Need [Need Book 1] by Carrie Jones

Author:Carrie Jones
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Love & Romance, Magic, Fantasy, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Grief, Science Fiction, Supernatural, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Social Issues - Adolescence, Suspense, General, Friendship, Pixies, Thriller, Adolescence
ISBN: 9781599904535
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
Published: 2010-02-10T10:45:53+00:00

"She'll be tied up some good for a long time," Josie tells me.

"Okay. Just ask her to call me. It's Zara."

" 'Course it is, dear. I'll give her the message."

So that leaves me home, alone, with all my million questions and absolutely zero answers.

I walk outside again and stand on the porch, listening. No birds sing or even twitter. The wind howls and rustles through the tree branches. A pine cone drops onto our roof and rolls down by my feet, making me jump. My hand clutches the poker.

"Wimp," I mutter.

I march over to Nick's MINI and put my injured hand on his door handle, pulling it open. It smells so much like him. I touch the steering wheel with my fingers. Something inside me shudders again, and not in a good way. I don't want him to be in danger. I pull my hand away from the steering wheel. It stings. The lines do make the rune for protection. How weird. I turn around in a circle so I can see all around me. A prickly feeling creeps through my hand and up my arm, marching toward my heart.

"Nick?" I whisper.

I push the hair out of my face. The wind whips it back. I grab an elastic band off my wrist and yank my hair back into a ponytail. The sun has almost set behind the trees. It casts an orange glow, a last stand against the night.

"Nick?" I say louder.

No answer.

I try it even louder.

"Mick? You out there?"

That's when I hear it, the angry howl of some kind of dog. I freeze.

And then I hear something even worse. From the edge of the forest comes a hoarse whisper that is not Nick's voice, but I recognize it. I heard it last night when I went running.

"Zara," it says. "Come to me."

Phonophobia

fear of noises or voices

I take a step toward the voice, just one step. "Nick?"

"Zara…"

I stop and look around. The clouds darken with the setting sun, turning into something somber and full of potential dangers. The trees lean with the wind, the younger ones almost bending. I wrap my arms around my own trunk, trying to make the spidery feeling go away.

"Zara…"

"Nick, is that you?"

No answer.

"Who are you?" I yell.

"Come to me."

"Tell me who you are!"

"Zara…"

I stomp my foot down. "Look. This is crazy. Tell me who you are and I'll come, okay? But I've got to tell you that if you've hurt Nick-or if you are Nick gone psycho-I am not going to be happy."

My words dangle like a warning in the cold air. My insides warm up like I am on fire. Anger will do that to you.

"Zara…"

"Enough with calling my name!" I scream, raging now. "It's ridiculous."

I storm into the woods then, not thinking about it, just powered by rage, ready to beat someone up, even though I've never beat anyone up before. Friedrich Nietzsche says, "He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster."

I race maybe fifty feet into the trees and then I stop, feet skidding on the hard surface.

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