WHILEย Iย TRIED TO CONCENTRATE ON THE THIRD ACT OFย Macbeth, I was
listening for my truck. I would have thought Iโd hear the engineโs roar even over the pounding rain. But when I went to look out the window again, it was suddenly there.
I wasnโt super excited to get up on Friday, and it more than lived up to my negative expectations. Of course there were all the fainting comments. Jeremy especially seemed to get a kick out of that story. He laughed till he choked when Logan pretended to swoon at the lunch table. Luckily, McKayla had kept her mouth shut, and no one seemed to know about Edytheโs involvement. Jeremy did have a lot of questions about yesterdayโs lunch, though.
โWhat did Edythe Cullen want?โ heโd asked in Trig.
โNot sure.โ It was the truth. โShe never really got to the point.โ โShe looked kind of mad.โ
Iโd shrugged. โDid she?โ
โIโve never seen her sit with anyone but her family before. That was weird.โ
โYeah, weird,โ Iโd agreed.
Heโd seemed kind of irritated that I didnโt have better answers.
The worst part about Friday was that, even though I knew she wasnโt going to be there, I still hoped. When I walked into the cafeteria with Jeremy and McKayla, I couldnโt keep from looking at her table, where Royal, Archie, and Jessamine sat, talking with their heads close together. I
wondered if Archie had been the one to drive my truck home last night, and what he thought about the chore.
At my normal table, everyone was full of our plans for the next day. McKayla was animated again, putting a lot more trust in the local weatherman than I thought he deserved. Iโd have to see his promised sun before I believed it. At least it was warmer todayโalmost sixty, though it was still wet. Maybe the trip wouldnโt be totally miserable.
I caught a few unfriendly glances from Logan during lunch, which I didnโt really understand. Just like everyone else, Iโd laughed along with his fainting stunt. But I got some clarification as we walked out of the room. I guess he didnโt realize how close I was behind him.
He ran a hand over his slicked-back, silver-blond hair. โI donโt know whyย Beaufortโโhe said my name with a sneerโโdoesnโt just sit with the Cullens now,โ I heard him mutter to McKayla. Iโd never noticed before what a nasal voice he had, and I was surprised now by the malice in it. I really didnโt know him well, not well enough for him to dislike meโor so I would have thought.
โHeโs my friend; he sits with us,โ McKayla snapped back. Loyal, but also territorial. I paused to let Jeremy and Allen pass. I didnโt want to hear any more.
Later, at dinner, Charlie seemed excited about my trip to La Push in the morning. I guessed he felt guilty for leaving me home alone on the weekends, but heโd spent too many years building his habits to break them now. And I never minded the alone time.
Of course he knew the names of all the kids going, and their parents, and their great-grandparents, too, probably. He obviously approved. I wondered if he would approve of my plan to ride to Seattle with Edythe. He seemed to like the Cullens a lot. But there was no reason to tell him about it.
โDad, do you know a place called Goat Rocks or something like that? I think itโs south of Mount Rainier.โ
โYeah, why?โ
I shrugged. โSome kids were talking about camping there.โ
โItโs not a very good place for camping.โ He sounded surprised. โToo many bears. Most people go there during hunting season.โ
โHuh. Maybe I got it wrong.โ
I meant to sleep in, but the light woke me. Instead of the same gloomy half-light Iโd gotten up to for the past two months, there was a bright, clear yellow streaming through my window. I couldnโt believe it, but there it was
โfinallyโthe sun. It was in the wrong place, too low and not as close as it should be, but it was definitely the sun. Clouds still ringed the horizon, but a wide blue patch took up most of the sky. I threw on my clothes quickly, afraid the blue would disappear as soon as I turned my back.
Newtonโs Olympic Outfitters was just north of town. Iโd seen the store but never stopped thereโnot having much desire for the supplies needed to intentionally stay outdoors over an extended period of time. In the parking lot I saw McKaylaโs Suburban and Taylorโs Sentra. As I pulled up next to their vehicles, I saw the kids standing around in front of the Suburban. Erica was there, and two other girls I knew from class; I was pretty sure their names were Becca and Colleen. Jeremy was there, flanked by Allen and Logan. Three other guys stood with them, including one I remembered falling over in Gym on Friday. That one gave me a dirty look as I climbed out of the truck, and then said something to Logan. They laughed loudly, and Logan pretended he was passing out. The other guy caught him at first, then let him fall. They both busted up again, Logan just lying there on the pavement with his hands behind his head.
