Cadence watched Aaron exit the building completely before she headed over to where Aurora stood with her clipboard in hand, whistle in mouth.
“Aurora,” she called as she got within a few yards, “can I have a moment, please?”
“Sure thing,” the other hunter called, momentarily stepping away from her troops. “What’s up? You finally going to tell m
Now that Cadence had that taken care of, she decided to stop by and see how Meagan was doing since she hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her recently. She found the shorter brunette outside on the obstacle course where she had a group of Hunters flying through the obstructions. Cadence noticed Ashley from a distance and forced herself to smile at her as if she were noticing a friend. Meagan was not nearly as tough on her people as Aurora, and she was shouting words of encouragement from the sidelines like a cheerleader.“How’s it going?” Cadence asked sidling up beside
The first thing she did when she arrived in her apartment was contact her sister and let her know that Brandon would be picking her up Saturday instead of Cadence. While she was clearly put-out, she was also in the middle of algebra class and couldn’t argue and concentrate on instruction at the same time. Cadence assured her that she would fill her in on everything as soon as she could but that this mission was top secret, and Aaron didn’t even know about it. Cassidy’s profound response had been a resounding, “Whatev.”Cadence spent the rest of the afternoon talki
“Just calm down,” Jamie repeated in a serene voice as he sat on her couch. Cadence was not sitting. She was pacing, furiously, back and forth. Luckily, she’d been able to control her anger long enough to set the urn back down without heaving it across the room. It sat on the mantel again, reminding her that her fiancé was not to be trusted.“Why would he do that?” she asked probably for the hundredth time since Jamie had shown up, five minutes after she’d called him on the IAC shrieking about what Aaron had done, which had been about twenty minutes ag
“All right, we’ll do rock, paper, scissors, and whoever loses has to go in first, got it?” Mike O’Shea said in a sharp whisper, his pale face barely visible in the streetlights beneath his dark green hoody. A sharp wind blew the leaves around them, causing them to screech across the concrete sidewalk, and a shiver went up his spine.“There’s no way I’m going down there at all,” his girlfriend, Tiffany Dickens, cried. She was wearing a faux fur coat and no hood, leaving her standing in the shadow of the brick wall shivering.
Most nights, Cadence either dreamt that Jack was chasing her or had no dreams at all. This night, however, she dreamt that she was with Elliott. They were at a basketball game, and though she had very little interest in the sport, she recognized Larry Bird and Magic Johnson on the court. He was sitting next to her, clapping and cheering, and soon she found herself cheering right along with him. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him so happy. Every time the Lakers scored, he jumped out of his seat, applauding and whooping along with the other Los Angeles fans.Eventually, she leaned over,
The information she found said this should be a twenty-two-hour drive, and she saw no reason to make it much faster than that. She had five days after all. Still, Cadence was used to going faster than humans, and she pulled into Salt Lake City around midnight, well ahead of the time she should have arrived by people standards.She’d already decided she would spend the night there and scoped out an unassuming motel on the outskirts of town. She wanted a place that took cash, even though she had a credit card with her just in case of emergencies. If she used it, Aaron could find her. As it
Aaron had messaged Cadence after his hunt last night, and she had ignored him. She finally decided to go ahead and let him know she was alive around 10:00 as she was humming along down the highway at a pretty good pace. “Hey,” she said. “Sorry—I went to bed pretty early last night.”“That’s okay. How’s it going?”
There was a dinging noise as the bell above the door signaled Cadence’s presence, and right away, she knew something was wrong. Behind the counter, an older man with a scraggly beard and unkempt graying hair stood, a nervous smile on his face. “Morning, miss,” he said, his fingers rapping on the counter before him.“Hi,” Cadence said, looking around the rest of the store. There was no sign of anyone else inside, which couldn’t be right. Also, the fluttering feeling in her stomach told her that either this cashier was a Vampire or one was hiding nearby. She t