Текст книги "The Fallen Star"
Автор книги: Jessica Sorensen
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I sat down on the cement steps and stretched my legs out in front of me. The 309/695
warm cement pressed through my jeans. The porch light shined from behind me and casted Laylen’s and mines shadows across the stairs below. Laylen seated himself beside me and leaned back on his elbows.
For awhile, we just sat there, gazing out at the desert, listening to the crickets chirp-ing in the distance. The stars were really dancing tonight, and I could clearly make out the constellation of Cassiopeia. I wondered if that’s where my fascination with stars came from. Perhaps, deep down inside me, I knew what I really was and that some bits and pieces of me belonged up there with them, not down here where I never truly felt like I’d belonged.
“So,” Laylen’s deep voice rang through the silence, “how’s life been with Marco and Sophia?”
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He laughed. “They never have been the most pleasant people to be around.” I swatted at a bug that landed on my elbow. Gross. “So you know them then?”
“Yeah, but I haven’t seen them in really long time.” He stared off in the distance, looking like he was lost in a painful memory.
“I haven’t seen any of the Keepers since….” He trailed off and looked at me. “Alex told you what I was, didn’t he?” I nodded. “But it’s kind of hard to believe. All of this is kind of hard to believe.”
“I imagine it would be.” His voice was sympathetic. His blue eyes held such loneliness in them.
I propped my elbow on my knee and rested my chin in my hand. “So….what exactly is it that makes you a vampire?”
“What do you mean?”
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thirsty monster. “I’ve read a lot of books and everything. Nothing that was actually factual, though. They all say different things about vampires, and I was just wondering which—or if any had some truth to them.” He rubbed his hand along his jaw line.
“You want to know what it is that makes me a monster. Whether I bite, kill, or drink blood. If I can run at an inhuman speed or have super strength?”
It sounded like such a stupid question when he put it that way. I traced a circle in a patch of sand that was on the step I was sitting on. “I guess that’s what I’m trying to ask.
Well, minus the whole monster thing because I don’t think that.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t think that I’m a monster?”
I shook my head. It wasn’t a lie either. I didn’t know him or anything, but he definitely wasn’t sending out the whole I’m-a-demon-and-I’m-going-to-kill-you vibe.
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He pressed his deep red lips together. “If that’s true then you’re probably the first to ever think that.” He gave a long pause. “The whole hungry-for-blood thing doesn’t apply to me. I don’t drink blood. I don’t kill.”
“But it applies to other vampires?” He nodded. “Other vampires are probably a lot like what you’ve read. And I’m not talking about the ones who drink blood, and do it by killing animals. They like to kill.” A chill crept down my spine. “Why haven’t I ever heard anything about them existing?” I mean, if people were dying because their blood was being drained, you’d think there’d have been something mentioned on the news about it.
“For the same reason you didn’t know what you were. People are excellent at keeping secrets.”
“Yes, they are,” I agreed.
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that normal vampires have. I’m immortal.
I’m stronger than the average person. I have fangs.”
I gaped at him. “You have fangs.” He nodded. “They’re retractable and I don’t use them. Ever.” I couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. I know staring is rude and everything, but I just couldn’t seem to look away. The guy just told me he had retractable fangs for crying out loud. How could I not stare?
He laughed, and I got a full view of his flat, white teeth. “Staring at them isn’t going to bring them out.”
I quickly turned my head away, feeling stupid. Could it be true? Could I really be sitting in the desert next to a vampire, all while harboring the energy of a fallen star inside me? There was so much wrong with that statement, and yet, in a bizarre, twisted way, it felt right.
It felt true.
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The howl of a coyote cut through the air, and I jumped.
“I can also sense when a person’s afraid,” Laylen remarked.
“I’m not afraid,” I told him.
“I know.” He stood up and dusted off his jeans. “Which makes you kind of weird.” I sighed. “Weird seems to be my middle name.”
He chuckled. “So it does.” Everything seemed strange. Here I was, having barely discovered my life was a web of lies, and yet I still found myself able to laugh. A quiet laugh, but nonetheless still a laugh.
I heard the front door creak open. Alex stepped out underneath the porch light with a displeased expression on his face. “You two having fun?”
