(eng) Nicole Peeler - Trueniverse 01 by The Hound of Bar Harborville

Author:The Hound of Bar Harborville [Harborville, The Hound of Bar]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Aisha, are you okay?” Jane immediately went to the girl sitting in the dark kitchen.

The girl dashed away her tears with a trembling hand, but it was too late. She knew she couldn’t pretend we hadn’t caught her crying.

“It’s just so crazy,” said the young woman. “I can’t believe he’s dead.”

I hung back, trying to stay out of Aisha’s direct line of sight. I knew she’d talk to Jane. Everyone talked to Jane.

“I know. But he did have a heart condition…”

She shook her head. “He was too young. It’s so messed up.” And with that, the girl put her head in her hands and wailed.

Jane patted her back, making soothing noises, but the wide-eyed look she gave me was more shocked than commiserating.

And I could see understand why. We’d only caught glimpses of the girl, but now that we saw her close up, she was a lot younger than either of us had assumed. She must have been in high school, at the most.

“Were you and Jack close?”

Aisha looked up at Jane through tear-sticky lashes. “Why do you want to talk about him? You didn’t even know him.”

“No,” Jane said, “We didn’t know him. But we found him, you know. We’re upset too.”

At the mention of “we,” Aisha looked around for me, her eyes narrowing when she saw me looming in the doorway.

“I’m sorry you had your sleep disturbed,” she said, “That must have sucked. Now if you’ll excuse me…” And with that, the girl stalked away from me and headed to an empty wall on the far side of the kitchen. She pushed it and another hidden door opened, allowing the girl to disappear as Jane and I watched, wide-eyed.

“This place is a rabbit warren,” I said as both Jane and I moved to stare at the blank wall. I reached forward and pushed it gently, feeling it move until it revealed the cracks of the lintel, pushing it open far enough to stick my head through.

“There are stairs,” I said, looking back for Jane but not seeing her. Then I looked down.

She was squatting, but she rose smoothly to her feet before I could ask her what she was doing. When she opened her palm to show me her find, I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

A crushed rose petal, just like the ones I’d strewn on our bed the night before. And it hadn’t been lying on that floor when we’d entered.

It must have come from one of Aisha’s shoes.

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