Blood Marked: by Shawn Knightley

Author:Shawn Knightley [Knightley, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07GY1YFNY
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2018-09-01T22:00:00+00:00

I made my way home on my bike and through the same woods where I had seen my grandmother only a couple days earlier. She hadn’t been wrong. A tempest was brewing. And I knew I was somehow going to be at the center of it. Caught in the crossfire and potentially causing trouble that I promised my mother I would never get involved in.

‘Just get home. Get away from this madness.’

I stopped my bike only twenty feet or so away from my front doorstep. A familiar face was sitting on the front swing yet again. But this time, Emily wasn’t calm. She wasn’t collected. She was a mess.

Emily. I completely forgot about Emily. About how this would affect her. If she was worried about her sister before, she definitely would be terrified now.

“Emily!” I hollered out to her as I parked my bike just below the front steps and walked up to her. She had obviously been sitting there for a while. Sweat dripped down her neck and the front of her blouse. No. That wasn’t sweat. She had been crying. There were circles under her eyes. Big ones. Her thick glasses didn’t do much to hide them. She looked like she hadn’t slept all weekend. And maybe she hadn’t. She and Samantha might not have been close, but they were still sisters. Her worries were written all over her face.

I didn’t care if it wasn’t proper. I reached for her and she sank into my embrace, her hands covering her eyes under her glasses the whole time. She tried choking back the sobs, but they seeped through anyway.

“I only learned what’s going on a few minutes ago,” I said. “I should have called you the second I heard.”

She pulled away from me and looked around, almost as if she thought someone was watching us from the street. I reached out my senses to see if she was right. Nothing came. Only the churning of my uneasy stomach.

She tried speaking, but her voice broke apart before she could get a word out.

“Do you want to come inside?” I asked her. “I can make you some tea.”

I still had some of the tea Nathaniel gave me. It certainly helped to calm my magic that night and permitted me some rest when my brain was still running a mile a minute with questions that got no answers. I supposed it might do the same for her.

She didn’t say anything. I took that to mean that she wasn’t opposed to the idea and I took her inside. She kept her head down. It was sometimes difficult for her to look at me.

“Who was he?” she asked abruptly as I set the kettle Caleb gave me for my birthday the year before on the stove top. The same one Nathaniel had used without my permission.

I didn’t need a refresher on who she was talking about. She saw me and Nathaniel from her tree house as he dragged me out of the party Friday night.

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