Silverweed by Dorlana Vann

Author:Dorlana Vann [Vann, Dorlana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pixie Punk Press
Published: 2010-11-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

He Dressed Himself in Her Cap

Aiden paced the guestroom. All he wanted to do was go home and have an uncomfortable conversation with Summer about their future. Anything was better than his current situation that involved supernatural creatures. But really, he wanted to see Summer’s beautiful smile and kiss her soft lips, and she would say things like, “You’ve got this.”

He wondered if his mom had tried to call him—perhaps she was on her way, or maybe she had called someone to drive out to check on him and Granny.

Using his sleeve to wipe at the condensation on the window, he gazed out at the snow-covered cars and felt like Arthur Dent from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: The world he knew had been destroyed, and he had landed on another planet.

“Things like this don’t happen. Come on! Werewolves! I’m supposed to believe that a person can actually turn into a wolf?” But he couldn’t deny what he had seen with his own eyes. He had been there, had seen it happen. Unless … Unless, Scarlet and Diesel had staged everything.

What if he was the only witness to the scene of a gruesome murder plot? And now they were buying time, trying to keep him there long enough to figure out how to kill him and make it look like an accident. Maybe Diesel murdered Aunt Rose. His mom had mentioned something about money, so there was a motive. Ignoring the thought that perhaps he had read too many murder mysteries, Aiden heaved his suitcase, which he had never unpacked, onto the bed.

If the plan was to keep him here, then the possibility existed that the roads weren’t as impassible as they had said. They could have told him anything about a snowstorm; he wouldn’t have known the difference. After all, the neighbor had made it here. Neighbor. He tried to remember if on the drive there he had seen a house. He didn’t think he had. Only woods, though he did remember a road, more like a dirt path, but maybe someone lived out there.

After rummaging through his suitcase and then his duffle bag for a few minutes, he determined there was absolutely nothing he could wear that would keep him warm enough inside the house, much less in a blizzard. All he had brought was his lightweight jacket, which was now full of rips and tears, and short-sleeved shirts. What had he been thinking when he packed?

He went to the closet and searched through the old evening dresses and what looked to be formal gowns hanging in crinkled, yellowing plastic bags. He did find a sweater, which had huge purple flowers, but it looked warm and cozy.

He placed the sweater on the bed before searching the chest-of-drawers. He knew from snooping the day before that the top drawer contained socks. He looked through the second drawer: nothing but linens.

The last drawer was a junk drawer with sticky note pads, a loose key, pens, paper clips, and lots of scattered index cards.

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