A Taste of Silver by S.B. Roozenboom

Author:S.B. Roozenboom [Roozenboom, S.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: S.B. Roozenboom
Published: 2012-11-23T06:00:00+00:00

15) Feelings

I

was silent on the ride home, except for when Hayden asked for directions to mom’s apartment. The Silverado had just turned onto Lighters Lane, the so-not-my-taste skyscraper in view, when I realized I had one last question before we parted. “Hayden?”

“Huh?”

“Since Adrian’s technically your dad,”—I still couldn’t quite picture that since Adrian looked only a couple years older than him— “You didn’t tell me about your faerie traits.”

He stared on at the street like I hadn’t spoken.

“Hayden?”

His jaw tightened. “I have a few.”

“Oh, God, you don’t drink blood do you?”

“No.” He almost laughed. “But there are other traits.”

“Like, what?” I pictured him with black, luminescent bat wings like Adrian, only not as scary.

“Uhhh.” He shook his head. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

I scrutinized his face. “You don’t wanna tell me.”

“Am I turning here?” His voice became cross as he nodded to the left.

I glanced at the upcoming turnoff. “Yeah.”

As the Silverado rumbled into the parking lot, he drove straight up to the front doors. “Looks like a hotel more than an apartment building,” he remarked.

“I’m just going to ask you again Monday,” I said, pulling up on the door handle. It was clear he’d purposely altered the subject. “Or I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He growled, nails digging into his face as he starred out his window. “Goodnight, Rose.”

I was bugged by the fact he refused to look at me. Grabbing my clutch and wig off the floor, I huffed a, “Goodnight,” before slamming the truck door and marching across the patio.

Once the apartment’s glass doors shut behind me, I peeked over my shoulder. The Silverado was out of sight. Gone already. I frowned while shaking my head, promising myself the sudden twinge of disappointment I felt was only from my question not getting answered.

There was a jumble of texts and missed calls from Chanel on my phone. Flopping down on the bed, I punched into voicemail, waiting to see how many messages I had.

“Rosalia Ridgewood!” Chanel’s voice yelled through the line. “Oh. My. God! Derek just told me you left with some guy described exactly like Hayden! Holy crap, seriously Rose! If you liked him, you should’ve just told me instead of—”

I hit the seven button, erasing the message. I was so ready to call her and tell her to stick it, tell her this was the last straw. I was grinding my teeth by the time the second voicemail came up.

“Hey, Rose… It’s me again.” Her tone had calmed, even sounded likely of guilt. “I… I’m sorry about that last voicemail. I didn’t mean to get so mad… Anyway, I’ll be leaving here shortly. Call me when you get this.” The line died.

I rolled my eyes, waiting for voicemail three.

“Hey… It’s me for a third time.” She sounded even guiltier. Maybe even close to tears. “Um, I’m just leaving the V and V. I found my keys in the car. You still haven’t called. I’m worried that maybe Hayden stole you after all. Call me soon, ok? Again… I’m really sorry.

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