There was a light, somewhere deep within, shining through the fog and reaching towards me. It was a reminder, though I could not draw myself away from Cyrus’s lips for long enough to register it.
But it continued to nag and, eventually, I peeled myself away. Gasping for breath, I placed a hand on his chest to steady myself. Similarly dishevelled, he smiled down at me.
“Am I forgiven?” He asked, his voice dark and teasing.
I scoffed, but I was grinning, too. The push and pull of duty and (potentially fatal) attraction toyed with me, and I found that touching him was the opposite of grounding. Reluctantly, I slipped my hand away.
The water roared behind us, frothing at the mouth as it tumbled into the darkness below. Up here, it was timeless: the sun hadn’t managed to break through the cloud cover, and the constant grey made it impossible to know if it was morning, noon, dusk, o
My eyebrows shot up. It was a declaration – a big one at that – and the news that Cyrus had found a job here meant that he intended to stay. A swelling tide, my heart fluttered helplessly in my chest. He intended to stay – because of me.I smiled, ducking my head. But Cyrus wasn’t done.“It’s a permanent post, at the University of Westcliff,” he continued. “I’ll be teaching, but I’ll be researching, too. It… it sounds perfect for me, Callie. Which is why I want to make sure nothing will get in the way of the future I’ve begun to envision.”I dug the toe of my boot into the wet earth. My stomach dropped, and my breaths sounded too loud in my ears as I waited for him to say something – anything – else. I could feel my pulse, thrashing wildly against my wrists, my temples, beneath my jaw. I swallowed, and I waited for the sea of blood
Trigger strode across the castle grounds, her boiler suit slipping into view every other stride as her coat flapped open. Every now and then she’d turn, marching in a new direction only to spin back around again moments later.Surprisingly, we’d all made it to the castle with no hassle. I’d expected police tape, at the very least, but the grounds were all open and back to normal. We’d taken ourselves off to one side, in the hopes that we’d avoid the few people eager to take a stroll around a dilapidated castle as dusk rolled in, and so far we’d seen nobody else. If we did bump into a well-meaning civilian, we would simply claim to be a group of bird watchers, waiting for a barn owl that we’d heard nested in the old remnants of the keep.“She’ll be here soon,” said Diamond, shaking her head at Trigger with a fond smile.“I know, doll,” Trigger called
My bedroom door closed behind me, and I fell apart. My bruised heart had endured too many hits, and it fractured, bleeding broken love upon my bed sheets as the rain fell outside.The craggy clouds covered a curious moon, slyly peeping through their gaps whenever it found the chance. It watched as I stumbled, drunk with agony, and collapsed face-first onto my duvet. It watched as my hands raked, claw-like, against my pillows, clutching and tearing as my thoughts did at my beaten heart.Sierra’s words had cut me, stripped my skin into ribbons and left me bare, exposed. I’d expected this, prepared for it, even, but there was nothing I could have done to ease the wave of pain as it hit.I was confident, at least, that my Dads would leave me alone. They’d been quiet on the drive back, mulling over Sierra’s revelation. It was as though Veronica had never existed.But every time I t
With my head full of plots and plans, I could face the day. I even managed to crack a smile at the thought of sneaking up on a vampire, catching it by surprise and staking it through the heart.No matter what, I decided, I wouldn’t think of Harper. He was well and truly out of my mind, and I was proud of myself for that. In fact, I felt positively radiant – despite my bed hair and the bags beneath my swollen eyes – until I barged through the door to the diner and saw Harper sat at the bar.Well, shit. My heart plummeted down through my stomach, making me feel sick. All of my carefully constructed walls crumbled. I ducked my head. How was I going to avoid him?I took an unsteady step backwards. If I sprinted, I might be able to make it round to the creepy back door and sidle in through the bins. I checked my watch. I had less than a minute to clock in. With a sigh, I clenched my fists, steeled m
The day passed with surprising ease after Harper left. Nick and I shot jokes back and forth, and Giles, in the kitchen, joined in whenever he could. Mae watched on fondly, chiding us gently when our insults became too barbed. The diner remained quiet, so we jived to Elvis as we wiped down tables, to Buddy Holly as we did the washing up, and to Ray Charles while we swept the floors.When Sydney arrived, the atmosphere relaxed somewhat. She studied at Bournehurst, and only worked at the diner during the holidays; I’d been in her position up until fairly recently, so we fell into an easy conversation about the campus, the union, and the nights out. A few customers came and went, but unlike after Ben’s attack, the diner was almost entirely empty after the lunch rush, and it didn’t seem as though it would pick up for dinner.It seemed that Sierra’s research rang true. If anything, Veronica’s death was worse than when
In an instant my tiredness had been swept away. I yanked my keys from the ignition and kicked open the door. Shock had held me back as he’d passed, but I could still catch him.He’d given me this address, after all – perhaps it was not so strange that he was here. Rather than think about it, wasting time trying to uncover a mystery with no evidence to go on, I leapt from the car and jogged after him. I didn’t want to scare him by sprinting after him – the high hedges and swinging lanterns were spooky enough on their own; I did, however, want to catch up with him.My aching legs strained as I pushed them to go faster. The sound of my boot soles slapping against the pavement rang in my ears and vibrated through my skull, a rhythmic thumping that drilled all other thoughts from my mind. I had to reach him. The words fell into time with the tempo of my feet, thudding over and over. I had to reach him.
