Jack pulled the car to a stop outside of Everly’s house, and he picked up her backpack, noting that her dad was home already. She figured he would be because of the telephone repair man coming that day.
“Thanks a lot for the ride and taking such good care of Toby,” she said, hoping nothing else that had come out of her mouth had offended Jack.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” Jack said, already opening his car door.
“You don’t have to do that,” Everly said. “My dad’s home.”
“I know,” he told her, but he was already out of the car. She pushed her door open, and he met her there, offering her his hand.
She took it even though she didn’t need it to get out of the car. His hand was warm, and just in the few seconds that her hand was on his, she could feel how marble-like his flesh was.
As soon as she was up and walking toward the house, the car door shut behind
Staring at the message on her phone, Everly tried to decide whether or not she should call Slate or text him back while she still had a signal. His text just said, “How is your dog? Is he still hanging in there? Are you okay?”It was nice. It was a pleasant text, something a nice person would send.Jack would have her believe that Slate’s motivation was to win her over and then pounce on her, hoping to get her to trust him and then rip her open and lap up her blood like some sort of a savage.While she knew that Jack did know this man a lot better than she did, it was still hard to believe he could sound so shocked and concerned on the phone with her the other day and still want to hurt her.“What do you want to do about dinner, Everly?”Her dad’s voice startled her, and Everly almost dropped her phone. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. He probably thought she was doing something she shouldn’t be, like l
The next morning, Everly’s alarm went off too early. It was the same time that it always went off, but she hadn’t slept well, and she could’ve done with another hour or two of sleep.She turned her alarm off and sat up, scratching at her head. At first, she was slightly panicked that Toby wasn’t next to her, but then everything came flooding back to her, and she remembered what had happened to her best friend.She also remembered that Jack was giving her a ride to school, so she hurried to go take a shower, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her. Even thinking about seeing Jack made her stomach twist into knots. It was so strange how he could have that kind of effect on her after he’d been so mean to her early on. She thought she understood now why he had been behaving like that, but still… shouldn’t she at least be a little annoyed at him still and not giddy thinking about him?As she washed her hair in the sho
By the time third period was over, Everly’s arm was driving her crazy. It was itching so badly, she had to go into the bathroom and scratch the living daylights out of it. She knew there was something wrong, but the idea that she was going to have to tell Jack that she may have been scratched by Rider made her stomach tighten up into a knot.She was just about to push into the bathroom when she heard two familiar voices and froze with the door slightly ajar.“So… now that you’re eighteen, you should have your powers, right? Why not just make Jack fall in love with you?”That was Candace. Everly would recognize her voice anywhere. Powers? What powers?“Shut your mouth, Candace!” Maura said harshly. “Someone could hear you!”“No one is in here. I already checked the stalls.”A small wall jutted out between the door and the sinks where it sounded like the two of them were standing. They wer
Seeing Toby was always nice, but there was definitely some tension between Jack and herself. Everly knew he’d said he wasn’t mad that she hadn’t told him about the scratch on her arm, but she wasn’t sure if she believed him or not.He hadn’t said anything about it. Not on the ride to his house, and not while they were visiting Toby either. Now, she was sitting in the passenger seat of his car, and she was wondering if she should bring it up or if he might.She also wanted to ask him about what she’d heard in the girl’s room. It was difficult to bring up that topic, too, though since he’d been so adamant that there was no such thing as witches, vampires, and other mythological creatures that she hated to even bring it up.Jack could obviously tell that something was bothering her, but she had to assume that he thought that it was the scratch. Of course, her mind was on that, too. It was too difficult for Everly to accept
He had kissed her. Jack didn’t mean for it to go that far, but looking at Everly’s arm and seeing how red and swollen it was, hearing her say that the scratch had gotten bigger, and just looking at how awful it looked, it was upsetting in a way he couldn’t even put into words.As much as he wanted to stay there with her, he also wanted to get home. He needed to talk to his dad. He needed to get into the library and start looking through the books there. A lot of them were hundreds of years old and written in German. A few of them were in French. Some of them had to say something about what could be done when a person with DNA like Everly’s was infected by a shifter to prevent them from being transformed into a werewolf.It was nearly impossible to let go of her. She smelled so good, like strawberries and vanilla. Her hair was silky smooth, and he could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest. It had sped up the moment he’d touched her. Bei
“What did you find out about my mom?” Everly asked Slate, her eyes focused out the front window as she waited for her dad to come home. She didn’t want him to overhear their conversation. She was also afraid that she would lose her cell phone signal right as Slate was telling her what he’d found out. That would be awful.“I can’t tell you over the phone,” Slate explained. “We need to meet in person.”Everly couldn’t believe what he was telling her. “What? No! I can’t do that. I told you, I can’t drive, and my dad won’t let me go out with anyone he doesn’t know. He definitely won’t let me go out with you.”“All right, so… I’ll just pick you up from school,” Slate said like it wasn’t that big of a deal.“From school?” Everly repeated. “You mean like after school?”“If you want to,” he said. &ld
Nerves bubbled up in Everly’s stomach all morning. Jack knew there was something bothering her, but she was able to explain that by pretending that it was just her arm that was bothering her. Every time he looked at her like he wasn’t sure what was the matter with her, Everly would just reach over and grab her arm.Mr. Donald was lecturing for most of their history class, so that was something. It gave Everly the opportunity to think about what she was about to do without having to talk to Jack. If he had any idea that she was about to sneak out of school to go and have lunch with Slate, it wouldn’t matter to him what information the member of the Licht pack had to say to her. He could know exactly what happened to her mom, and it wouldn’t matter to Jack. There’s really nothing that Slate could say to her that would be good enough to justify the risk that she was taking.But then… if she had already been scratched by Rider, what dif
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Everly said, taking in the motorcycle Slate was sitting on. "You can’t actually expect me to go anywhere on that… do you?” While it was true that she had imagined herself on the back of a motorcycle a few times since she’d literally run into Jack at the supermarket that day a few months ago, this was different. This wasn’t Jack, and she hasn’t seen or heard Jack’s motorcycle for a while.Besides, this wasn’t Jack. This was a stranger. A dangerous stranger that she was pretty sure she shouldn’t trust.“Relax, cupcake,” Slate said, a crooked grin on his face. “I’m not going to let you get hurt. Just climb on back, and hold on tight. I’ll get you to lunch and back in one piece.”“Do we even have time for this?” Everly argued.“Not if you keep standing there arguing with me,” he said. “I called ahea