What? I wasn’t allowed to laugh? Well, I guess technically laughing was an emotion, but whatever.
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I looked up at Laylen, who winked at me before extending his hand out to help me up.
His hand felt cold against mine as he helped me to my feet. Truth to another myth, I wondered.
I let go of his hand and followed him up the stairs, where Alex was waiting impatiently for us. He shot Laylen a glare as he walked by, but didn’t even so much as give me the benefit of a scowl, staring out into the darkness as I stepped past him.
Chapter 16
When we were back inside, Alex informed us that he hadn’t been able to get a hold of anyone, which I found very odd. I mean how was it that three people wouldn’t be answering their phones at the exact same time? It couldn’t just be coincidental. There was no way. There had to be more to it. And by the way Alex looked—all stressed out and confused—I was guessing he felt about the same as I did.
I sat down at the table and watched Alex pace back and forth across the room. He continued to do so for awhile, not saying anything, and I was starting to grow restless. I wished he’d say something because the silence was driving me nuts.
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Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take matters into my own hands.
“So what are we supposed to do now?” Aislin, who had parked herself in the chair across from mine, was tapping her cell phone anxiously on her knee—apparently, no one could sit still. “We try to find them.” Alex stopped pacing and shook his head.
“That’s easier said than done.”
“I’m just trying to help,” she said.
“There’s no need to be rude.”
“Did you two ever consider that maybe they don’t want you to get a hold of them?” Laylen asked.
Alex tossed his phone down on the table.
It skidded across it and came to a stop just in front of me. “Laylen, whatever it is you’re trying to say, just say it.” He crossed his arms and leaned back against one of the bookshelves, the muscles of his arms flexing beneath his shirt. I had to admit the guy was cut. I wonder if it had 318/695
anything to do with him being a vampire.
Vampires were supposed to be cut, weren’t they? Then again, Alex was the same way so maybe it was a Keeper thing—being perfectly built. Because, trust me, that’s what they both were.
My gaze wandered over to Alex. The sleeves of his long sleeve grey shirt were pushed up, the muscles of his forearms visible. I wondered what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around me.
Suddenly I realized Alex was staring at me. Why was he staring at me? Because I was staring at him. He cocked an eyebrow and gave me a curious look.
I quickly looked away. I was such an idiot. Here I was, in the middle of a chaotic mess, my life in danger, and all I could do was stare at Alex’s muscles.
“You want to know what I think,” Laylen said. “I don’t think it’s just a coincidence that Stephan,
Marco,
and
Sophia
are
all
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unreachable at the exact same time all hell breaks loose. There’s got to be more to it than that.” He moved away from the shelf and walked over to Alex. “For all we know, they could be working with Demetrius and the Death Walkers.”
“Why would they be working with the Death Walkers?” I asked.
“Gemma just ignore him,” Alex said, glaring at Laylen.
“Why should I?” I asked. “From what I know, there are two liars in this room. And he’s not one of them.”
Laylen pressed his lips together to hold back a grin. Aislin frowned, looking hurt.
And Alex sauntered over toward me, a cynical smile on his face as he leaned across the table and looked me right in the eyes. He kept his voice low, making my body hum.
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kind of like it. It makes things more interesting.”
He was mocking me. I got that. But I couldn’t seem to think of anything to throw back at him. My brain had spaced out on me.
Stupid brain.
He backed away from the table, looking disappointed.
“Maybe we should go back to Afton and check up on things,” Aislin suggested. “There might be something back at the house that could help us figure out where they are.” Alex stared at her, dumfounded. “Are you crazy? There’s no way we’re taking Gemma back there. It’s too dangerous.”
“What? Am I never going back there?” I sounded upset. But really, I don’t know why.
Escaping the snowy mountains was what I’d always wanted, right? But I had never pictured I’d have to leave because my life was in danger.
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“You can’t go back. Not when the Death Walkers know what you are.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Does that upset you or something?”
I considered this, thinking about going back to the mountains, to the snow, to living with Marco and Sophia again. I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess not, but where am I going to go?”
Alex dragged his fingers through his dark brown hair. “That’s a question only Stephan can answer.”
