I couldn’t help but feel worried about seeing Harper as we sat down together, tucked into a cosy nook at the far end of the coffee shop. There was a towering lamp beside us, casting strange shadows across Cyrus’s face. He’d carried our drinks over, and I got the feeling that he enjoyed playing the part of the gentleman.Whether he truly was or not was another question entirely, and one that I doubted I’d find the answer to today.“So, Callie,” he said, taking a small, careful sip from his white mug. His teeth chinked against the ceramic, and he winced before putting it back down. Then he turned the full force of his bright-blue gaze on me, and I felt a tremble in the pit of my stomach. He was handsome; it was undeniable, a fact.“Yes?” I squeaked, and berated myself for it immediately.He smiled, and the fluttering in my core only increased. &ldqu
“It doesn’t make any sense,” I said, cracking my knuckles. I needed something to do with my hands.My Paps shrugged, and then gave me a friendly nudge with his elbow. “Think about it, Cals. She could’ve talked.”“So you think they just took her?” I frowned, digging the toe of my boot against the floorboards.We were gathered in one of our favourite meeting spots – the town hall. Most of the time we hired it for training sessions, under the guise of martial arts lessons or dance practice, but it was also a useful meeting place for important discussions. If it was something small, we’d squeeze into one of our houses, but Bethan’s disappearance called for something a little bigger.All of the Seafall District hunters were present, hovering around the edge of the room and waiting for the meeting to officially start. Beau, a lean blac
I wrung my hands together nervously as I waited for Cyrus. I felt silly for being so on edge – so excited – so I forcibly dropped my hands and held them limp at my sides. That felt unnatural, so I leant against the trunk of a nearby tree. But the tree was further from me than I’d expected, so I stumbled, my arms swinging, until the palm of my bare hand made contact and scraped down the frosty, rough bark.There was a snicker from behind me, and I yanked myself upright. I sucked in a lungful of bitterly cold air, and a blush crept up a neck as I turned to look back.Cyrus, cool as ever, was leant against the old stone wall of the crumbling bank. It had been an independent bank for years, but, hard as the locals had tried to keep it, it had eventually succumbed to a pay out from a chain. This particular wall had become infamous within the Seafall community, as groups of protestors would spray this area of stone &ndas
It was easier to focus with a drink in my hand. I watched Cyrus keenly as he took his first sip – whiskey, neat – and he swallowed, though with a grimace at the heat in his throat, as easily as any human. Good – I wouldn’t have been able to look myself in the eye again if I’d started to develop a crush on a vampire.It was quiet in the pub. Only the regulars were in here: old men nursing a beer or cider, and a couple of builders stood by the slot machines. There was a low murmur of sound, the clatter of loose change and the brushing of pages of today’s newspaper. A group of teenagers sat chatting on the far side of the room, picking at their lunches and flicking through their homework.I took a sip of my cider. Cyrus had been surprised by my choice – he’d been poised to order me a white wine – but I’d grown up in the countryside, and I’d never been a huge fan of wine. It taste
I wiped my hands on my red apron. My cut was stinging and itching, which I hoped were signs that it was starting to heal in earnest. Harper had slapped my hand away when it had begun to scab at the edges, and threatened to wind a big bandage around my head to keep my picking fingers away.I usually felt as though my time at the diner was made up of blocks that I marked off as empty in my brain. Sometimes I’d try to pass the hours by thinking about new hunting strategies, but for the most part I let my body glide around on autopilot until I could finally clock out.If Grace was in, as she was tonight, the time would pass much quicker. It also didn’t feel quite so wasted – between the gossip and the giggles, my time behind the counter felt meaningful, in a way that it didn’t when the newer staff, or less friendly servers, were in.Grace tossed her long, blonde plait over her shoulder. She watc
Harper grinned at me as Grace and I filed out from the back room. I smoothed down my apron, wanting something to do with my hands. I smiled back at him nervously, glancing at his soft, brown eyes for only a second before my own eyes started darting around the room, trying to find Cyrus.Being unable to spot him filled me with conflicting emotions. Was it good or bad, better or worse, that I couldn’t see him easily?I decided that, for the time being, at least, I would push him out of my mind. He was just a customer, and Harper, sweet, gentle Harper, was sat at the bar, leaning heavily across the counter and waiting for me to say something to him.“Hi,” I said.Harper frowned, standing immediately and reaching for me. “Are you okay, Cals?”“She’s been like this all day,” Grace chipped in, shaking her head at me.&n
I’d half expected the house to be in darkness when I got home, but the downstairs lights were on, and it looked as warm and inviting as ever. I pulled up next to Harper’s battered old car, some vintage Chevy that he was equal parts proud of and fed up with, and then I killed the engine.It was easier to face myself, sat alone in the liminal space that my car provided. It had always felt like a limbo to me: you were either getting in, getting out, or actively driving. To sit in it, especially in the driveway, or a car park, at night, made the very air feel hazy and dizzying.The orange streetlight glowed against the windows, catching on the water droplets from the earlier rainfall. They were stark against the dark, glum sky, and I pressed the pads of my fingertips against the cool glass, tracing the pattern of them.I was only prolonging the inevitable. But his face – I’d never seen Har
To put it mildly, I’d been surprised to learn that a demon had taken up residence in the neighbouring town of Beerbridge. It was a little bigger than Seafall, and sat off to the east. It was known primarily for its large harbour and docks, so I supposed that a travelling creature, such as a demon, would see the benefits of settling there for a while.There were plenty of bodies ripe for possession, and, if it got bored, there was easy access to other port towns readily available.Though I was, of course, not glad that a demon had taken root in Beerbridge, I was glad of the distraction it provided me with. It all worked out perfectly – I had Sunday off work, and Susan, of all people, had found us a lead. Sierra had followed it up, and we’d gathered a few of our number to track the monster.Torre had been eager to stay behind in Seafall. The vampires were her main concern, and she’d asked Beau to st