AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He doesn’t trust me now?
“And you’re on your own,” he tells me. “I’m not going to hold your hand here.”
I swallow hard, clenching my sheet in my hands as I watch him rise and head for my bedroom door.
I don’t believe this. What the hell did I do? I…
But I stop.
No.
I don’t care about this anymore. If they don’t want to explain why they both pulled away from me, I’m not giving it my attention.
“I missed you,” is all I say.
It’s all I want him to know before we’re never alone together again.
But he just stops at the door and laughs. Turning his mean eyes on me, he asks, “Why?”
I go still.
He doesn’t give me time to reply. Swinging open the door, he’s gone quickly, his footfalls fading down the stairs until I hear the front door slam shut.
It takes a moment to steady myself. I’ll stay away from him. Fine. No problem.
He better not think I came here to be with him as a motive in the first place. I came here to be on my own anyway.
Checking the time, I see it’s just after six. I whip off the sheet and climb out of bed, dialing Aro as I head into the bathroom. Before I start the shower, though, I check the shelf for clean towels.
There are two. Brilliant. I think I saw a washer and dryer just off the kitchen, in the mudroom by the back door. I’ll have to go to school today in the same clothes I came in, but I can wash them tonight.
The line picks up. “Are you okay?” Aro says, almost sounding like an accusation.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
I hear her sigh, muttering, “Seriously…”
I reach into the shower, turning on the water and running my hand under the ice-cold spray. After a few moments, the water doesn’t get warm, so I leave it running and walk back to the bedroom. I betterhave hot water.
“Why couldn’t I get a call out last night?” I ask her.
“They probably put out a signal jammer.”
I exhale a laugh, closing the window. “Christ. They’re…a lot, aren’t they?”
But she chastises me instead. “Dylan, you shouldn’t have gone there.”
“And I’m tired of everyone telling me what I should and shouldn’t do,” I reply. “Can you just be the one person I don’t have to hear it from?”
“Listen to me—”
“I’m fine.”
“Maybe today—”
“If they were going to hurt me, they would’ve done it last night,” I retort.
“Dylan—”
