any people around so it makes the worry of someone seeing us low.”
“And what if Marco and Sophia are there?” Aislin asks, zipping up the bag. “Then what.”
“Then we take them out.” Alex draws a medium size knife out from the sofa cushion and touches the tip of it with his finger. “We lock them up and see if we can get some answers from them. We should have done that a long time ago anyway.”
Aislin sighs, but doesn’t protest. Laylen comes hurrying out from the bedroom with a bag on his back. “So what’s the plan?” He directs the question to me.
“Afton,” I reply with confidence.
“Look at you,” Laylen jokes as he adjusts the handle of the bag on his shoulder. “First the ninja moves and now the awesome leadership skills. You’re turning into a regular badass.”
Alex elevates his eyebrows inquisitively. “Ninja moves?”
“I’ll explain later,” I say dismissively. “Now what’s the best way to get there? Transport or should I use my power?”
“Either.” Alex goes over to the window and peers out of the blinds. “Driving isn’t an option since the car was totaled in the accident.”
“That’s too many for me to transport all at once.” Aislin hitches the bag over her shoulder. “But I can make two trips.”
“No!” Alex and I shout at the same time and Aislin flinches.
“Sorry,” Alex says with limited sincerity in his tone. “But remember what happened the last time we did that? You and Laylen never made it there.”
“Yeah, I remember.” Aislin shudders.
“It’s okay…I can do it.” I hope the extra adrenaline pumping through my veins will give me the boost I need to do this right.
“Are you sure?” Alex asks restlessly as he makes his way back over to me. “I don’t want you over exerting yourself. You’ve already been passing out a lot.”
“I’ll be okay.” And for once, it actually feels like the truth. This unknown power pumping inside me makes me feel almost invincible.
We all gather in the corner, in a tight huddle and then I close my eyes, picturing the high ridged mountains enclosing the town I grew up in, the red brick house, the rooms inside. When I open my eyes, I cringe. All six of us are huddled together in the center of my old living room. There are pictures on the walls that don’t include me and sad memories are floating everywhere like ghosts. I stand up straight, a mixture of feelings drowning me. Everything... It’s too much. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I buckle to the floor.
Chapter 17
When I wake up in my old bed, I flip out. For the briefest, most fearful moment I think that maybe I’ve dreamt the last year and have woken up to my lonely high school life, friendless, unfeeling and empty once again.
Everything looks exactly the same as the last time I was here, back a couple of months ago. The walls are bright red and there’s a single shelf in the corner that use to hold my limited collection of books and CDs but Sophia made me come get them because she didn’t want my “junk” taking up her space anymore. The only thing that is different is the six-foot-four vampire snoring away in my computer chair, his black boots kicked up on the computer desk, his head tipped back in an awkward position.
I find myself smiling as I get out of bed and pad over to him. I don’t try to wake him right away, taking in his pale skin, the silver lip ring ornamenting his bottom lip¸ and the mark of immortality on his arm. God, he is beautiful. He really is and honestly, I don’t think he sees the beauty in himself, inside and out, which is sad.
I lightly tap him on the shoulder, figuring I’ll wake him up and see what’s going on. He jumps, startled, and lets out a loud snort, his fangs descending from his mouth as if he’s about to bite.