kind of ability to sneak into Ace’s warehouse and steal something he may or may not consider his personal property.” I’d done it once, back when I had a Hotblood soul and did that kind of thing. Now I snuck off and dyed my hair.
“It’s not there,” he said, angrily. “Haven’t you been listening?” He almost called me stupid, it was implied by his tone. “There’s another one who could have it. There are two places, a garage or a house. Either one of them would be easy enough for you to reach in a matter of minutes. This is the right part of town.”
I stared at him, wondering if his insanity was giving him delusions. He couldn’t know where he was—I hardly knew that and I’d been sitting beside Grim the whole time he drove.
“You can’t tell where we are? The earth pulls at me, the trees in the park, that way,” he nodded past me, like the walls of Grim’s home and every other little house were translucent to him. “You should learn that, to feel familiar landmarks, it should be part of your training.”
I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that I was going to be training, then shut it again, not wanting to continue this conversation any longer than was absolutely necessary.
“If Axel doesn’t have it…” His face became a mask of fury at the same time I stopped edging towards the door.
“Axel?” I asked, images of Lewis and his auburn hair dancing through my mind with a vividness most of my memories lacked. I could practically smell him, the sunshine on grass scent, while his eyes, so warm, golden and lovely gazed back at me.
“He must have it, kept in his garage as a trophy. He wouldn’t keep it in the house—not the place to keep something like that. Most of its potency would be bled there.”
“You’re serious?” I asked, waiting for the madness to subside, or for him to explode into rage Grim would hear. “You know where his, um, garage is, and it’s close to here?”
He stared at me levelly, making me extremely uncomfortable. “Come here.”
I couldn’t help but move forward, one reluctant step at a time until he put his massive hand on my forehead, pushing me away from him at the same time as he flopped back on the bed. I stared at him, the pale, lifeless face where a moment ago it had been all potency and turned reeling to the doorway where Grim appeared, making me jump.
I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision while he nodded thoughtfully. “You should get some rest. Follow me, please.” I followed him, opening my mouth several times to tell him what had just happened, then closed it, not sure if I was ready to explain about the Hybrid to my uncle. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell him that he was awake and crazy, but that I wanted to know about the other thing, the part where the crazy Hybrid had touched my face and filled my mind with an image, a multitude of images actually, of walking to a place, details standing out in my mind, not fading with time as I stood with Grim outside another white room, only this time with a regular bed and no medical equipment.
I’d seen the way to the garage, and it was close, a few blocks away where I might be able to find answers to questions I’d never had time to ask. I didn’t for a moment think that Lewis would be there, no, I didn’t want him to be there. I certainly wouldn’t go running to him when the last time I’d seen him had been so unpleasant what with the blood loss and the exploding, and the fact that I’d told him I never wanted to see him again, right before he’d told me he loved me. I stood in the room alone remembering his words, wondering what was up with that. He shouldn’t have said that to me, not when he was nothing like the nice boy he’d pretended to be.
I stood there, lost in thought while a clock ticked in the hallway. I heard new voices, the low growl of my uncle Satan making me feel strangely protected and at the same time excluded, like I was a child in an all adult
“It’s not there,” he said, angrily. “Haven’t you been listening?” He almost called me stupid, it was implied by his tone. “There’s another one who could have it. There are two places, a garage or a house. Either one of them would be easy enough for you to reach in a matter of minutes. This is the right part of town.”
I stared at him, wondering if his insanity was giving him delusions. He couldn’t know where he was—I hardly knew that and I’d been sitting beside Grim the whole time he drove.
“You can’t tell where we are? The earth pulls at me, the trees in the park, that way,” he nodded past me, like the walls of Grim’s home and every other little house were translucent to him. “You should learn that, to feel familiar landmarks, it should be part of your training.”
I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that I was going to be training, then shut it again, not wanting to continue this conversation any longer than was absolutely necessary.
“If Axel doesn’t have it…” His face became a mask of fury at the same time I stopped edging towards the door.
“Axel?” I asked, images of Lewis and his auburn hair dancing through my mind with a vividness most of my memories lacked. I could practically smell him, the sunshine on grass scent, while his eyes, so warm, golden and lovely gazed back at me.
“He must have it, kept in his garage as a trophy. He wouldn’t keep it in the house—not the place to keep something like that. Most of its potency would be bled there.”
“You’re serious?” I asked, waiting for the madness to subside, or for him to explode into rage Grim would hear. “You know where his, um, garage is, and it’s close to here?”
He stared at me levelly, making me extremely uncomfortable. “Come here.”
I couldn’t help but move forward, one reluctant step at a time until he put his massive hand on my forehead, pushing me away from him at the same time as he flopped back on the bed. I stared at him, the pale, lifeless face where a moment ago it had been all potency and turned reeling to the doorway where Grim appeared, making me jump.
I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision while he nodded thoughtfully. “You should get some rest. Follow me, please.” I followed him, opening my mouth several times to tell him what had just happened, then closed it, not sure if I was ready to explain about the Hybrid to my uncle. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell him that he was awake and crazy, but that I wanted to know about the other thing, the part where the crazy Hybrid had touched my face and filled my mind with an image, a multitude of images actually, of walking to a place, details standing out in my mind, not fading with time as I stood with Grim outside another white room, only this time with a regular bed and no medical equipment.
I’d seen the way to the garage, and it was close, a few blocks away where I might be able to find answers to questions I’d never had time to ask. I didn’t for a moment think that Lewis would be there, no, I didn’t want him to be there. I certainly wouldn’t go running to him when the last time I’d seen him had been so unpleasant what with the blood loss and the exploding, and the fact that I’d told him I never wanted to see him again, right before he’d told me he loved me. I stood in the room alone remembering his words, wondering what was up with that. He shouldn’t have said that to me, not when he was nothing like the nice boy he’d pretended to be.
I stood there, lost in thought while a clock ticked in the hallway. I heard new voices, the low growl of my uncle Satan making me feel strangely protected and at the same time excluded, like I was a child in an all adult
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