What was it about this Stephan? And why could he make decisions about my life? I was eighteen years old after all, which was old enough that I could be living by myself.
Yeah, I understood that I was carrying around a precious, world saving star’s energy inside me, but that didn’t mean my life shouldn’t be my own.
“I don’t think—” I started.
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Alex talked over me. “We need to get a hold of them.” He picked his cell phone up from the table and checked the screen.
“Otherwise, we’re lost.”
“Well…” Aislin tapped her phone against her chin. “What we could do is leave Gemma here with Laylen while you and I go back.” Alex scowled at her. “There’s no way in hell I’m leaving her alone with him.” Laylen laughed, but it was a laugh un-derlined with hurt. “What? Am I not even considered a person anymore?” Alex’s pause lasted one second too long.
I could feel the tension bubbling, about to erupt.
“That’s not what I was trying to say,” Alex said very unconvincingly. “I’m just worried something might happen while I’m gone, and you wouldn’t be able to protect her.”
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you are, and you know it. You just don’t trust me.” They stared at one another like two angry dogs about to break out in a fight.
Then, to make things worse, Laylen added, “I just might be even more capable than you.” For a second I thought they might kill each other. I had the feeling that there was more to their fight then what was being said.
Like maybe something had happened in the past. I mean, there had to be more to their little argument than who was more qualified to protect me. If they did end up fighting each other, considering Laylen was a vampire, I’d say the odds were in his favor. And as much as Alex had pissed me off, I really didn’t want to watch him get hurt. Plus, it would have been a great tragedy for that gorgeous face of his to get messed up.
I looked at Aislin, hoping she’d do something to stop it. But she was chewing on a strand of her hair, staring down at the table. So I guess I was on my own.
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“So do I not get a say in any of this?” I said in a voice loud enough to break the tension.
Laylen and Alex tore their eyes away from one another, and I had to hover back from the burning anger in their faces that was all of a sudden being directed at me.
Losing some of my confidence, my voice quieted a little. “It’s my life so I think I should have some say in this, right?”
”No,” Alex said. “You don’t get a say in any of this.”
My anger boiled. So this was how it was going to be from now on? I wouldn’t get a say in anything? After what my life had been—or hadn’t been I guess I should say—I thought I should be allowed to have some say. I deserved at least that much. I clenched my hands into fists, almost regretting that I’d interrupted the fight between Laylen and him.
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Shrugging off my death stare, Alex turned to Aislin. “Can you get us to Afton and back quickly?”
She raised her chin with confidence. “Of course I can.”
“Then fine. We’ll leave her here with Laylen.” He aimed his finger at Laylen, “But if anything happens to her, it’s on you.” Laylen rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen to her.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Alex said.
Another eye roll from Laylen. “Thanks for the confidence.”
“I have to go back into the library and grab my candle and crystal,” Aislin announced. “Then we can go.” I cocked my head to the side. “Crystal?
What crystal?”
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“Oh.” Okay, now I remembered. All too painfully remembered. The purple amethyst, the burning candle, the glowing yellow eyes.
I shivered.
She started to get to her feet, but then dropped back down in the chair, smacking her hand on her forehead. “Crap. Crap Crap.
I completely forgot that the Death Walkers’
ice ruined it. We were lucky just to make it here.”
“There’s no way you can do it without a crystal?” Alex asked.
“No.” She wrapped a strand of her hair around her finger, thinking. “Well, there are other ways, but I haven’t learned how to do them yet.”
The room grew silent, except for the cracking sound Alex’ knuckles made as he popped them.
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“The one the looks like an amethyst.” She propped up her elbow on the table and let her chin fall into her hand. “Now what are we going to do?”
“Is it a Vectum Crystal?” Laylen asked.
Aislin raised her chin out of her hand, a hopeful expression on her face. “Do you have one?”
“No, but I know where we can get one.” He gestured over his shoulder at the window.
“There’s this place in Vegas that sells things like that. I bet they’d have one.” Alex shook his head. “No. No way. There is no way we’re taking Gemma into Vegas.
It’s way too dangerous.”
“So I can’t go to Vegas. And I can’t go home,” I said, counting down on my fingers.
