Sinister: A Paranormal Fantasy (Sinisters Book 1) by Colleen Fleshman Page A
Authors: Colleen Fleshman
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mischievously. “You wanna meet after the movie to talk?"
A glance at his watch told him that the opening scenes were about to roll, though he hadn't realized how late it had gotten until now. He was much more interested in comparing notes with Anna—and spending more time with her in general—but he couldn't think of a way to say it that didn't come off as really lame. He nodded in response, hoping he looked cool.
“Who was that?” Jorge asked when he returned to his group, now patiently waiting by the entrance to the theater. His friends had been staring as overtly as Anna’s friends had been.
“Anna,” he replied. Now that he was back in safe territory, he felt his confidence returning. His tone was smug as he continued, “We’re meeting up after the movie.” Which was true, though not for the reason his friends would assume.
“Nice one,” Dean said approvingly.
“How—”
“The movie’s starting,” Rachel cut in, interrupting whatever Jorge had been about to ask. The group turned to stare at her and she blushed faintly.
“What?” she asked, a defensive note in her tone. “I t is. We should go in.”
After a moment, Dean shrugged. "True. Let’s roll."
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The hinges squeaked as Matt pulled open the door to The Froth Café, letting yellow light spill out into the night. Matt had directed Anna to this coffee house after the movie let out, located only a few blocks from his house. A blast of warm air hit them and noise from the radio played softly in the background as they approached the counter. He didn’t recognize the song, but the melody was soothing.
Drinks in hand, the pair plopped down at a rough-hewn wooden table with a cut-glass lamp resting in the center. Matt slumped down in the chair, then wondered if that made him look too lazy. He sat up straight but realized immediately that he looked too eager like that. He settled for leaning his elbows on the table and asked, "So. Do you have any ideas how to go about completing a mission?"
He couldn't help the slight sigh that escaped him as he asked. They had discussed their respective encounters with Luke on the way over, and aside from the parts about Peter Caracalla, the content had been identical. Anna had again volunteered herself to help with his mission. He was ambivalent about getting her help. On the one hand, it would be great to have an excuse to spend time with her. On the other, he was getting dragged into something he wasn't sure he wanted to do, but he couldn't figure out how to admit that to her and still save face.
There's nothing wrong with being hesitant , the stubborn part of his brain that refused to admit it was ever wrong said. You have no reason to help this guy.
It was true...but the fact that he was too embarrassed to tell Anna he wanted no part of it surely meant something too. He just needed time to think, time that he hadn’t been given. He wished he could talk to Alice about it. She would know what to do. She always knew what the right thing was, and she never second-guessed herself once she’d decided.
Anna tapped an index finger against her lips as she considered. "Well...I think we need to gather some intel. You know, spy work. And then..." she lifted both hands, face up. "We stop him."
Matt chuckled. "Yeah, the stopping him part's what I'm worried about." That, and Luke's complete lack of information. He absent-mindedly ran a finger along the veins in the wood as he thought about the daunting task in front of him.
Anna flashed him a cheeky grin. "No worries, you've got me to help with that."
Matt couldn't help smiling in response. Even if the task was impossible, Anna was fun. "Then tell me, oh wise one, how do we gather intel? Luke isn't giving us much info."
“We could find Luke and tie him to a chair until he answers all our questions,” she suggested, the corners of her mouth quirking up.
He laughed. “I don’t think he would cave easily.
“Good point.” She drummed her fingernails on
A glance at his watch told him that the opening scenes were about to roll, though he hadn't realized how late it had gotten until now. He was much more interested in comparing notes with Anna—and spending more time with her in general—but he couldn't think of a way to say it that didn't come off as really lame. He nodded in response, hoping he looked cool.
“Who was that?” Jorge asked when he returned to his group, now patiently waiting by the entrance to the theater. His friends had been staring as overtly as Anna’s friends had been.
“Anna,” he replied. Now that he was back in safe territory, he felt his confidence returning. His tone was smug as he continued, “We’re meeting up after the movie.” Which was true, though not for the reason his friends would assume.
“Nice one,” Dean said approvingly.
“How—”
“The movie’s starting,” Rachel cut in, interrupting whatever Jorge had been about to ask. The group turned to stare at her and she blushed faintly.
“What?” she asked, a defensive note in her tone. “I t is. We should go in.”
After a moment, Dean shrugged. "True. Let’s roll."
Ϯ
The hinges squeaked as Matt pulled open the door to The Froth Café, letting yellow light spill out into the night. Matt had directed Anna to this coffee house after the movie let out, located only a few blocks from his house. A blast of warm air hit them and noise from the radio played softly in the background as they approached the counter. He didn’t recognize the song, but the melody was soothing.
Drinks in hand, the pair plopped down at a rough-hewn wooden table with a cut-glass lamp resting in the center. Matt slumped down in the chair, then wondered if that made him look too lazy. He sat up straight but realized immediately that he looked too eager like that. He settled for leaning his elbows on the table and asked, "So. Do you have any ideas how to go about completing a mission?"
He couldn't help the slight sigh that escaped him as he asked. They had discussed their respective encounters with Luke on the way over, and aside from the parts about Peter Caracalla, the content had been identical. Anna had again volunteered herself to help with his mission. He was ambivalent about getting her help. On the one hand, it would be great to have an excuse to spend time with her. On the other, he was getting dragged into something he wasn't sure he wanted to do, but he couldn't figure out how to admit that to her and still save face.
There's nothing wrong with being hesitant , the stubborn part of his brain that refused to admit it was ever wrong said. You have no reason to help this guy.
It was true...but the fact that he was too embarrassed to tell Anna he wanted no part of it surely meant something too. He just needed time to think, time that he hadn’t been given. He wished he could talk to Alice about it. She would know what to do. She always knew what the right thing was, and she never second-guessed herself once she’d decided.
Anna tapped an index finger against her lips as she considered. "Well...I think we need to gather some intel. You know, spy work. And then..." she lifted both hands, face up. "We stop him."
Matt chuckled. "Yeah, the stopping him part's what I'm worried about." That, and Luke's complete lack of information. He absent-mindedly ran a finger along the veins in the wood as he thought about the daunting task in front of him.
Anna flashed him a cheeky grin. "No worries, you've got me to help with that."
Matt couldn't help smiling in response. Even if the task was impossible, Anna was fun. "Then tell me, oh wise one, how do we gather intel? Luke isn't giving us much info."
“We could find Luke and tie him to a chair until he answers all our questions,” she suggested, the corners of her mouth quirking up.
He laughed. “I don’t think he would cave easily.
“Good point.” She drummed her fingernails on
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