Chaos (Kardia Chronicles) (Entangled Teen) by O'Neil Christine

Chaos (Kardia Chronicles) (Entangled Teen) by O'Neil Christine

Author:O'Neil, Christine [O'Neil, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: teen, ember, goddess, young adult, god, Christine O'Neil, romance series, Chaos, romance, entangled, mythology, Entangled DigiTeen, succubus
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-08-26T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

When I walked in the door, the whole house was quiet, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully that meant Mom had gone to bed early. It was the second day in a row that I’d missed dinner and gotten home past eight without calling. No doubt a lecture would be all cued up and ready to go the second she saw me.

I toed off my shoes and set them by the door, making sure not to step on the squeaky board in front of the stairs. I was hungry enough to eat my way out of a pit of bacon cheeseburgers, but even the lure of greasy meat wasn’t strong enough to risk clattering around in the kitchen for pans and waking up my mother.

“Nice of you to drop in.”

I froze with one foot on the stairs and bit back a groan. “Hey, I’m glad you’re up,” I said, turning to face her. It took me a second to find her because she was sitting on my father’s old, worn leather chair in the corner of the living room. In the dark. Like a crazy person. WTF was up with that?

Suddenly, I knew that this wasn’t even going to be your garden variety, you-can’t-be-out-gallivanting-at-all-hours-during-the-school-week kind of lecture. This was serious business.

The dread that seemed to be my newest BFF crawled up my spine to settle at the base of my neck. Had something happened to Gram? Before that fear could take root, common sense took over. Mom would have called me. Plus, now that I was paying attention, I could hear my grandmother’s snores echoing from her bedroom on the main floor. It used to be our dining room, but we’d converted it a couple years back when walking up the stairs had gotten too hard for her.

I gave one last longing look up said stairs, then backed off the step and crossed the hallway into the living room.

She still hadn’t said a word by the time I’d sat crisscross-applesauce on the couch across from her, and she was really starting to freak me out.

“Can I turn on the light or something?” I asked, unnerved by her intent stare. For someone who didn’t seem to feel all that chatty, she certainly was doing a lot of judging just with the eye contact alone. She might have missed her calling. She’d have been a top-notch interrogator for the FBI or something.

I shifted, tucking my still-numb-from-the-cold feet under my butt and waited. It had been a while, but this weird thing she was doing wasn’t exactly new. The last time we’d gone through this was when she’d told me about who and what I was. She’d had the same face on then. The “shit’s about to get real” face and that got me even more nervous.

“I need you to tell me what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.”

Soooo, no lights, I guess? I knew better than to say that out loud though. All righty, discussion in the relative dark like some sort of mafia confessional it is!

I shrugged and wet my lips.



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