Yearn For Blood (Blood Origins Book 1) by Tiffany Heiser

Author:Tiffany Heiser [Heiser, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Willow Moon Publishing
Published: 2020-02-10T06:00:00+00:00

BLOOD ORIGINS- BOOK ONE

Chapter Eight

“WE"VE GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL,” CECILE

said. I could almost see her hackles go up. She hated unsolicited offers of help from men, never mind the fact that we actually

didn’t know how to change the tire and, if it weren’t for her

AAA membership, help would’ve been something we could

really use right now. It was the kind of thing that would’ve

annoyed me under ordinary circumstances—really, I’m a

feminist too, but there’s a time and a place—but Bristol creeped

me out so much that I was glad she was dismissing him.

“You sure?” He stepped back a little, toward the tire and

out of my view. “This is pretty bad. I think your rim might be

bent.”

“Shit. Really?” Cecile got out of the car. Immediately I

felt uneasy. I didn’t trust him alone with her. I scrambled out

the passenger door and around to where they were standing,

eyeing the blown tire critically.

“Look here,” he said, tracing a finger along the side of

the wheel. “See how it’s a little caved in?”

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“Not really…”

Bristol looked up at me, and for the first time I noticed

how dark his eyes were. I almost couldn’t make out the irises at

all. I didn’t remember this from our bookstore encounter.

Hadn’t his eyes looked more normal then? I wasn’t sure. “How

about you?” he asked. “You see it, right?”

I crouched down beside him to examine the wheel. “I’m

not sure.”

“AAA will handle it for us,” Cecile said firmly.

“I could do it.” Bristol’s face stretched into a smile that

seemed vaguely menacing. Was it just me? “Wouldn’t charge

you anything.”

“No thank you.”

“I’ll wait with you, then,” he suggested, rising smoothly

to his feet. “Two young girls shouldn’t be alone on the side of

the road.”

“We’re fine, thanks.”

“No, no. I really wouldn’t feel right.”

I started to stand up, to back Cecile up in her insistence

that we were fine on our own—this wasn’t exactly a bad

neighborhood, and anyway, it was daytime, for God’s sake—

but before I could rise, a couple of dark spots on the cuffs of

Bristol’s pants caught my eye.

Red spots.

The same red I’d seen on my fingers on my date with

Cryder.

Blood.

Oh, God. Could Bristol be the murderer? Suddenly my

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thoughts were racing. I’d met him just before meeting

Cryder—Cryder, who was acting incredibly strange about the

entire incident, who had been nothing but vague and

suspicious with me. What if they knew each other? What if

Cryder was protecting Bristol, and that’s why he’d been so

hesitant to call the police? Or what if. .what if they were in

cahoots?

And here we were, stranded, alone with Bristol.

I edged close to Cecile. “Can we talk for a second?”

“What’s up?”

“Um.” I had to think fast, to come up with something

that wouldn’t make him suspect. “I need a tampon.” That

ought to put him off. Boys couldn’t handle periods, everyone

knew that.

“I think there’s one in my purse,” Cecile said.

“Great, would you mind?”

“You can get it.”

Oh my God, could she be more difficult? “I don’t want

to go in your purse, Cecile.” I met her gaze and widened my

eyes, hoping she’d understand what I meant—that there was

something I wasn’t saying right now.

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