Blood and Black Suits (Briar's Daughter Book 1) by Nash D. M

Author:Nash, D. M. [Nash, D. M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hardword Publishing
Published: 2016-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

XVI

“Where were you yesterday?” Becca demanded after my dad dropped me off at school. “I was worried sick I was never going to see you again. And why didn’t you walk to school with me? Were you really sick yesterday?”

“Becca,” I said, “calm it.”

“I don’t think so. Is everything okay with you and your dad? What about that guy I saw you with?”

Our lockers were only two apart, and there was no one between us as I asked, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. What the heck were you doing up so late?”

She said, “I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t sleep.”

“Uh huh,” I said. “And you just so happened to be wandering around the streets after dark, waiting for sleep to just hit you out of nowhere?”

“I gotta get to class,” she said with a start so believable I realized it wasn’t just an excuse to get her out of the conversation. We really were going to be late if we didn’t hurry. I had biology on the opposite end of the school in three minutes.

We parted ways, but I made a mental note not to let that slide with Becca. I would find out what she’d been doing the night she saw me and Richard. Another of the lessons Dad had taught me along the way, knowingly or otherwise, was that when something seemed strange, it often was. That went quadruple for anyone “in the know” about the more supernatural side of things.

The day passed, but it felt more like I was watching it on TV than like it was really happening in real-time or to a real person, which is weird for me. Before Campville, sure, everything just kind of blurred together. A big part of the reason I didn’t have a lot of friends was because I didn’t want to get too attached to anything only to get ripped away from it again, but this place was just… different, and even though the school year had only been going for a few months, I’d spent every day of that time fully present, laughing with my friends, checking out cute (if a bit boring) guys, taking my projects, my homework, and my reading seriously.

Not today, though. It was like I’d been thrown back in time to when I was just skimming along the social surface. I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad going after those things. After lunch, I was half-listening to a math lecture while thinking, He’s out there right now. He could be getting killed right now and I wouldn’t find out about it for hours. Maybe days.

I knew he said he would have still hunted the black suits even if we had moved like he wanted to, but I couldn’t help feeling responsible. He couldn’t be as cautious with his time now that he knew I could get caught in the crossfire, and he might do something more reckless than he would have if I’d been safely packed away to some new town the way he’d wanted.

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