“Is there anywhere I can go?”
“Not really.”
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voice that made my body hum. “Do you have to argue about everything?” I ignored the flutter my heart did. Stupid, betraying heart. “Maybe.”
“Alex, can we please just go get the crystal and get this taken care of,” Aislin begged.
“Sitting here and arguing about it isn’t going to get us anywhere.”
He shook his head, his green eyes fixed solely on me. “I said it’s too dangerous for Gemma to go.”
I took an exasperated breath. “Please stop say—”
He placed his hand across my mouth.
My lips sparkled underneath his warm, electric skin. God, it felt good. Way too good.
Mind numbingly good. I was supposed to be mad at him…wasn’t I?
“It’s too dangerous.” His voice flowed out like velvet.
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different? What if he wasn’t a Keeper and I was carrying a world saving star inside me?
What if we’d met under normal circumstances? What if I was allowed to have those kinds of feelings for him? The ones that I was feeling right now, but knew I wasn’t supposed to be feeling. Would things have been different between us? Maybe. Or maybe I’d have been just a silly girl with a crush and ended up with a broken heart. Alex really did seem like the heartbreaking type.
Blinking myself back to reality, I shoved his hand away from my mouth. He looked momentarily stunned, blinking a few times, like he was just waking up from a dream.
“Alex, going into Vegas isn’t any more dangerous than sitting around here,” Laylen pointed out. “In fact, we’ll be on the move so it might even be safer.”
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Laylen shook his head and sighed.
“Look, this place is very low key. We’ll go straight there and straight back. Trust me, there won’t be any problems.” Alex deliberated this. “You promise you won’t try to make any other stops. Just straight there and straight back?” Laylen stared at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Where else is it that you think I’m going to try and take us? McDon-alds? Walmart? Oh, wait a minute, I do need to make a quick stop by the cemetery.” Trying to choke back a laugh, I ended up letting out a snort. I had to give the guy props. He was pretty funny.
Alex shot me a dirty look. “What? You think this is funny?”
I choked back another laugh, luckily without snorting this time, and shook my head.
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Laylen did laugh, though. And Aislin sighed, dropping her head down on the table in an I-am-so-over-this way.
“Well, I’m glad you two find this so funny.” Alex grabbed a hold of the back of a chair, his gaze pressing into me. “Don’t un-derestimate the Death Walkers, Gemma.
They will kill you if they get the chance.” I swallowed the huge lump that had wiggled its way up my throat. A blanket of fear wrapped its way around my body. He was right. It wasn’t funny.
“Alex, knock it off,” Aislin warned.
“You’re scaring her.”
“Good,” he said. “She should be scared.” After that, all arguments came to a halt.
The decision to go to Vegas was made with the stipulation that there would be no stopping except to get the crystal.
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was no way I could go anywhere with blood all over my shirt. It was a fairly small spot, but whatever. I was tired of arguing.
I guess Alex and Aislin use to take fre-quent visits to Laylen’s house, and Aislin had a room packed with a bunch of her stuff, including clothes. I was skeptical about wearing anything that belonged to Aislin. I mean, her whole wardrobe was so…pink. But right now, I guess fashion wasn’t important.
Then again, was it ever?
The room she took me back to looked just like a normal girl’s room should look; pink floral patterned wallpaper, rose colored carpet, a white four post bed covered with tons of fluffy pillows.
Aislin marched up to an armoire in the corner and threw open the doors. “The only problem is you’re about five inches taller than me,” she said, assessing the selection of clothes hanging up. “But I guess we’ll just have to make something work.” 333/695
I dropped down on the bed. “So you guys used to come here a lot?” She took out a pink t-shirt and tossed it on the bed beside me. “Yeah, this house actually used to belong to Laylen’s parents, and we used to come up here to take a break from everything.” She threw a glittery scarf onto the bed. A scarf? We were in the desert for crying out loud. “Things change, though.” She sighed, staring down at the pair of jeans she was holding in her hand. “We haven’t been up here in a really long time.” There was such sadness in the way she said it, and it made me wondered why they’d stopped coming up here. But I didn’t ask.