So it was going to be like that.
At least McKayla was happy to see me.
โYou came!โ she called, sounding thrilled. โAnd I promised it would be sunny, didnโt I?โ
โI told you I was coming.โ
โWeโre just waiting for Leann and Seanโฆ unless you invited someone,โ she added.
โNope, itโs just me,โ I lied lightly, hoping I wouldnโt get caught. But then again, it would be worth getting caught out if it meant I could spend the day with Edythe.
McKayla smiled. โDo you want to ride with me? Itโs either that or Leannโs momโs minivan.โ
โSure.โ
Her smile was huge. It was so easy to make her happy.
โYou can have shotgun,โ she promised, and I saw Jeremy look up at us
and then scowl. Not so easy to make McKayla and Jeremy happy at the same time.
The numbers worked out, though. Leann brought two extra people, so every space was necessary. I made Jeremy climb in before me so that he was wedged between McKayla and me in the front seat of the Suburban. McKayla could have been more gracious about it, but as least Jeremy seemed appeased.
It was only fifteen miles to La Push from Forks, with thick green forests edging the road most of the way and the wide Quillayute River snaking beneath it twice. I was glad I had the window seat. Weโd rolled the windows downโthe Suburban was claustrophobic with nine people in itโand I tried to absorb as much sunlight as possible.
Iโd been to the beaches around La Push lots of times during my Forks summers with Charlie, so the mile-long crescent of First Beach was familiar. Still breathtaking, though. The water was dark gray, even in the sunlight, white-capped and heaving onto the rocky shore. Islands rose out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides, each with a spiky crown of black firs. The beach had only a thin border of actual sand at the waterโs edge; after that it was a million smooth rocks that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every color a stone could be. The tide line was piled with huge driftwood trees, bleached white by the salty waves
โsome piled together against the forestโs edge, and some lying alone just out of reach of the waves.
There was a strong breeze coming off the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle circled above them. The clouds still crowded the edges of the sky, but for now the sun shone warmly in its backdrop of blue.
We trudged through the thick sand down to the beach, McKayla leading the way to a circle of driftwood logs that had clearly been used for parties before. There was a fire ring already in place, filled with black ashes. Erica and the girl I thought was named Becca gathered broken branches of driftwood from the driest piles against the forest edge, and soon had a teepee-shaped construction built atop the old cinders.
โHave you ever seen a driftwood fire?โ McKayla asked me. I was sitting on one of the bleached benches; Jeremy and Allen sat on either side of me, but most of the other guys sat across the circle from us. McKayla knelt by
the fire, holding a cigarette lighter to one of the smaller pieces of kindling. โNo,โ I said as she placed the blazing twig carefully against the teepee. โYouโll like this, thenโwatch the colors.โ She lit another small branch
and laid it alongside the first. The flames started to lick quickly up the dry wood.
โItโs blue,โ I said in surprise.
โThe salt does it. Cool, isnโt it?โ She lit one more piece, placed it where the fire hadnโt yet caught, and then came to sit by me. Luckily, Jeremy was on her other side. He turned to McKayla and started asking her questions about the plan for the day. I watched the strange blue and green flames crackle upward.
After a half hour of talk, some of the girls wanted to hike to the nearby tide pools, but most of the guys wanted to head up to the one shop in the village for food.
I wasnโt sure which side to join. I wasnโt hungry, and I loved the tide poolsโIโd loved them since I was just a kid; they were one of the only things I ever looked forward to when I had to come to Forks. On the other hand, Iโd also fallen into them a lot. Not a big deal when youโre seven and with your dad. It reminded me suddenly of Edytheโnot that she wasnโt always somewhere in my thoughtsโand how sheโd told me not to fall into the ocean.
Logan was the one who made my decision for me. He was the loudest voice in the argument, and he wanted food. The group splintered into three piecesโfood, hiking, and staying putโwith most people following Logan. I waited until Taylor and Erica had committed to going with him before I got up quietly to join the pro-hiking group. McKayla smiled wide when she saw that I was coming.
