Silence (Hush, Hush #3) by Becca Fitzpatrick

Author:Becca Fitzpatrick [Fitzpatrick, Becca]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2012-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

AS JEV DROVE, I LEANED MY HEAD AGAINST THE window, staying quiet. He kept to side roads and back roads, but I had a rough idea of where we were. Another few turns, and I knew exactly where we were. The entrance to Delphic Amusement Park loomed ahead, imposing and skeletal. Jev pulled into the vacant lot. Four hours ago, he would have been lucky to find a place half this close to the gates. “What are we doing here?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He shut off the engine, arching a dark brow. “You said you wanted to talk.” “Yeah, but this place is ...” Empty. A hard smile touched his mouth. “Still don’t know if you can trust me? As for why Delphic, call me sentimental.” If I was supposed to catch his meaning, I didn’t. I followed him to the gates, watching him vault up and over them with ease. On the other side, he pushed the gate open just wide enough to allow me entrance. “Could we go to jail for this?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid question. If we were caught, how could we not? But because Jev looked like he knew what he was doing, I followed. Above the lamplight, a roller coaster towered over the park. An image blazed across my mind, momentarily halting me. I saw myself hurtling off the tracks into a free fall. I swallowed, brushing the image off as having to do with my terror of heights. I was growing more uneasy by the minute. Just because Jev had saved my skin three times didn’t mean it was a good idea to be alone with him. I supposed I’d been lulled here by the idea of answers. Jev had promised we’d talk, and the temptation had been too appealing to resist. At last Jev slowed, veering off the walkway and coming to a stop before a ramshackle maintenance shed. It was overshadowed by the roller coaster on one side and a giant spinning wheel on the other. The squat gray structure was the last place anyone’s eyes would travel. “What’s in the shed?” I asked. “Home.” Home? Either he had a sense of humor, or he was redefining simple living. “Glamorous.” A shrewd smile crept to his mouth. “I sacrificed style for safety.” I eyed the weathered paint, sloped awning, and paper-thin construction. “Safe? I could probably kick down the door.” “Safe from the archangels.” At the word, I felt a jab of panic. I remembered my last hallucination. Help me find an archangel’s necklace, Hank had said. The coincidence tingled unpleasantly under my skin. Inserting his key, Jev opened the shed door and held it for me. “When do I get to find out about the archangels?” I asked. I sounded glib, but nerves were making a wreck of my stomach. Just how many different angel spin-offs were there? “All you need to know is that right now, they’re not on our side.” I read deeper into his tone.

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