Faithless: A Vision of Vampires 1 by Laura Legend

Author:Laura Legend [Legend, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

While Richard made arrangements with his pilot and Miranda talked privately with Gary, Cass retreated to her old bedroom on the first floor.

She hadn’t lived there since her senior year in high school, but the room still looked exactly the same: heavy dark curtains, piles of books everywhere, trophies on shelves, cheap swords on the wall, and a closet full of goth clothes she’d tried out her senior year but abandoned as too much effort when she’d started her freshman year at Stanford.

She collapsed onto her bed and curled up with an old pillow, trying not to think about anything in particular. She took a look around the room.

So dark, she thought. What was I thinking? Even the curtains are black!

Had she been destined to get involved with vampires all along? Was her room evidence of this? Was Richard going to make her drag out her black leather jacket, draped with silver chains, and then buckle on the leather choker with studs that she was pretty sure was still in her jewelry box? If he asked her, would she want to?

She tried imagining Richard with some smoky eye shadow and the leather choker. Then, inevitably, she imagined him wearing just the eye shadow and leather choker.

Not helpful, Jones. Not. Helpful.

Shaking her head free of that thought, her limbic system defiantly tried substituting an image of Zach in eye shadow and chocker—Zach! Shit!—but a wave of guilt shut that down before it had a chance to go anywhere. She’d promised to text to him if anything else happened. A lot had happened and she hadn’t called or texted him.

She’d better check in with him. She rolled over and pulled out her phone. She tried to figure out what to say.

Almost eaten by 12 more vamps. Richard a vamp, but not the bad kind. Aunt is a witch. Dad melting down. On the lam. Headed to Spain. How was your night?

That probably wasn’t the best approach to take.

She settled for a ping: You there?

She thought he might still be asleep, so she didn’t expect an immediate answer. But before she could put down her phone, it buzzed.

Open your window, it said.

What the hell? What kind of advice is that? Cass wondered. Does he think I need some fresh air?

She tried a snarky response: No, open YOUR window.

Can’t, came the response.

Why?

Too far away.

What? Where are you?

Outside.

Outside where?

Your window.

Cass pulled back her curtain and almost fell off her bed: Zach’s crooked grin was pressed up against the glass.

What the hell?

She popped open her window but before she could say anything, Zach shushed her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” she said in her normal voice.

“Shhhhh.”

“What? Why are we whispering,” Cass stage-whispered.

Zach started to climb through the window, the wooden stake in his right hand complicating the maneuver.

“Is he holding you hostage? Is your dad okay? What room is he in?” Zach whispered urgently.

Cass thought for a second that he was kidding. Then she registered the earnest look on his face and the wooden stake in his hand and couldn’t keep herself from laughing out loud.

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