The hike was short, but I hated to lose the sun in the trees. The green light of the forest was a strange setting for the teenage laughter, too murky and menacing to be in harmony with the joking around me. I had to concentrate on my feet and head, avoiding roots below and branches above, and I fell behind. When I broke through the dark edge of the forest and found the rocky shore again, I was the last one. It was low tide, and a tidal river flowed past us on its way to the sea. Along its rocky banks, shallow pools that never completely drained were filled with tiny sea creatures.
I was cautious not to lean too far over the little ocean ponds. The others
were reckless, leaping over the rocks, perching precariously on the edges. I found a stable-looking rock on the fringe of one of the largest pools and sat there, totally entertained by the natural aquarium below me. The bouquets of anemones rippled in the invisible current, hermit crabs scurried around the edges in their spiraled shells, starfish stuck motionless to the rocks and each other, and one small black eel with white racing stripes wove through the bright green weeds, waiting for the sea to return. Watching took most of my attention, except for the small part of my mind that was wondering what Edythe was doing now, and trying to imagine what she would be saying if she were here instead.
Suddenly everyone was hungry, and I got up stiffly to follow them back. I tried to keep up better this time through the woods, so naturally I tripped. I got some shallow scrapes on my palms, but they didnโt bleed much.
When we got back to First Beach, the group weโd left behind had multiplied. As we got closer I could see the shining, straight black hair and copper skin of the new arrivals, teenagers from the reservation come to socialize. Food was already being passed around, and the hikers hurried to claim a share. Erica introduced us to the new kids as we each entered the driftwood circle. Allen and I were the last to arrive, and, as Erica said our names, I noticed a younger girl sitting on the ground near the fire look up at me with interest. I sat down next to Allen, and McKayla joined us with sandwiches and sodas. The girl who looked to be the oldest of the visitors rattled off the names of the seven others with her. All I caught was that one of the boys was also named Jeremy, and the girl who noticed me was named Julie.
It was relaxing to sit next to Allen; he was an easy person to be around
โhe didnโt feel the need to fill every silence with talk, leaving me free to think while we ate. And what I thought about was how strangely time seemed to flow in Forks, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched into my mind. I knew exactly what caused the difference, and it was troubling.
During lunch the clouds started to move in, darting in front of the sun momentarily, casting long shadows across the beach, and blackening the waves. As they finished eating, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Some walked down to the edge of the waves, trying to skip rocks
across the choppy surface. Others were gathering a second expedition to the tide pools. McKaylaโwith Jeremy shadowing herโheaded up to the little store. Some of the local kids went with them; others went along on the hike. By the time they all had scattered, I was sitting alone on my driftwood log, with Logan and Taylor talking by the CD player someone had brought, and three teenagers from the reservation, including the girl named Julie and the oldest girl, who had acted as spokesperson.
A few minutes after Allen left with the hikers, Julie came over to take his place by my side. She looked fourteen, maybe fifteen, and had long, glossy black hair pulled back with a rubber band at the nape of her neck. Her skin was really beautiful, like coppery silk, her dark eyes were wide-set above her high cheekbones, and her lips were curved like a bow. It was a very pretty face. However, my positive opinion was damaged by the first words out of her mouth.
โYouโre Beaufort Swan, arenโt you?โ
It was like the first day of school all over again. โBeau,โ I sighed.
โRight,โ she said, like sheโd already known that. โIโm Julie Black.โ She held out her hand. โYou bought my momโs truck.โ
โOh,โ I said, relieved, shaking her warm hand. โBonnieโs your mom. I probably should remember you.โ
โNo, Iโm the youngest of the familyโyou would remember my older brothers.โ
And suddenly I did. โAdam and Aaron.โ Charlie and Bonnie and Bonnieโs husbandโGeorge, I remembered now; heโd died a few years back, car accident or something, and Charlie had been really sadโhad thrown us together a lot during my visits, to keep us busy while they fished. Weโd never made much progress as friends. Of course, Iโd objected often enough to end the fishing trips by the time I was eleven. โAdam and Aaron andโฆ Jules, wasnโt it?โ
She smiled. โYou do remember. No oneโs called me that since my brothers left.โ
โThey arenโt here?โ I examined the boys at the oceanโs edge, wondering if I would be able to recognize them now.
