by Dave Ferraro
I spent the rest of the day doing nothing. Well, not nothing, but pretty close. My Mother said that we didn’t need to practice today. She didn’t even make Nelly and me go on a run. So, I hung out with the two of them, doing normal things.
We watched a couple of movies, I did a little reading, and just enjoyed their company; even my Mother’s. I put away my worries over returning to school and everything else that seemed to be happening to me lately.
Nelly and I were sitting in my room after dinner. I spent most of my time at home alone or with Nelly -or “preparing” with my Mother-, plus she was the only person I really had to talk to.
“Oh, yeah,” Nelly said. “I never got a chance to thank you for what you did with Riley.”
I gave a half smile. I hadn’t expected her to thank me for that. In fact, I’d thought she might be mad at me for hurting someone so badly because Nelly was just a gentle person. I should have known she would understand, even if I didn’t understand it myself.
There was a sincere look in her hazel eyes. “So, thank you. I appreciate what you did.”
I gave another halfhearted smile. “What else would I have done?”
She started to say something else, but I held up my hand, cutting her short. “Shh,” I whispered.
I had heard something outside the open window near my bed. I hadn’t closed it because I wasn’t going to sleep just yet. Maybe it was just Jackson again, coming over to “check on” me. Still, I had to be sure. For whatever reason, my hackles had gone up as soon as I’d heard that indistinguishable noise outside of my window.
I stood up slowly, pulling Nelly along with me. “Go to the living room with Mom,” I whispered.
I’m not sure what my face looked like, but it must have looked serious because she immediately obeyed. I walked over to my dresser, keeping my gaze locked on the window. Picking up the gift from my Mother, I removed its velvet cloth. I wasn’t sure why, but I was just suddenly drawn to it; like I needed to pick it up.
I stared down at it and was momentarily distracted from the window. I looked back up to see that someone, or rather something had entered while I’d been distracted.
Read what happens next in The Alexa Montgomery Saga, book one, Blood Warrior…
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Chapter One: The Scarlet Dagger
