The Seeker's Darkness by Isadora Brown

Author:Isadora Brown [Brown, Isadora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Isadora Brown

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I wasn’t expecting Peter to be awake when I got home. It was late. But when I walked through the door, I noticed a small light coming from the living room and the subtle scent of chamomile in the air. I paused in the foyer. I could go upstairs. I could pretend I didn’t know that Peter was still awake, most likely waiting for me. I could go to bed, just like I wanted to. Whether sleep would come was another story, but I didn’t have to go to Peter.

I already got into it with Jack. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with him.

If anyone would know what the hell is going on in that forest, it’s Peter, a voice in my head pointed out. You could ask him about it and see what he says.

I rubbed my lips together, patting the pockets of my leather jacket to see if there was any Chapstick there. When I came up emptyhanded, I dropped my hands to my sides and tried not to think about my lips starting to feel dry.

“I know you’re there,” Peter said in a sing-song voice. “You might as well come out now. We can talk.”

“I don't want to talk about what happened,” I said, slowly walking into the living room.

Peter was seated on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand. There were bags under his eyes and a weary expression on his face.

“You look tired,” I remarked.

“Gee, I wonder why I’d be tired,” he snipped, bringing the tea to his lips. He scowled after a drink before leaning forward and setting it on his coffee table. “You left, telling me nothing other than the fact that you were going to follow Shane—”

“I thought he was your friend,” I shot back. “Wasn’t he the same guy we used to run Ella’s DNA? Didn’t he help us with that? So, at some point, you clearly trusted him.”

“I did,” Peter said, standing up. He tilted his chin up so he could lock eyes with me. “I do. But that doesn’t mean I want you to follow him. Especially at night.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why did you call Jack?” I asked. “How did he know where to find me?”

“I called Jack because I hadn’t seen you in hours,” he said, as though that was obvious. His green eyes were narrowed, flashing a sharp emerald. I knew that color. He might be known for being grumpy all the time, but when his eyes turned this color he was especially frustrated, usually with me. “I didn’t know who else to call.” He furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side. “You can’t possibly have expected me to call The Imp.”

I clenched my teeth together and looked away. It was overwhelmingly hot in Peter’s living room, which didn’t make sense because it wasn’t even winter yet and Peter did not turn on the heat until he absolutely had to. I fidgeted with the sleeve of my jacket, debating whether or not I should take it off.

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