WHEN KNOX AND I returned from our run, the wonderful smell of waffles hit us as we opened the front door. Knox's feet made clipping noises as he hunted down Dad. I hung up the leash and stretched before following him into the kitchen."Hey!" I said, catching Dad pinching off the corner of a waffle for Knox. "I thought we had to feed him dog food."Dad popped the waffle piece into his mouth like that was his plan all along. "That's right," he said. "Sorry, buddy," he told Knox who huffed at his heel. "I've got yours right here." He pulled out a bag and poured the dried dog food into the bowl on the floor. Knox hesitated before padding over to eat his breakfast. "That's a good boy," said Dad.I snatched up a fresh waffle and smothered it in butter and syrup. Dad grabbed a whip cream can out of the fridge and waved it in my direction. I took it gleefully and sprayed an artistic pile of white fluff on top of my not so healthy breakfast. "So how was the run?" asked Dad."Fun," I said
FOR THE REST OF THE morning, I constantly checked in with Ruthie. I wasn't going to risk Peter hurting her again. I even arranged to cross paths with her between classes. I had to run to make it to mine in time, but it was worth it to know she was okay. When I rushed into Physics, I was glad to see I'd arrived before the new kids. I slid into my normal seat just as they walked through the classroom door. Their eyes zoomed in on me darkly. As they trudged to the last row, their heavy gaze made me feel like I'd done something wrong. What did I ever do to them? All throughout class I felt their eyes burning a hole into my back. I didn't understand their interest in me. When Physics ended, I hurried out, relieved to get away. Shrina greeted me at my locker before lunch. "Hey Tru.""Oh. Hi Shrina. Any news about Bobby?" My stomach twisted."Nope." She pulled on her bag nervously."What's wrong?" I asked.She seemed to be wrestling with something. "Were you and Bobby ..." She hesitat
FRIDAY FINALLY ARRIVED, AND our plans weren't going as expected. Ruthie's parents were going to Phantom of the Opera in San Francisco, keeping them out late. We planned to sneak out after her brothers went to bed and corner Zander at the party. We'd still have plenty of time to get back before her parents. Anyway, that was the plan until Dad said I couldn't sleep over. I pouted, I whined, I pleaded. And I didn't care that I was being a snot this time. But nothing worked. He took one look at the circles under my eyes and my pale skin and said I needed more rest. It was true that I looked like crap. I even felt achy. But I wasn't sick in the conventional way. I was Zander-deprived. As ridiculous as it sounded, I needed him like I needed air to breathe. It was the aramusatu, aka aramu-sick. But Dad had no idea about that and eventually lost his patience with me. He yelled that the discussion was over, scaring me because it was so out of character for him. At that point I knew all was lo
WHEN WE PULLED ONTO Zena's street, cars lined both sides and we could hear the music blaring. There were only a few houses, which meant it was less likely that neighbors would complain. Plus, I wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbors were as afraid of Mrs. Taylor as everyone else. The huge houses sat on equally large lot sizes. Several kids lounged around the sculpted front lawn, drinking out of plastic cups and laughing. The fact that I didn't see Zander's truck worried me. "Stop scowling, girl," said Ruthie as she touched up my makeup. I tried to smooth out my features, but it was hard when my insides felt like a swarm of bees. When she was done, I heaved one final nervous sigh and stepped out of the car. Ruthie pulled me along with her, practically bouncing with anticipation. She seemed ready to take on a pack of wolves, which was what facing Zena's groupies felt like.The front door of the mansion stood open, allowing the music to flow outside and giving us a preview of
SOMEONE SHOOK ME HARD, rattling my teeth. "Tru!" I dragged my eyelids open, but it was too bright. I put a hand over my eyes."Too much light!" I moaned."Geez, girl! You scared me to death!" I squinted at a strange object. It was Ruthie with two heads. As I blinked, one of the heads turned into Phoebe."Phoebe?" I murmured."Yeah, it's me. I took Ruthie's advice to live it up a little and look what happened. We find you passed out in a bedroom. How much did you drink?" she said, her lips pinched with disappointment.I stretched my mouth, feeling parched. Ruthie helped me to sit up. "Seriously, Tru," she wailed. "What happened? Did you ever find Zander?" Ding! I suddenly remembered everything and squeezed my head with both hands. "No!" I muttered between clenched teeth. "Someone pushed me. Knocked me out. I think he stuck a needle in me." I ran a hand along a tender spot in the crease of my elbow. "They knocked you out and brought you up here?" asked Ruthie. I shook my h
AN OBNOXIOUS WASHCLOTH SWEEPING across my face woke me way too early Saturday morning. I pushed it away and snuggled into my pillow, but it returned, swiping me from chin to forehead with one sloppy lick. My eyes popped open and I jerked up as soon I registered that the odd sensation wasn't a washcloth at all. Instead, it was a warm, wet dog tongue."Gross, Knox!" I said, glaring at him. Upon making eye contact, he whined, jumped off the bed, and looked toward the bedroom door.I sighed. "You gotta pee, buddy?" I asked. He whined again. Light was starting to creep around the edges of my curtains, but dark shadows still stretched across my bedroom, indicating that it was the crack of dawn. At least I thought so. I rarely ever saw it. Ugh. Why was Knox in my bed? I ran a hand through my hair, trying to wake up. Then I remembered, and an angry flash of heat ran up my throat. I wanted to rewind last night and help Ruthie beat the crap out of Zena. But if I could change something abou
MY ANXIETY SKYROCKETED WHEN the Tesla pulled over ahead of us. The driver's door opened. I slowed down, debating on running in the opposite direction. But it was possible that someone needed directions. It wouldn't be the first time I'd given them. The driver was tall and broad shouldered. He wore sunglasses, which was disconcerting because it still wasn't that bright outside. Then the passenger door opened and a shorter, bald man stepped out. It was Detective Winchester. Now I really couldn't turn around. Besides, he knew where I lived."Ms. Parker. I thought that was you," the detective called out, his voice jarring in the silence of the morning. He stepped into my path on the sidewalk, forcing us to stop. Knox growled. The detective gave him an annoyed look."Heel," I commanded. Knox quieted."What are you doing out so early?" the detective asked, his voice cordial, as if meeting like this was normal. My eyes narrowed. He was acting too nice.I held up the leash, as if it was
ZANDER LET LOOSE A heavy sigh. "Maybe," he said, "but first she wants to hold her dog."Isaac frowned in disapproval, but he moved out of the way. Last week, I wouldn't heal Ruthie until Isaac left. Now I didn't have the same privacy. If Knox was going to make it, I had to risk Isaac finding out about me. Based on this morning's events, I didn't think he would freak out. Obviously, he was good with weird already.Zander settled me next to Knox's still form, placing my hand on his neck. His fur was wet and sticky with blood. More blood dripped from his ear. I realized that I wasn't numb everywhere. I could feel tears dripping from my eyes. If I could cry, then we might be able to save Knox. Zander kneeled over me, blocking Isaac's view. I think we both knew that we could share our abilities, especially when we were touching each other. This had to work. He laid one hand on my shoulder and one on Knox. "Okay, Tru," he whispered, so softly I almost didn't hear. I debated how to go a