Forget You Not: (A Havenwood Falls Novella) by Kristie Cook

Author:Kristie Cook [Cook, Kristie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions
Published: 2017-08-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Kaboom. The biggest bombshell of them all.

The little bell on the front desk dinged.

“What?” I gasped.

Addie cringed. “They found a body outside of town, in the woods. Looks like a vampire attack.”

“And of course they immediately come to the new girl in town.”

“You’re not exactly new.”

“Maybe not, but I wasn’t a vampire the last time I was here, was I?”

The bell dinged again, several impatient times. I stood and exhaled a sharp breath. Like I needed this right now. My brain was spinning with information overload. I didn’t even know if I could form a coherent answer to the simplest question, let alone ones that could put my freedom at risk—possibly my life. As I headed out of the office and toward the lobby, I realized I didn’t have an alibi for much of my time here. In fact, most of it had been spent with a woman who’s also now dead. Fabulous.

“Careful,” Addie whispered as she walked behind me. “Wolves aren’t exactly vampires’ best friends.”

I stopped in mid-step and hissed, “What does that mean?”

She bumped into me before catching herself. Her mouth was right by my ear as she explained in a low whisper. “They’re wolf shifters. They always showed outward respect toward your father because of his seat on the Court, but the natural instinct to hate your kind runs deep.”

Awesome.

Two men stood in the lobby, one in a khaki uniform with a deputy badge pinned to his chest and a brown felt hat in his hands, the older one in flannel and jeans. Both standing well over six-foot tall and with the same silvery-blue eyes and facial structure, they had to be related. Brothers, maybe.

The younger one bristled when he looked next to me, at Addie. “Came to warn her, did you?”

Addie gave him a warm grin, and her tone came out sickly sweet. “I came to make sure you do this properly, Deputy Kasun. She’s entitled to a representative from the coven.”

A noise almost like a growl rumbled in his throat, barely audible except to my keen ears.

“Ms. Petran,” said the one who appeared to be in his mid-forties based on the laugh lines near his eyes and the speckles of gray around his temples and in the scruff along his jaw. While the cop seemed uptight and ready to pounce, this guy was more relaxed, his tone softer around the edges. “We’re sorry about your aunt.”

“Peters,” I corrected. The deputy stiffened and peered at me with narrowed eyes. “That’s what’s on my ID, which I’m sure you want to see, right?”

“We already know it’s fake,” he said rather curtly, accusingly. As if I’d known it was fake. The older guy gave him a sideways look of warning.

“And thank you,” I said to the older one. “Although, I just learned she was my aunt.”

He nodded. “I’m Sheriff Ric Kasun. This is one of my deputies and son, Conall. We’re aware of your background and understand this all must be rather strange for you.”

“Strange would be putting it mildly.

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