Jules shook her head. โNo, Adam got a scholarship to Washington State, and Aaron married a Samoan surferโhe lives in Hawaii now.โ
โMarried. Wow.โ I was stunned. The twins were only a little over a year older than I was.
โSo how do you like the truck?โ she asked. โI love it. It runs great.โ
โYeah, but itโs really slow,โ she laughed. โI wasย soย relieved when Charlie bought it. My mom wouldnโt let me work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there.โ
โItโs not that slow,โ I objected. โHave you tried to go over sixty?โ โNo,โ I admitted.
โGood. Donโt.โ She grinned.
I couldnโt help grinning back. โIt does great in a collision,โ I offered in my truckโs defense.
โI donโt think a tank could take out that old monster,โ she agreed with another laugh.
โSo you build cars?โ I asked, impressed.
โWhen I have free time, and parts. You wouldnโt happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?โ she added jokingly. She had an interesting voice, warm and kind of throaty.
โSorry,โ I laughed, โI havenโt seen any lately, but Iโll keep my eyes open for you.โ As if I knew what that was. She was very easy to talk with.
She flashed a brilliant smile, looking at me in a way I was learning to recognize. I wasnโt the only one who noticed.
โYou know Beaufort, Julie?โ Logan asked. I should have known someone like Logan would notice how much I disliked my full name.
โBeau and I have sort of known each other since I was born,โ Jules said, smiling at me again.
โHow nice for you,โ Logan said. I hadnโt noticed before how fishy his pale green eyes were.
Jules raised her eyebrows at his tone. โYes, isnโt it wonderful?โ
Her sarcasm seemed to throw Logan off, but he wasnโt done with me yet. โBeau, Taylor and I were just saying that it was too bad none of the Cullens could come out today. Didnโt anyone think to ask them?โ
He looked at me like heย knewย Iโd asked Edythe to come, and thought it was hilarious that sheโd turned me down. Only, it hadnโt felt like a rejection in the momentโitโd felt like sheโd wanted to come with me, but couldnโt.
Had I read her wrong?
My worries were interrupted by a strong, clear voice. โYou mean Dr. Carine Cullenโs family?โ
It was the older girl who had first introduced the local kids. She was even older than Iโd thought, now that I looked at her closer. Not really a girl at all, but a woman. Unlike Julieโs, her hair was cut short as a boyโs. She was standing now, and I saw that she was almost as tall as I was.
Logan glared at her, glaredย upย because he was shorter than she was, irritated because sheโd spoken before I could respond. โYes, do you know them?โ he asked in a patronizing tone, only half-turned toward her.
โThe Cullens donโt come here,โ she said, and in her clear, forceful voice, it sounded less like an observation and more likeโฆ a command. She had ignored his question, but clearly the conversation was over.
Taylor, trying to win back Loganโs attention, asked his opinion of the CD she held. He was distracted.
I stared at the womanโshe stood with a confident, straight posture, looking away toward the dark forest. Sheโd said that the Cullens didnโt come here, but her tone had implied something moreโthat they werenโt allowed to come, that they were prohibited from coming here. Her manner left a strange impression with me that I couldnโt shake.
Jules interrupted my meditation. โSo, is Forks driving you insane yet?โ
I frowned. Possibly, I was literally insane at this point. โIโd say thatโs an understatement.โ
She grinned sympathetically.
I was still turning over the womanโs brief comment on the Cullens, and piecing it together with what Iโd read from Edytheโs reactions the other day. I looked at Jules, speculating.
โWhat?โ she asked.
โYou want to take a walk down the beach with me?โ
She looked at Logan, then back to me with a quick grin. โYeah, letโs get out of here.โ
As we walked north toward the driftwood seawall, the clouds finally won. The sun disappeared, the sea turned black, and the temperature started to drop. I shoved my hands deep in the pockets of my jacket.
While we walked, I thought about the way Edythe could always get me to talk, how she would look at me from under her thick eyelashes and the
gold of her eyes would burn and I would forget everythingโmy own name, how to breathe, everything but her. I eyed the girl walking alongside me now. Jules just had on a long-sleeved t-shirt, but she swung her arms as she walked, not bothered by the cold. The wind whipped her silky black hair into twists and knots on her back. There was something very natural and open about her face. Even if I knew how to do that burning thing that Edythe did, this girl would probably just laugh at me. But not meanly, I didnโt think. With Jules, you would always be in on the joke.
