Vampire Secrets: Book 2 (Blood and Snow Season Two) by RaShelle Workman

Author:RaShelle Workman [Workman, RaShelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Polished Pen Press
Published: 2014-09-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Sunday morning, I got up and immediately craved Christopher’s blood. Laeddin still wasn’t home and Gatsby was gone. I hoped he was okay. Last night he acted like he needed to talk about something important. But I guessed not. The cat walked to a beat of his own making.

After I dressed in jeans, black Converse, and a plain black tee shirt, I went to the window. Sunlight peeked through the clouds. A light wind blew. Leaves that should’ve turned brown and died weeks ago rustled in the breeze. I tapped the glass, trying to decide if I should listen to Gatsby and leave the window open or do as Troy suggested and close it.

Finally I decided to leave it open. For now. If the cat hadn’t returned by tonight I’d close it. Especially if Laeddin hadn’t come back.

Breakfast consisted of toast and orange juice. Well, I took a bite of toast and immediately realized that it tasted like ash. I was a vampire again. Christopher’s blood had changed me back. But just to make sure, I took a drink of juice. It was tasteless.

It was definite. I was on a blood only diet.

Yay!

I cleaned up and then decided to do something totally normal and start my homework. I checked my cell phone to make sure no one had called and was surprised to see a missed call from Cameron. And two texts from him as well. I smiled in excitement. Maybe he was coming around.

I clicked on the texts. The first said: You may have the police convinced ur innocent but I know the truth.

The second: I know ur a murderer and a liar. My face fell. My heart twisted in fresh pain. We hadn’t known each other long, but how could he say that? I’d saved his life. I’d given up so much to protect him. Not that he knew that. But still. It really hurt to realize he believed I was a freak like the rest of the school.

Am not, Cam. How can you say that? I texted, hurt.

Unlucky then. I want nothing to do with you or your kind. So stay away. Got it? Otherwise I’ll have my parents’ lawyers slap you with a harassment lawsuit.

My kind? What did that mean? I guessed I didn’t want to know.

Fine, I texted back and tossed the phone on the counter.

My phone beeped. I ignored it. The Civil War paper for Mr. Henry’s class wasn’t going to write itself.

Another flipping beep.

Then another.

“Grrrr.” I picked up the phone, expecting more rude texts from Cameron. But they weren’t.

They were from Troy.

The first: Any ideas on the color of your dress?

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