comes out rough. “No.”
A shadow blocks the sun and his eyes are so
dark, they’re almost black. “Are you sure?”
I try to swallow, but it feels like something
is caught in my throat. My gaze is stuck on Logan’s and this is the
first time I’ve felt nervous around him. “Logan,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Yes?”
I finally break free and release a breath.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head. “I just…I’m not feeling very
well.”
“That’s too bad,” he says, brows furrowing in
concern. “Like I said, we’re just finishing up the tour. I could
take you home.”
“No. No, it’s not a big deal.”
“You sure?”
I nod and pull my hand from his. “Sorry,” I
say again. “I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe I’ll check in on you tonight.”
I manage another nod and try to walk at a
normal pace to get back to the parking lot where my car waits. Away
from Selena and the cold and Logan, everything seems normal again.
And warm. And all the sudden, I have no idea why Logan made me
uneasy in the first place. Sure, Selena warned me about him, but
taking advice from a ghost?
That might not be my best move.
When I reach my car, I sigh and glance back
to the hedge maze. I see Logan’s group gather around him again. He
gestures, giving them more information, and I shake my head. He’s a
guide and I’m afraid of him?
Doesn’t make sense.
I open the door, hop in and toss my bag into
the passenger seat. As I do, the glint of metal catches my eye.
Shifting my bag to the floor, I spot a
necklace on the seat. The chain is brushed gold, dark and antique
looking. On the end is a stone, purple, almost the size of a
quarter. The exact stone I’d seen Selena wearing.
How did that get in here? As I scan the
parking lot, I feel the familiar chill return. Selena left me her
necklace somehow.
I pick up the chain and stuff the stone into
my pocket. I need the Book of Shadows. I need to figure out why she
left this.
Chapter 8
Logan is a vampire.
There’s a picture of the lavender stone
Selena gave to me right in the middle of the Book of Shadows. And
next to it, in one of my ancestor’s cursive writing, it reads, For protection from creatures of the night.
He’s got to be a vampire. With those
intimidating dark eyes and a specific warning from Selena telling
me he’s not who I think he is, followed by the gift of the
necklace.
I scoot my chair out from the desk and start
pacing. So far I’ve got vampires and werewolves here in Shadow
Hill, and a ghost giving me gifts. Shadow Hill is like some sort of
paranormal vortex.
And I’m some kind of key.
Despite Ryan’s secrecy, I trust enough of
what he’s said to get out of town tomorrow night. Just in case.
Better than causing a problem I don’t have information on.
I check my watch. It’s getting close to
dinner and I don’t want to be here by myself.
I grab my jacket and purse, shove the Book of
Shadows in my satchel, and head out the door. The sun blinds me and
I slip sunglasses on as a thought occurs to me.
If Logan is a vampire, how can he be outside
in the daylight? Or is that just a myth? I’ve seen him outside
during the day more than once, including this morning, and it
didn’t seem to be a problem for him.
I jog down the outdoor stairs, swing around
to the parking lot, and pull out my keys. Then freeze.
My front tire is flat.
“What the hell?” I step closer and then make
a noise of irritation. “Shit.”
All the tires are flat. Every single one of
them. I kneel down next to the front one and examine the tire for
slashes or nails or anything that might explain it.
“What’s going on?” a voice asks from behind
me.
I whip around. It’s Logan. He’s perched
against his car, legs stretched out and ankles crossed.
I grit my teeth. “Someone let the air out of
my tires.”
He straightens. “All of them?”
“All of them.”
Logan strolls forward and does the same
inspection of the tires I just did. “Shit.
A shadow blocks the sun and his eyes are so
dark, they’re almost black. “Are you sure?”
I try to swallow, but it feels like something
is caught in my throat. My gaze is stuck on Logan’s and this is the
first time I’ve felt nervous around him. “Logan,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Yes?”
I finally break free and release a breath.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head. “I just…I’m not feeling very
well.”
“That’s too bad,” he says, brows furrowing in
concern. “Like I said, we’re just finishing up the tour. I could
take you home.”
“No. No, it’s not a big deal.”
“You sure?”
I nod and pull my hand from his. “Sorry,” I
say again. “I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe I’ll check in on you tonight.”
I manage another nod and try to walk at a
normal pace to get back to the parking lot where my car waits. Away
from Selena and the cold and Logan, everything seems normal again.
And warm. And all the sudden, I have no idea why Logan made me
uneasy in the first place. Sure, Selena warned me about him, but
taking advice from a ghost?
That might not be my best move.
When I reach my car, I sigh and glance back
to the hedge maze. I see Logan’s group gather around him again. He
gestures, giving them more information, and I shake my head. He’s a
guide and I’m afraid of him?
Doesn’t make sense.
I open the door, hop in and toss my bag into
the passenger seat. As I do, the glint of metal catches my eye.
Shifting my bag to the floor, I spot a
necklace on the seat. The chain is brushed gold, dark and antique
looking. On the end is a stone, purple, almost the size of a
quarter. The exact stone I’d seen Selena wearing.
How did that get in here? As I scan the
parking lot, I feel the familiar chill return. Selena left me her
necklace somehow.
I pick up the chain and stuff the stone into
my pocket. I need the Book of Shadows. I need to figure out why she
left this.
Chapter 8
Logan is a vampire.
There’s a picture of the lavender stone
Selena gave to me right in the middle of the Book of Shadows. And
next to it, in one of my ancestor’s cursive writing, it reads, For protection from creatures of the night.
He’s got to be a vampire. With those
intimidating dark eyes and a specific warning from Selena telling
me he’s not who I think he is, followed by the gift of the
necklace.
I scoot my chair out from the desk and start
pacing. So far I’ve got vampires and werewolves here in Shadow
Hill, and a ghost giving me gifts. Shadow Hill is like some sort of
paranormal vortex.
And I’m some kind of key.
Despite Ryan’s secrecy, I trust enough of
what he’s said to get out of town tomorrow night. Just in case.
Better than causing a problem I don’t have information on.
I check my watch. It’s getting close to
dinner and I don’t want to be here by myself.
I grab my jacket and purse, shove the Book of
Shadows in my satchel, and head out the door. The sun blinds me and
I slip sunglasses on as a thought occurs to me.
If Logan is a vampire, how can he be outside
in the daylight? Or is that just a myth? I’ve seen him outside
during the day more than once, including this morning, and it
didn’t seem to be a problem for him.
I jog down the outdoor stairs, swing around
to the parking lot, and pull out my keys. Then freeze.
My front tire is flat.
“What the hell?” I step closer and then make
a noise of irritation. “Shit.”
All the tires are flat. Every single one of
them. I kneel down next to the front one and examine the tire for
slashes or nails or anything that might explain it.
“What’s going on?” a voice asks from behind
me.
I whip around. It’s Logan. He’s perched
against his car, legs stretched out and ankles crossed.
I grit my teeth. “Someone let the air out of
my tires.”
He straightens. “All of them?”
“All of them.”
Logan strolls forward and does the same
inspection of the tires I just did. “Shit.
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