โNice friends,โ she commented when we were far enough from the fire that the clattering of the stones beneath our feet was more than enough to drown out our voices.
โNot mine.โ
She laughed. โI could tell.โ
โWere those other kids your friends? That one seemed kind ofโฆ older.โ โThatโs SamanthaโSam. Sheโs nineteen, I think. I donโt hang out with
her. One of my friends was there beforeโQuil. I think she went up to the store.โ
โI donโt remember which one she was.โ
She shrugged. โI didnโt catch many names, either. I only remember yours because you used to pull my hair.โ
โI did? Iโm so sorry!โ
She laughed. โYour face. Noโthat was just my brothers. But I totally could have convinced you that you were guilty.โ
It was easy to laugh with her. โGuess so. Hey, can I ask you something?โ โShoot.โ
โWhat did that girlโSamโwhat did she mean about the doctorโs family?โ
Jules made a face and then looked away, toward the ocean. She didnโt say anything.
Which had to mean that I was right. There was something more to what Sam had said. And Jules knew what it was.
She was still looking at the ocean.
โHey, um, I didnโt mean to be rude or anything.โ
Jules turned back with another smile, kind of apologetic. โNo worries.
Itโs justโฆ Iโm not really supposed to talk about that.โ โIs it a secret?โ
She pursed her curved lips. โSort of.โ I held my hands up. โForget I asked.โ โAlready blew it, though, didnโt I?โ
โI wouldnโt sayย youย didโthat girl Sam was a littleโฆ intense.โ She laughed. โCool. Samโs fault, then.โ
I laughed, too. โNot really, though. Iโm totally confused.โ
She looked up at me, smiling like we already shared a secret of our own. โCan I trust you?โ
โOf course.โ
โYou wonโt go running to spill to your blond friend?โ
โLogan? Oh yeah, I canโt keep anything from that guy. Weโre like brothers.โ
She liked that. When she laughed, it made me feel like I was funnier than I really was.
Her husky voice dropped a little lower. โDo you like scary stories, Beau?โ
For one second, I could hear Edytheโs voice clearly in my head.ย Do you think I could be scary?
โHow scary are we talking here?โ โYouโll never sleep again,โ she promised. โWell, now I have to hear it.โ
She chuckled and looked down, a smile playing around the edges of her lips. I could tell she would try to make this good.
We were near one of the beached logs now, a huge white skeleton with the upended roots all tangled out like a hundred spider legs. Jules climbed up to sit on one of the thicker roots while I sat beneath her on the body of the tree. I tried to seem only interested as I looked at her, not like I was taking any of this seriously.
โIโm ready to be terrified.โ
โDo you know any of our old stories, about where we come fromโthe Quileutes, I mean?โ she began.
โNot really,โ I admitted.
โThere are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Great Floodโsupposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark.โ She smiled, to show me she wasnโt taking this seriously, either. โAnother legend
claims that we descended from wolvesโand that the wolves are our sisters still. Itโs against tribal law to kill them.
โThen there are the stories about theย cold ones.โ Her voice dropped even lower.
โThe cold ones?โ I asked. Did I look too interested now? Could she guess that the wordย coldย would mean something to me?
โYes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandmother knew some of them. She was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land.โ She rolled her eyes.
โYour great-grandmother?โ I encouraged.
โShe was a tribal elder, like my mother. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolfโwell, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into women, like our ancestors. You could call them werewolves, I guess.โ
โWerewolves have enemies?โ โOnly one.โ
I stared at her, too eager, trying to disguise my impatience as entertainment.
โSo you see,โ Jules continued, โthe cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great- grandmotherโs time was different. They didnโt hunt the way others of their kind didโthey werenโt supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great- grandmother made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldnโt expose them to the pale-faces.โ She winked at me.
โIf they werenโt dangerous, then whyโฆ?โ
โThereโs always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if theyโre civilized like this clan alleged they were. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist.โ She deliberately worked a thick edge of menace into her tone.