I threw the first punch. Dad dodged, his French plait swinging to the side. He grinned at me.“You’ve lost your edge, Cals.”I bounced back, re-adjusting my stance. “Just giving you a chance.”We circled one another, the morning sun glinting off my Dad’s hard-lined face. He dropped his smile, his eyes flicking from my head to my chest to my legs. They hovered for half a second too long on my legs, and I stepped back just as the kick came.I’d awoken early after my accidental sleep the night before, and I’d felt surprisingly fresh considering that I’d slept at an awkward angle on the sofa. Someone – most likely my Paps – had pulled my boots off and covered me with a throw, which I attributed my good mood and well-rested mind to.He fell back, watching me closely. He’d given himself away with his eyes; I wasn&r
The creaky sign rocked back and forth in the winter wind. Waypavers. I’d not been back here in a while, and never for so long as when I’d brought Cyrus here. It felt oddly fitting, if a little perverse, that I was meeting Harper here for our last coffee together.Of course, there had been more to my suggestion of meeting here than a mere love of cyclicality. It had been Veronica’s workplace, and her family still ran it. If anyone had noticed her going missing, it would have been them.I was glad I’d have a distraction while speaking to Harper. A few good nights of sleep and a busy mind had helped me to lock away the last vestiges of my feelings for him, though I was sure that spending one-on-one time with him would bring them back to the surface. I’d steeled myself as best I could before leaving, but I knew my preparations would be worthless when I met his eyes with mine.I pulled my jacket
I braced myself, lifting a bandolier weighted down with silver bullets and resting it across my chest. My knife was strapped to my ankle, a gun was slung low across my hips, and a silver dagger rested at my thigh.I’d laced my boots with resolve, each knot a promise. I was doing this for the right reasons. I was a protector, not a monster. The sword down my back was double-edged, both killer and saviour, but I wielded it with the power to choose. I would not allow myself to be what I had been, and what many of the others still were.Cyrus caught my wrist, pulling me close. Our lips met in a heated kiss, his tongue and teeth searing my core. Hands tugged the plait from my hair, and fingers tangled in the dark waves. My skin tingled with his touch, and bolts of lightning fractured down my spine.The bond between us swelled, crackling with glossy sunlight and soaring blue waves. The heat of Cyrus’s affection bec
Gaudy lights flashed above, drenching Cyrus’s face in bright reds and blues. With alcohol humming in my veins and his arms holding me close, I moved past the flashing, burning image of blood that overlaid the reality of the coloured, moving lights. Even as my mind whispered that it was blood, blood and pulsing blue veins, Cyrus swept me into a spin that threw aside my fears.I grinned at him before he pulled me in again. His joy brushed mine, intertwined within my chest. It didn’t lessen the ache that I dragged with me, but it smothered it, forcing the pain to submit.“As much as I like it when you curse and tease and fight,” he murmured, his lips ghosting across my ear, “you are truly beautiful when you smile, Callie.”Before I could respond, Cyrus tugged me around so that my back was pressed to his front, and his hands cradled my hips. We swung from side to side together, my steps cl
I had to move on. At least, I had to try. And, though understanding and enacting were two different things, it was easier to try if I kept myself focused on the present – rather than my jarring, pain-distorted past, or the murky and indistinct waters of my future. Looking back brought forth only blood and terror, and I couldn’t see through the thick, cloying mist shimmering softly ahead. It coated my crumbling relationships, Cyrus’s vampiric nature, and my comparatively short lifespan. Behind, my Dad’s words had carved themselves into my bones and tattooed themselves onto my skin. I could taste Veronica’s fear with every swallow. The walls closed in around me whenever I was alone, and the neat, sharp clicks of Alice’s footsteps followed me around every corner. Even in Wiley Manor, a hotel so detached from my old life in Seafall, monsters found me in my sleep. Sleepy, soft kisses to my forehead, my temples,
