Splintered Souls by Erica Lucke Dean

Author:Erica Lucke Dean
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Adept Publishing
Published: 2015-09-09T00:00:00+00:00

Plink… plink… plink.

I reached for my phone to silence it then remembered I’d already turned it off.

Plink… plink… plink.

Damn it. Someone was throwing pebbles against my window again, and I had a pretty good idea who. I jumped out of bed and crept to the window, keeping to the shadows so Maddox couldn’t see me.

He stood below my window, dressed in his usual black from head to toe, and I wondered why he’d bothered to change. He reached up to throw another pebble but stopped mid-throw. Our eyes locked.

“Ava?” He mouthed my name, and even without hearing the sound, I could feel the pain in his expression.

I hoisted my window open and leaned out. “What?” I tried to keep my voice down, despite the urge to scream at him at the top of my lungs.

“Can you please come down? Just for a few minutes? I really need to talk to you.”

“We talked plenty already.” The irony of that statement wasn’t lost on me.

“What?” He screwed up his face and shook his head. “Ava, I’m really sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean to—”

“Listen, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay? You can beg forgiveness then.” I had the window halfway down before he yelled up.

“Wait! Please just come down and talk to me.” The words ripped out of him, and he seemed to deflate with the effort. “Please.”

“You’re gonna wake my mom, and then she’ll ground me so I never get to see you again.” I should have closed the window and stuffed cotton in my ears. The sound of his voice, the look on his face—he had to have known he was getting through. The chinks in my armor were big enough to park a motorcycle in.

He stood straighter, a determined look in his hypnotic eyes. “I guess you’d better come down, because I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Stupid stubborn boy,” I muttered. “Fine. I’ll come down, but you’ve only got ten minutes, so you’d better make it good.”

I grabbed my keys from the nightstand and headed downstairs in my pajamas. I might have given up, but I wasn’t giving in. If he wanted my forgiveness, he’d have to work for it.

After making it past the loose floorboards in the stairs and tiptoeing past my mom’s room, I slipped through the front door and closed it behind me. Then I dashed across the damp grass in my bare feet to where he waited on the other side of the street, leaning on his motorcycle in the shadows.

“If you think I’m going for a ride on your bike, you’re sadly mistaken.” I folded my arms over my chest to keep out the chill in the air and regretted not grabbing a sweater.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He had it off before I could say no and draped it over my shoulders, enveloping me in his warmth. He fought dirty. “I wasn’t going to ask you to go for a ride. I just wanted to come and tell you how sorry I am about tonight.

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