Blood Rush: Book Two of the Demimonde by Ash Krafton

Author:Ash Krafton [Krafton, Ash]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-12T06:00:00+00:00

Shiloh spent the next morning being snarky and rude, evidently pissed at me for calling her father on her. I'd hoped to work things out in the car when I drove her to school but she got a ride. I heard the front door slam as I came out of the office with my purse and keys and barely reached the window in time to see the car speeding down the driveway.

I had no idea what to do with an angry teenager. All day long I endured horrific imaginings of flash mobs and viral videos and being strangled in my sleep. Weren't there books on this sort of thing? And were any of them actually helpful?

Rodrian drove her home shortly after I'd returned, as though he'd meant to time it perfectly. She stomped past me without a word and slammed the door to the tri-suites behind her. Okay. Guess we wouldn't be talking tonight, either.

Rodrian stayed only long enough to tell me that he'd be back to pick me up later for my meeting with Eirene. Something big loomed in him. I could feel his anticipation, his eagerness to set something in motion. I didn't pry; I merely wished him luck.

He looked surprised by my intuitive words but thanked me with a hug me before he turned to leave.

It was not a sexy hug. Thank goodness.

Toby wandered out of his rooms and met me in the foyer where I still stood, wondering if I should go up after her. "Everything okay, Red?"

I rubbed my brows. "Do you understand teenagers, Toby?"

"Naw," he said. "I sure don't. I was never a normal teenager myself."

"Not normal? I didn't think there was such a thing."

"I was a kid when I turned," Toby said. "It was three days before my fifteenth birthday. Hell of a present. At least I got one."

My stomach sank. Even when I didn't try, I always managed to say the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, Toby. I didn't mean—"

"It's okay, Soph, it's just what happened. I don't talk about it much, is all."

Toby stuffed his hands deep into his front pockets and hunched his shoulders, ducking his head. I knew a burden when I saw one. If I couldn't get close enough to help Shiloh, maybe I could reach out to Toby. The Sophia didn't respond to Weres but I was still an advice columnist. I was still wired to reach out and help people.

I couldn't ignore Toby's need for a friend, not when he lived under my roof. He was my responsibility.

"Come on. I'll ask Bethany to bring something to the den and we can talk about it."

Toby's eyebrows lifted. "You don't like to talk about Were stuff."

"But I want to know about you, Toby. As a person. You're my friend."

"Your friend?"

I considered it and nodded. "Yes."

He straightened a bit while he walked past me into the den. Good. Maybe I could help him out, after all.

He settled on one of the couches, sprawling sideways and testing the cushions with a bounce.

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