“Get out,” Dad hissed, his face contorting. Shadows crept across his cheeks and nose, distending it into something twisted and evil. Fear filled my gut, and I stepped backwards. My hands trembled as I reached for the door.My fingers turned to claws as I scrabbled behind me. Dismay rose in my throat as I flattened my palms, feeling desperately for the door. I turned slowly, knowing before I saw it that the door was gone.I was trapped. The windows shuttered, and my Dad loomed before me. Paps cowered at his side, shrunken and rat-like with front teeth that slipped from beneath his lips. As I watched, they sharpened into points and became fangs.My feet skidded under me, slipping on something wet streaking across the floorboards. I looked down to get my bearings, to get my balance, and bile clung to the back of my mouth. It wasn’t just something wet. It was blood.Flames shuddered acr
The drive to the hotel was quiet, but comfortably so. Perhaps because there were no words that could have made the situation any easier, Cyrus and I allowed the silence to swallow us whole. He rested his hand on my thigh, a steady pressure that kept me grounded enough that thoughts of shoving myself out of the car and rolling across the road – just so that the physical pain overshadowed the emotional for even a moment – seemed nonsensical.Without him there, I wasn’t entirely sure what I would have done. I heard my Dad’s last words to me on every inhale, and I saw the dull look in my Paps’s eyes with every exhale. I breathed, but it didn’t make me feel any better.Get out. Get out. Get out.The sun was just starting to break through the clouds as we pulled in to a car park, nestled alongside a shaggy stretch of woodland. I turned to Cyrus, confusion drawing my eyebrows down. H
My back stiffened. Any attempts at lounging went out the window the second my Dad entered the room. I curled my hands into fists, digging my nails into the soft, broken skin of my palms.His face was shadowed. I ached to go to him, to bridge the gap between us. He’d placed a blanket on me as I’d slept mere weeks ago, and now he was staring at me as if I was a stranger. My breath latched in my throat as I tried to speak.“What is your decision?” I asked. My voice did not sound like my own.“This has not been easy for me, Callie. For us. You have made it incredibly difficult.”I stood on shaking legs. There was a softness to him beneath the hard shell that forced his mouth into a downward tilt. It spilled out rarely, but it was there.“I am sorry for what I have done,” I said. “But I do not regret it, nor do I wish to t
The world collapsed in on itself as I waited for the door to open. My right hand remained curled in a loose fist, raised against the wood, knuckles bared. I flexed my fingers and, slowly, lowered my hand.I focused on my breathing, caught in that everlasting moment. With every rise and fall of my chest, I could feel the passage of time. It had to be moving. I was not trapped here.I turned halfway back towards Cyrus, needing to see him, to reassure myself that he was still here with me, when the door finally opened. I caught a flash of hair so dark it shone blue even in the dim light, and then hard arms were pulling me inside.“Callie,” Paps breathed, his body warm and unyielding as he held me close. “Oh, thank God.”I stilled against him, my arms at stiff angles by my sides. My heart leapt – he seemed glad to see me – even as it twisted and tangled, knotting itsel
“You know,” Cyrus said, his tone carefully casual, “I could do the same for your Dads – and the other hunters, too.”He set down the photograph he’d been holding, the wooden frame knocking against the hard surface of the kitchen counter. I didn’t have to look to know which photo in particular he’d been about to pack into my old, worn suitcase, scraped from years of overuse.The day had dawned slowly, the sun hiding behind blank white clouds that had grown grey as they had settled into the sky. The kitchen was dim, though Cyrus’s eyes still somehow glittered like stars on a calm sea as they met mine.I sighed, shoving the last of my cutlery into the same wicker basket I’d used to move my utensils to and from university for the last three years. It smelt faintly of fruity cider, and my nose crinkled slightly at the faded red stain down its side.
“Harp?” I called out. It was the first time I’d spoken to him since our argument. I’d heeded his wishes; as such, I had no idea if he’d even still be at home. I hoped he was. Whether for me or for him, I longed to offer him this chance to move past this. I had ruined myself. I didn’t want to destroy Harper, too.“Callie?” Harper thundered into the hall, eyes wide, chest heaving. “I – I went to find you, and you were gone.” He pulled me into a crushing hug, pressing me tightly against his chest. “Fuck. I was so worried, Cals.”My heart ached. “I’m sorry.” My voice sounded tiny.“I – I thought–“ he spoke wildly, the words spilling out between panted breaths. “I thought you were – oh, shit,” he swore, and then pushed me away, holding me at arm’s length to appraise me. &ldqu