A steel-gray blanket covered the sky. The damp, chilly breeze blew past Zephyra and promised rain, and maybe even sleet. All in all, the afternoon was a fitting depiction of a dreary fall day. With a shiver, she zipped up her jacket as she waited for Brady in the back parking lot of the butcher’s shop. He’d called her that morning. One of the guys from the list, Glenn, agreed to meet with him at Angie’s, so Zephyra told Dylan they would meet up later after work.
Camilla looked like an extra from one of those teen dystopian movies. Half her hair had fallen loose from the ponytail that once held it. The once rich auburn color now looked dull and faded. The clothes she wore were wrinkled and disheveled, despite her attempts to smooth them out when she noticed Zephyra looking at them. Her eyes, however, shone with strength and determination. Zephyra hoped she wasn’t going to use it to yell at her some more.
With Dylan back in his dog persona, we drove to Angies. Zephyra sat in a corner reading a book as she waited. The staff had been nice enough to let her bring in Dylan. She may have made it rain so that her plea garnered more sympathy. Between that and the promise that Zephyra would cover Ellie’s open shifts for a week if he caused trouble, they gave her a grumbling “okay.”Zephyra sipped her coffee and slipp
When Richards came back out almost forty minutes later, he looked downright pissed off. He didn’t say a word but simply got into his jeep, and Zephyra scrambled to get in, afraid he might just drive off without her. Dylan gave them a quizzical look, or at least what she assumed was a quizzical look, as he cocked his massive head to the side. Zephyra gave him a look in return that she hoped he interpreted as “we’ll talk later.”
While I waited for Dylan, who was almost five minutes late now, I leaned on my jeep, listening to Brady’s apologetic voicemail that he’d left me this morning. I scowled, cutting off the message before Brady finished speaking. I got the point. He was sorry, but I wasn’t quite ready to forgive or talk to him quite yet. I pushed off the car and looked around as if expecting Dylan to magically appear. Where was he? Dylan had never been late like this before.
When Billy Jean and Zephyra went their separate ways, she called Brady. “Hey, it’s Zeph,” she said once he picked up.“Zee,” he replied with abundant warmth.
Where was he? Then fear sliced through Zephyra so strong it felt like physical pain. Oh god. Had they hurt him? She called Brady and held the phone shakily to her ear.Zephyra had expected him to sound half-asleep when he answered. Instead, his voice was sharp and fully alert when he barked out, “Shaw here
Zephyra scrubbed the counter with a damp rag. The imitation marble countertop practically shined from how clean it was. After Brady’s bombshell, she couldn’t go into work. Her mother refused to let Zephyra go with her to check on Ellie. The vampire was perfectly fine and sleeping like, well, the dead. Seeing as they were all fine, she called Billy Jean. When the alpha answered, Zephyra told her about the note. It worried Billie too and she hung up to do a headcount. A half-hour later, she called back with good news - her people were accounted for.
As soon as Zephyra was in her Jeep, a torrent of rain let loose. It was raining so hard it took her double the time to get to her parents’ house than it usually does. Her mother ushered Zephyra inside and out of the storm when she knocked. “What happened now?” her mom asked, taking the dripping jacket off Zephyra. Her dad put away the book he was reading and gave her a worried look.
Zephyra was glad Ethan wasn’t going to try to ferret the real reason out of her. “Yeah, sure.” Ethan took her jacket and draped it over a stool near the island. “This is a nice place,” she said as she sat down, watching him dish food onto two plates.“Thanks. I don’t spend a who
Despite her exhaustion, Zephyra didn’t sleep well. It took her forever to fall asleep, and when she did, nightmares plagued her. At least it was over. The nightmares would fade and pass. That’s what she told herself, anyway.Getting out of bed, Zephyra started down the hall towards the bathroom when she noti
Zephyra let loose the arrow, a sudden burst of wind giving it more speed, and she immediately notched the last one she held in her hand. Lysandra cried out as Zephyra’s arrow knocked the gun out of her hand. “Don’t,” Zephyra told her as she started to reach for it. “Don’t do it. Don’t make me kill you, Lysandra. I don’t want to do it, but if I have to choose, I’ll choose them over you.”
“God, you killed her?” Tommy’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slack a moment before his expression hardened. Anger now blazed in his narrowed eyes. “How could you, Zeph! She was my sister!”Was he serious? Zephyra stared at him, and, sure enough, he wa
“You crying?” Tonya mocked. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you,” she went on, mocking Zephyra with her false compassion. “That would be far too quick. Oh no, I’ll let Rhys and Jaxie do that. Just like they did to that slutty witch friend of yours.”
“That’s it?” Brady said after a long moment.“What are you talking about?” Zephyra asked him, not sure what he was getting at.
Zephyra’s head hurt. The pain stabbed at her temples and thrummed through the rest of her head in rhythm with the beat of her pulse. This was worse than the hangover she had the day after her first college frat party. Opening her eyes, Zephyra stared down at her lap in the dim light. She was sitting and judging by the almost painful pressure across her chest, she was willing to bet that she was tied to a chair. Zephyra started to lift her head when a sharp pain shot through it, making her wince. Maybe moving wasn’t such a great idea right about now.
“Hey, Brady,” Zephyra said with a smile. She was really glad that he wasn’t the bad guy anymore, even if he was an asshole. The memory of him telling her that he was done with all of this wiped the smile off her face. “Bye Brady,” Zephyra said and again started to get into the jeep.
As soon as Zephyra was in her Jeep, a torrent of rain let loose. It was raining so hard it took her double the time to get to her parents’ house than it usually does. Her mother ushered Zephyra inside and out of the storm when she knocked. “What happened now?” her mom asked, taking the dripping jacket off Zephyra. Her dad put away the book he was reading and gave her a worried look.