I could tell Gem absolutely anything and she would never judge me. I had her love and her loyalty and she had mine in return, plus my overprotectiveness toward her. In a few short months we would be at college and it would be the first time since we were four years old that we’d be apart.
My hand stopped halfway to my mouth. What?Dad said they lost Madeline’s – your mom’s – trail and they were trying to piece together what happened to your father. He said Aunt Judith told him you thought it might have something to do with your mom being Mohiri. Peter took a deep breath. He said Aunt Judith was afraid you were too involved in this and might do something careless. What did he mean by that?
Roland’s eyebrows drew together as he laid down his burger. You talked to my mom about this but you can’t talk to us?It’s not like that. I only talked to your mom because she told me they were going back and tracing Madeline’s movements from the time she left us. I twisted my paper napkin until it tore. I think vampires followed Madeline to my dad. I don’t know why she was in Portland when he died or why they went after him, I just know it’s all related.You’ve been trying to find the truth yourself? Roland said in an accusing tone.
I nodded, not meeting their stares. They weren’t going to like what I said next and I didn’t want to see their faces when they heard it. I wanted to look for years but I didn’t really start until I heard about the missing girls in Portland. A guy I know online who knows a lot about this stuff said he thought it was vampires. He said he heard there were vampire sightings in Portland when my dad was killed.What guy? Who is he? Roland demanded. Please tell me you aren’t talking to some kook online.
I glared at him defensively. He’s not a kook and he does know a lot. I only know his screen name just like he only knows mine. And before you say anything, we’ve been talking for three years and he’s never tried to meet me or anything. He tracks vampire activity and reports it online. These guys are very serious about this stuff.
Guys? There’s more than one? Peter asked.I glanced up from our hands to hold her gaze. Okay.
I promise. I took strength from her strength.We have each other. That’s more than some people ever get.
Our eyes were mirrors, reflecting back pain that we were determined to obliterate with our silent solidarity and gratitude for each other.Five minutes after the cab pulled away, my phone rang. Harper saw the gut-punch look on my face and promptly took the phone from me and blocked Caleb’s number. She then proceeded to give the cabdriver her address, in case the Scot decided to pay me an immediate visit.