She started rummaging through the clothes again, every once and awhile tossing something onto the bed. Covering the walls was an array of photos. I got up and walked around, looking at them. One in particular caught my attention. It was of Laylen, standing out in the desert, his arm wrapped 334/695
around Aislin’s shoulder in an affectionate way that gave the impression they might have been a couple once. Next to Laylen, stood Alex, and cuddling up him was a pretty blonde-haired girl. All of them were smiling.
They looked so happy. It made my heart hurt a little. Happy. Had I ever felt it?
“That was taken a couple of years ago,” Ailsin said.
I tore my eyes off of the photo and found her watching me.
“I think I was about fourteen or so,” she said. “So about five years ago.” I did the math and something didn’t add up. “Wait. How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” She tossed a skirt onto the bed. “Alex is actually twenty. We lied about our ages so we could enroll in school.”
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in store for. “What about Laylen? How old is he?”
“Well, he would’ve been twenty-two, but after he got…um….” She drifted off and then shook her head. But I knew what she was going to say. Before he got bit. “But yeah, he’s stuck at nineteen now so...” She tossed a shirt onto the bed, then came over and stared down at the pile of clothes with a look of sheer determination on her face. “Okay, let see if any of these fit you.” Spotting a black t-shirt at the top of the pile, I snatched it up immediately.
Aislin sighed. “Gemma, would it kill you to wear colors that aren’t so depressing.”
“It might.”
She sighed again. “Fine. But could you at least wear a skirt or something?” I shook my head. “I hate skirts.”
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I stared at her, confused. “I don’t remember this?”
Her bright green eyes went wide. She’d said something she wasn’t supposed to.
“What?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She quickly shook her head.
“It’s nothing.” She started to search through the pile of clothes again.
“It’s something.” I stood up, hugging the black t-shirt to my chest “Whatever it is, you need to tell me. It’s not fair that—” She cut me off, shoving a pair of denim shorts at me. “Gemma. Please just drop it.”
“How do you expect me to—”
“Please,” she said in a quiet, but firm, voice.
I grinded my teeth and snatched the pair of shorts out of her hand. “Fine.” I turned for the door, but stopped just short of it. “Where should I change?”
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Dazed, and a little out of it, I ended up passing the bathroom and had to retrace my steps. But eventually I found it. Aislin’s strange behavior, after she’d said that I used to run around in dresses, had me puzzled. I couldn’t figure out why she’d freaked out.
Why was it so bad for her to mention I liked wearing dresses when I was a child? For now, though, all I could do was wonder.
So that I didn’t tear my stitches open, I had to be careful as I slipped out of my blood-stained shirt and pulled on the black tee. But when I went to tug the shorts on, I realized the “shorts” Aislin had given me weren’t shorts at all, but a denim skirt. By accident, I think not. I might have loved to wear dresses when I was little, but that didn’t mean I did now. I stuck my tongue out at the skirt before reluctantly putting it on.
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pathetic attempt to bring myself out of this dream I was sure I was stuck in. Vampires, witches, and secret groups who saved the world weren’t supposed to exist. They couldn’t exist. There was no way. It was all too unreal —too science fiction. They key word here being “fiction.” But after I’d patted my face dry and opened my eyes, the same navy blue walls of Laylen’s bathroom still surrounded me. I glanced into the mirror hanging above the sink and sighed at the sight of my freakishly violet eyes staring back at me. I wondered if it was the star’s energy that had created the color. How was I supposed to know how much of my reflection was me? And how much of it was the stars?
A knock at the door startled me.
“Gemma, are you ready to go?” Aislin asked.
I blinked one last time at my reflection before turning away from it.
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Chapter 17
Laylen drove a 1960’s Black Pontiac GTO
with white racing stripes streaming down the middle of the hood. Apparently, he and Alex had this thing for classic cars. Something I picked up on during a very brief guy bonding moment between the two of them, when Alex had first seen the “beautiful” car.
I was starting to figure out that guys were kind of weird.
But anyway…
Their bonding moment quickly came and passed, and a few minutes later, we were driving down the dirt road with nothing more than the roar of the tires to fill the silence.
