Veiled Waters by H G Lynch

Author:H G Lynch [Lynch, H G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Published: 2018-07-21T23:00:00+00:00

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Once more, the whole gang was at Onyx Lake, just like the day they’d decided to take a dip in the make-shift Jacuzzi, only now Brandon and Perry were here. Hiro, with his uncanny ability to pop up wherever Ember was without forewarning, was standing on the edge of the crowd, leaning against a tree like he was in no way connected to the strange group of people milling about by the lakeside. His caramel skin was darker in the shadow of the tree, and he tucked a lock of crimson hair behind his ear to stop it blowing into his eyes. He pushed away from the tree to join them when he saw Ember.

“At last. What took you so long?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he came to stand next to Ember. Then he spotted Reid right behind her and arched a brow. “Ah. I see.” He snorted, rolled his eyes.

Ember blushed and whacked his arm, to which he responded with a scowl.

“We weren’t doing what you’re thinking. We had an argument. Not that it’s any of your business,” Ember snapped defensively. “If you have to be here, couldn’t you be in fox form? You’re less annoying when you can’t talk.” She flicked his ear and, startled, he yelped. He jerked away from her and gave her a hard look before Changing, turning into a little fluffy fox at her feet. Ember bent to stroke him, but he batted her hand, put up his tail, and stalked away to fold himself in a sulky ball by Cris. Cris looked down at him, surprised, then saw Ember’s expression and grinned. He came over to her, zipping up his hoodie against the cold.

“What’d you say to make him sulk this time? Did you tell him his tail was too short? I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t forgive you for that one,” Cris chuckled, now wearing his usual white cowboy hat, his sandy blond hair peeking out from under it.

Ember nudged him and tried to snatch his hat off, but he caught it and prodded her in the ribs for the attempt. She squealed and Reid stepped in to break up the squabble. “Why don’t you go peel some potatuhs, Paddy?” Reid intoned in his best leprechaun-Irish accent, and Cris slugged him in the shoulder, chuckling.

“That was a piss poor attempt at my accent.”

“You’re a piss poor excuse for an Irishman.”

“How the hell would you know? You’ve never seen me drink.”

Reid laughed and opened his mouth, but Ember interrupted.

“Oookay, this has gone on long enough. When you feel like joining the cause, find me over by the grown-ups,” she said and walked away from the guys and their banter to see what Brandon and Ricky were yakking about.

The wind cut sharply through the trees and she shivered, drew her jumper up around her neck. The trees rattled menacingly. Brandon and Ricky were deep in conversation, while Sherry was buried cozily in Ricky’s side with his arm around her. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck and had her hands tucked inside Ricky’s hoodie.

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