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Crave (Crave #1)(8)
Author: Tracy Wolff

   “I don’t understand you,” he tells me suddenly, his black-magic voice so quiet that I have to strain to hear him.

   “‘There are more things in heaven and hell, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy,’” I answer, deliberately using his earlier misquote.

   He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. Takes a deep breath, then blows it out slowly. “If you won’t leave—”

   “I can’t leave,” I interject. “I have nowhere else to go. My parents—”

   “Are dead. I know.” He smiles grimly. “Fine. If you’re not going to leave, then you need to listen to me very, very carefully.”

   “What do you—?”

   “Keep your head down. Don’t look too closely at anyone or anything.” He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low rumble as he finishes. “And always, always watch your back.”

 

 

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Shining Armor

Is So Last Century

 


   “Grace!” My uncle Finn’s voice booms down the hallway, and I turn toward him instinctively. I smile and give him a little wave even though there’s a part of me that feels frozen in place after being on the receiving end of what sounds an awful lot like a warning.

   I turn back to confront Mr. Tall, Dark, and Surly, to figure out exactly what it is he thinks I need to be so afraid of—but he’s gone.

   I glance around, determined to figure out where he went, but before I can spot him, Uncle Finn is wrapping me in a huge bear hug and lifting me off my feet. I hang on for dear life, letting the comforting scent of him—the same woodsy scent my dad used to have—wash over me.

   “I’m so sorry I couldn’t meet you at the airport. A couple of kids got hurt, and I had to take care of things here.”

   “Don’t worry about it. Are they okay?”

   “They’re fine.” He shakes his head. “Just a couple of idiots being idiots. You know how boys are.”

   I start to tell him that I have no idea how boys are—my last encounter is proof of that—but some weird instinct I don’t understand warns me not to bring up the guy I was just talking to. So I don’t. Instead, I laugh and nod along.

   “Enough about the duties of a headmaster,” he says, pulling me in for another, quicker hug before leaning back to study my face. “How was your trip? And more importantly, how are you?”

   “It was long,” I tell him. “But it was fine. And I’m okay.” The phrase of the day.

   “I’m pretty sure ‘okay’ is a bit of an overstatement.” He sighs. “I can only imagine how hard the last few weeks have been for you. I wish I could have stayed longer after the funeral.”

   “It’s fine. The estate company you called took care of almost everything. And Heather and her mom took care of the rest. I swear.”

   It’s obvious that he wants to say more but just as obvious that he doesn’t want to get into anything too deep in the middle of the hallway. So in the end, he just nods and says, “Okay, then. I’ll leave you to settle in with Macy. But come see me tomorrow morning, and we’ll talk about your schedule. Plus, I’ll introduce you to our counselor, Dr. Wainwright. I think you’ll like her.”

   Right. Dr. Wainwright. The school counselor who is also a therapist, according to Heather’s mom. And not just any therapist. My therapist, apparently, since she and my uncle both think I need one. I would argue, but since I’ve had to work really hard not to cry in the shower every morning for the last month, I figure they might be on to something.

   “Okay, sure.”

   “Are you hungry? I’ll have dinner sent up, since you missed it. And there’s something we really need to discuss.” He narrows his eyes at me, looks me over. “Although…how are you doing with the altitude?”

   “I’m okay. Not great, but okay.”

   “Yeah.” He looks me up and down, then harrumphs sympathetically before turning to Macy. “Make sure she takes a couple of Advil when she gets to your room. And that she drinks plenty of water. I’ll send up some soup and ginger ale. Let’s keep things light tonight, see how you’re doing in the morning.”

   “Light” sounds perfect, since even the thought of eating right now makes me want to throw up. “Okay, sure.”

   “I’m glad you’re here, Grace. And I promise, things will get easier.”

   I nod, because what else am I going to do? I’m not glad I’m here—Alaska feels like the moon right now—but I’m all for things getting easier. I just want to go one day without feeling like shit.

   I was hoping tomorrow would be it, but since I met Tall, Dark, and Surly, all I can think about is the way he looked when he told me to leave Katmere. And the way he glowered when I refused. So…probably not.

   Figuring we’re done here, I reach for the handle of one of my suitcases. But my uncle says, “Don’t worry about those. I’ll get one of the guys to—” He breaks off and calls down the hallway. “Hey, Flint! Come here and give me a hand, will you?”

   Macy makes a sound halfway between a groan and a death rattle as her father starts down the corridor, presumably trying to catch up with this Flint person.

   “Come on, let’s go before Dad chases him down.” She grabs two of my suitcases and practically runs for the stairs.

   “What’s wrong with Flint?” I ask as I grab my last remaining suitcase and try to keep up with her.

   “Nothing! He’s great. Amazing. Also, superhot. He doesn’t need to see us like this.”

   I can see how she could think he doesn’t need to see me like this, since I’m pretty sure I look half dead. But, “You look great.”

   “Um, no. No, I don’t. Now, come on. Let’s get out of—”

   “Hey, Mace. Don’t worry about those suitcases. I’ll get them for you.” A deep voice booms from several steps below us, and I turn around just in time to see a guy in ripped jeans and a white T-shirt charging toward me. He’s tall—like, nearly as tall as Tall, Dark, and Surly—and just as muscular. But that’s where the resemblance ends, because everywhere that other guy was dark and cold, this one is light and fire.

   Bright-amber eyes that seem to burn from within.

   Warm brown skin.

   Black afro that looks amazing on him.

   And perhaps most interesting of all, there’s a smile in his eyes that is as different from the other guy’s iciness as the stars just outside the windows are from the endless midnight blue of the sky.

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