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the freeway. I was sitting in the back seat, watching the stars streak across the sky in shades of violet and silver. Alex had insisted that no one else could sit beside me but him, muttering something about it being safer that way in case the Death Walkers tried to ambush us or something. But being in the back seat of a two-door vehicle during an ambush—I could see no advantage to the seating arrangement whatsoever.
To make things even more complicated, being confined in the car was causing the electricity to crackle like a wildfire. My skin was getting hot and sweaty, and I felt like I was burning up with a fever. Fortunately, I discovered that, even in the desert, the air cooled during the night and chilled the windows.
I had my cheek resting against the glass, on the verge of falling asleep, when Alex asked, “What are you doing?”
“Trying to sleep,” I mumbled crankily.
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“You look like you’re burning up,” he remarked.
I heard him shift in the seat, and the next thing I knew he’d pressed the palm of his hand to my forehead. It sent a shot of heat through my already burning up body, causing me to jump. Great. It was so freaking hot—the last thing I needed was for him to touch me.
I turned my head to look at him. He’d narrowed the distance between us so drastically that, even through the darkness, I could see his eyes assessing me over.
“What are you doing?” I asked, raising my face away from the window.
“Checking if you have a fever.”
“I don’t have a fever,” I argued, sliding my forehead out from under his hand.
But his hand followed me. He dragged it gently along my temple, letting it come to rest on my cheek. “You’re skin feels really warm.”
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“That’s because I am warm,” I said, my voice sharp. “And you touching me just makes it worse.” I tilted my face and his hand fell to his lap. “You’re too hot.” As soon as I said it, I immediately wanted to slap myself on the forehead. You’re too hot. What it wrong with you Gemma?“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” I stammered. And I really didn’t. I swear.
It didn’t matter, though. It was too late.
The damage had already been done. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a beautiful, yet smug, smile. “I’m too hot, huh?”
“Oh, shut up.” Through the darkness, I fixed him with my angriest glare. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Do I?” His eyebrow teased upward.
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need to know that. “What I meant to say was your skin feels too hot.”
“Okay, whatever you say.” I heaved an angry breath. “You are such a—” I snapped my jaw shut as the city suddenly blistered over the horizon.
The sight was breathtaking. Flashy neon lights of every shape and color dazzled so vi-brantly against the blackness of the night that I wondered if staring at it for a long length of time would make me go blind. Giant billboards lit up the sides of the road, and uniquely shaped buildings stretched godly toward the sky. As we emerged closer to the city, the sidewalks became packed with mobs of people, the air buzzing with excitement. Now I understood why its nick-name had been deemed The City that Never Sleeps. Everything was so alive and awake.
Awestruck by the sight, I pinched my arm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and winced from the sting I undeniably felt.
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Alex must have seen me do it, because he leaned over and whispered, “You’re not dreaming. It’s real.”
I rubbed the pinched spot on my arm. “I was just making sure.”
He smiled. Clearly, I was entertaining him.
We drove by a massive glass pyramid, a giant pirate ship, and a small replica of the Eiffel tower, finally hitting the heart of the city. Laylen made an unexpected veer to the right, and the atmosphere abruptly shifted.
The lights faded away, and the crowds of people thinned out. The buildings shrank from the sky, looking worn out and less exciting. I caught Aislin reaching over and locking her door. The place was definitely sketchy.
I chewed nervously on my bottom lip and scooted away from the window to distance myself as much as I could from the outside.
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“You do realize it’s almost one o’clock,” Aislin informed Laylen. Back at the house, while I’d been in the bathroom changing my clothes, she’d changed as well, now wearing a frilly skirt and a lacy trimmed camisole. On her shoulder blade was a tattoo of a crescent moon outlined by a black star. “Is this place even going to be open so late?” Laylen flipped the signal light on. “Yeah, it’ll be open. It’s only open at night.” What kind of place was only open at night? Probably one as creepy as the street we were on.
Laylen made another turn, this time to the left, and any sign of life died instantaneously. Not a single person was in sight. The buildings looked dead, broken, and old, most of the windows boarded up. And as Laylen slowed the GTO to a crawl, all I could think was, yes, of course this is the street we’re stopping on. We couldn’t have just stopped back in the land of the living, where the 347/695