โWhat do you mean, โcivilizedโ?โ
โThey claimed that they didnโt hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead.โ
I tried to keep my voice casual, but I was pretty sure I failed. โSo how does it fit in with the Cullens? Are they like the cold ones your great- grandmother met?โ
โNo.โฆโ She paused dramatically. โThey are theย sameย ones.โ
She must have thought the expression on my face meant only that I was engrossed in her story. She smiled, pleased, and continued.
โThere are more of them now, a new female and a new male, but the rest are the same. In my great-grandmotherโs time they already knew of the leader, Carine. Sheโd been here and gone beforeย yourย people had even arrived.โ She was fighting another smile, trying to keep the tone serious.
โAnd what are they?โ I finally asked. โWhatย areย the cold ones?โ
โBlood drinkers,โ she replied in a chilling voice. โYour people call them vampires.โ
I stared out at the rough surf after she answered, not sure what my face was giving away.ย Do you think I could be scary?ย Edytheโs voice repeated in my head.
โYou have goose bumps on your neck,โ Jules laughed delightedly. โYouโre a good storyteller,โ I told her, still staring into the waves. โThanks, but youโre just cold. Itโs crazy stuff, isnโt it? No wonder my
mom doesnโt want us to talk about it to anyone.โ
I couldnโt control my expression enough to look at her yet. โDonโt worry, I wonโt give you away.โ
โI guess I just violated the treaty.โ She threw her head back and laughed. โIโll take it to the grave,โ I promised, and then a shiver ran down my
spine.
โSeriously, though, donโt say anything to Charlie. He was pretty mad at my mom when he heard that some of us werenโt going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there.โ
โI wonโt say anything to Charlie, of course not.โ
โSo, do you think weโre a bunch of superstitious natives or what?โ she asked in a playful tone, but with a hint of worry. I still hadnโt looked away from the ocean.
So I turned and smiled at her as normally as I could.
โNo. I think youโre very good at telling scary stories, though. I still have goose bumps, see?โ I yanked back the sleeve of my jacket to show her.
โCool.โ She grinned.
And then we both heard the sound of the beach rocks clattering against each other. Our heads snapped up at the same time to see McKayla and Jeremy about fifty yards away, walking toward us.
โThere you are, Beau,โ McKayla called in relief, waving her arm over her head.
โIs that your girlfriend?โ Jules asked, picking up the edge in McKaylaโs voice. I was surprised it was so obvious.
โNo,ย whyย does everyone think that?โ
Jules snorted. โMaybe because she wants them to.โ I sighed.
โYou ever need a break from these friends of yours, let me know.โ
โThat sounds cool,โ I said, and I meant it. I didnโt know if it was because weโd known each other longer, if not well, or if it was because Jules was so easygoing, but I already felt more comfortable with her than I did with any of the kids Iโd be riding home with.
McKayla had reached us now, with Jeremy a few paces back, struggling to keep up. McKayla looked Jules up and down once, then turned to me in a move that was strangely dismissive of Jules. Jules snorted quietly again.
โWhere have you been?โ McKayla asked, though the answer was right in front of her.
โJules here was just giving me the guided tour of First Beach.โ I smiled at Jules and she grinned back. Again, it was like we had a shared secret. Of course, that was true now.
โWell,โ McKayla said, eyeing Jules again. โWeโre packing up. Looks like itโs going to rain.โ
We all glanced upโthe clouds were thick and black and very wet- looking.
โOkay,โ I said. โIโm coming.โ
โIt was nice to see youย again,โ Jules emphasized, and I guessed she was messing with McKayla.
โIt really was. Next time Charlie comes down to see Bonnie, Iโll come with.โ
Her grin stretched across her entire face, showing her straight white teeth. โThat would be cool.โ
โAnd thanks,โ I added in a low voice, not quite casual enough. She winked at me.
I pulled up my hood as we trudged across the rocks toward the parking lot. A few drops were beginning to fall, making black spots on the stones where they landed. When we got to the Suburban the others were already
loading everything back in. I crawled into the backseat by Allen and Taylor, announcing that Iโd already had my turn in the shotgun position. Allen just stared out the window at the building storm, and Logan twisted around in the middle seat to occupy Taylorโs attention, so I was free to lay my head back over the seat, close my eyes, and try very hard not to think.