The moment Aly’s phone rang, Jack answered it, even though he was exhausted and had almost nodded off several times, sitting there waiting for Everly to call. He didn’t even know for sure that she would, but he had a feeling that she might, especially since she was clearly confused when he’d dropped her off, and she hadn’t had much of a chance to ask him questions.
Seeing his own name pop up on his sister’s phone, he rushed to answer. “Hi, Ev,” he said, longing to hear her voice. He tried not to pay too much attention to those feelings. He knew they could only get in the way of his ability to help her, and that’s what he needed to focus on right now. If she truly hadn’t been hurt in the attack tonight, as she claimed, then it was still in her best interest to get as far away from Cook as possible.
“Hi, Jack,” she said, her voice just a whisper. He imagined she was trying to keep from waking her dad. &ldq
The next morning, Everly got ready for school without saying much of anything to her dad, nor did he really talk to her. She did take the cup of coffee he offered her, even though she knew it would be too strong for her. She needed something to wake her up.It was a chilly morning. A thin veil of frost covered the windshield of the Jeep. Jim used the windshield wipers to chip away at it as Everly sipped the warm, strong coffee in the cup he’d given her. “I’ve got a guy coming to fix the house phone,” Jim told her, once the hole in the frost in the windshield was big enough for him to be able to see out of.“Okay,” Everly said. It came out more of a question than she intended.“I want to make sure you can get me if you need to,” he said. “You can always call the office, and they can get me on the radio.”“Okay,” Everly said again. “Will you be home when the guy comes to put it in
Jack had been so close to asking Everly how she knew that it was Rider that had attacked her, but then Alyson had inserted herself between them, and he’d been forced to let it go.Earlier that morning, he’d confirmed with his dad that Granite had called late the night before, after Jack had gone to bed, to tell him that Brock Bose had told him that it was his nephew, Rider Bose, who had been involved in the attack. Since Everly hadn’t been hurt, according to both Everly and Rider, no punishment had been served to the Nachtwolf pack, but Granite had warned Victor again that if there was a chance that Everly had been infected, she’d have to be taken care of.Sitting in his first period class, Jack wasn’t even pretending to concentrate on what his teacher was saying. His parents had said they’d spend the day talking to the pack elders to see what that might entail. Greta had said there had to be some other alternative to simply destroyi
Everly felt awful after her conversation with Jack in the hallway, but she felt like she needed to say something. It had been halfway through first period when she realized what she’d said to him the night before, that he knew that she’d spoken to someone in the other pack.Because she’d told him.How could she be so stupid?Now, he was being all cute and kind, trying to look out for her, and all she wanted to do was yell at him and remind him that he’d said he’d destroy her.But would he really do that? She had no idea. But she also didn’t know if she could trust Slate. She wanted to give him the opportunity to tell her what he could find out about her mom, and if she cut him off completely, she wouldn’t be able to do that. Jack wouldn’t be able to understand her reasoning. He’d tell her to just let it go, that they’d find a different way to figure out what had happened to her mom, but it had been
Sitting down in her chair in choir class, Everly blew out a deep breath and thought about what she needed to do after school. Maybe she could figure out a way to catch a ride to see Toby with Chase. After all, if Jack was intending to drive her to see her dog, that had to mean that Chase had also driven, right? Because Alyson didn’t drive, and Will wasn’t old enough to have his driver’s license. Would it be possible for her to get Alyson to suggest to her brother that he just take his siblings home as always and let her catch a ride with his friend? Wouldn’t that be awkward, too, riding in a vehicle with Chase when she’d hardly ever even spoken to the guy? Maybe Aly could come with her.Even if it did seem weird and stupid, she had to do something. Knowing Jack, he’d probably be waiting for her after school. Maybe his brother and sister would be riding with them. That would make sense. After all, they all lived in the same house. And it was
Normally, Everly sat in the same seat in German class every day. It wasn’t as if it was an assigned seat or anything, but she felt like everyone had their favorites. Today, she was tempted to sit by Will. She felt like she owed him an apology.Rather than doing that, though. She dropped her stuff off at her regular seat and then ducked over next to him for a minute. “Hey,” she said, sort of squatting, half bending over next to him.He looked up from his notebook where he’d been doodling and caught her eyes, an unhappy expression in his. “Hey.”“I’m really sorry about what happened at lunch,” she told him. “I started talking before I thought it through.”Will shrugged. “It’s all right. Fionna thinks you and I are a… thing… though.”“I talked to her in the bathroom, and I don’t think she does now.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile, but
Maura Downey really didn’t know how to give up. Jack didn’t want to be rude to her. She was a nice girl, and she was pretty. He’d gone out with her a few times. But… there was always something lacking between them. He just didn’t find her that interesting. With the winter formal coming up in about a month, he understood what she was doing now, trying to get his attention, batting her eyelashes at him, lingering next to him in the hallway, all of that stuff.Jack wasn’t interested, though, and even though he was polite and laughed at her jokes, he was really hoping the recent rumors about him and Everly would be enough to dissuade Maura from pursuing him.Apparently… not.“Well, Maura,” he said as they walked out of class together. “I’ve got to go.”“Oh, are you in a rush?” she asked. “I thought maybe we could go to the dinner and get some fries or something. Do you
Toby was still sleeping, which wasn’t a surprise at all considering everything he’d been through the day before. It was so strange to see him that still. Ordinarily, he wasn’t in the same place for more than a few seconds, and even though Everly had had all night and day to think about what had happened to him, that didn’t make it any easier to see him now.Greta walked them into the guest room where Toby was sleeping. It was a nice room, with cream paint on the walls and a full-sized bed with a pretty off-white bedspread. There was cherry wood furniture and a large television. If Toby was awake, he’d probably scratch up the furniture or pee on the beige carpet, just to let everyone know this was his room. The paintings on the walls were nice outdoor scenes. Even the guests who stayed in the Greys’ house had it pretty nice.“Here we are,” Greta said. Flowers sat on the table next to the little rolling bed Toby was in. It
“Jack!” The words Jack was about to say to Everly caught in his throat as he heard Bridge shouting his name from across the street. “Damn it,” he thought to himself. “Why did she always have such awful timing?” He wasn’t even exactly sure what he was going to say—something about whoever Everly had called on his phone, it didn’t matter, but he wanted her to know that he’d do whatever it took to help her find out what happened to her mom and keep her safe. Or something. He just wanted her to know that he cared about her. Walking down the sidewalk next to her just then, he’d wanted so badly to reach over and take her hand, but he didn’t want to freak her out. He’d done that enough recently. And now, here was Bridge, bobbing across the street, interjecting herself into their business. He tried not to be too annoyed. She had been a big help the night before after all. “Hey, Bridge,” he said as the tiny brunette came around his car. “This is