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I can hunt proper.”
“Shufah’s pet, this Foster Reynolds should be ready any day now,” Kole said. “Once we judge him, we can go.”
The pair moved on and the nameless man followed at a good distance.
As the stars began to fade and the silhouettes of the trees were once again visible against the canopy above, Kole and Taos took refuge from the sun in a cave concealed by a deadfall several hundred yards off of the train tracks.
The nameless man stood near the entrance of the cave until the purple sky was swallowed in blue brilliance and golden sunlight washed over his naked form.
Kole and Taos were similar to him in many ways, but different in many others. They were faster and stronger than humans and could conjure fire with their minds, but the pair had fled into the cave to escape the sunlight while he stood bathing in its warmth. Kole and Taos had fed upon the humans, much in the way he had fed upon the four in the compound, except for one large difference. Kole and Taos had drunk the blood of their victims.
The nameless man’s head swam with questions. He considered climbing into the cave to ask Kole and Taos, but he doubted either would have much to say to him.
Chapter Five
J erusa walked with her head down. The closer she drew to school, the more she felt like turning and running home. Her feet no longer felt like they touched the ground. Her palms were sweating and her mouth had gone cotton-dry.
She wondered how long it had taken Thad to spread the tale of her crazy mother. Not that Debra Phoenix didn’t deserve a little ridicule for the way she had screamed at Thad. All for giving Jerusa a ride home.
Jerusa paused with her hand on the door, trying her best to slow the rapid beating of her heart. Alicia materialized beside her, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes. Apparently, even in the endless boring days of an earthbound spirit, there is no room for the anxieties of a teenage girl.
With a sigh, Jerusa pulled open the door and walked in.
Nothing seemed different. No one pointed at her. No one laughed. There were no hushed conversations as she passed through the halls. No one seemed to know anything about yesterday’s incident and Jerusa had never felt so thankful to just go about her typical routine.
The day passed without event until lunchtime.
As Jerusa sat at the cafeteria table with her usual group of friends, chatting away about everything and nothing at all, Kristen, Thad’s now ex-girlfriend, approached like a storm rolling in from the sea. The crowd seemed to instinctively part for Kristen, giving the girl an unimpeded path straight toward Jerusa.
Jerusa turned her attention toward the conversation revolving around the table, pretending to listen, and ignored Kristen even when the dazzling blonde stood five feet away, casting her gorgon’s glower at her.
“Stay away from Thad,” Kristen said in a voice as venomous as her stare.
Jerusa’s skin went clammy and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. And either she had gone deaf or the whole cafeteria was now watching this exchange in silence. Jerusa had no choice but to turn and face Kristen.
“Excuse me?” Jerusa asked, unable to mask the quiver in her voice.
“Don’t play stupid with me.” Kristen had one hand on her hip while pointing in Jerusa’s face with the other. “My friends saw you riding in his Jeep.”
A tiny collective gasp lit around the table and Jerusa knew there would be hell to pay for not disclosing this major detail to her friends. Jerusa wanted to explain, but she couldn’t get the words past her tongue.
“Don’t try to deny it,” Kristen screeched. “What kind of skank are you, messing around with another girl’s boyfriend?”
Alicia materialized next to Kristen. She threw up her hands and leapt at Kristen with the ferocity of a lion, and had she been a corporeal being, she would have snatched every golden lock out of her spiteful little head. But much to Jerusa’s dismay, the
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