would have a bad case of bed head come morning, but I just didn’t have the energy it would take to stand in front of the mirror and blow dry my hair.
We’d searched the island for hours, and not only was there no sign of Annabelle, but no monsters either.
It was an island for hell’s sake. How many places were there to hide a kidnap victim?
We were missing something significant, I was sure of it. Things just weren’t adding up.
If I kept thinking about Annabelle, I wouldn’t get any sleep at all, and I needed sleep to function.
I couldn’t help but wonder how those TV cops could stay up for hours, drink a dozen pots of coffee, and still manage to shoot straight enough to bring down the bad guy?
This was something else I’d have to add to my to do list. Find out how to stay awake for days, and still be able to hit a running target from hundreds of feet away. Damn, those TV cops were awesome.
I wasn’t too worried about Annabelle just yet. My sister and I had always had some kind of connection between us. Since we were old enough to walk and talk, there had been this emotional connection. We could sense the other’s emotions.
When I’d first come back from the dead, I’d been a little worried that I might have lost that connection with Annabelle, but now I could be sure I hadn’t.
I was still picking up on her emotions. My sister was irritated as hell, and confused, but I hadn’t felt a lot of fear yet. The important thing was that I could feel her, which meant she was still alive.
If that wasn’t enough to keep me awake, there was always my Elias amnesia. Just like everything else that was happening, this strange and mysterious relationship, that had apparently escaped my memory, didn’t make any sense.
There was just no way it could be real. I would have remembered walking away from the love of my life … unless I’d been witched. That was always a possibility.
But if so … who would do something like that, and why?
* * *
Sleep didn’t bring me any answers, but it did bring on a pounding headache, which grew worse as the gummy candy ringtone pierced my eardrums.
Why I’d thought it was cute enough to put as a ringtone, I had no idea.
Resisting the urge to hurl the phone across the room, with the hope that by doing so, the song would somehow change to just an annoying buzz, I groped for the offensive piece of technology and put it to my ear.
I was still trying to push the answer button when I realized it was upside down. Without opening my eyes, I managed to get it upright.
“Hello,” I croaked.
“Did you want some breakfast this morning?” Tim asked.
“Hmm … no, but some coffee and aspirin would be appreciated.”
“Did you hit the bottle last night?” Tim sounded worried; as if that was something I actually did on a regular basis. Sure, I might tie one on every now and again, but not often enough to call for that kind of attitude.
“No … and I’m offended that you would even suggest I’d do such a thing, with my sister gone, and monsters overrunning our town?”
I wasn’t sure how convincing I sounded, but I hoped it was enough to ward of further questions. Not that I had anything to defend myself against, but a migraine might develop if I had to answer any stupid and needless questions so early in the morning.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “You just sound a little hung over.”
I felt hung over.
“Maybe I sound like that because you keep waking me up at insane hours of the morning,” I accused, though it might be a mite unfair of me, especially since Tim had been holding my hand a lot of the time. It was his way of helping me keep my job.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just tired,” I added. Tim was a good guy, so I didn’t want to sound like too much of a bitch.
“That’s okay. If you’ll come and open your door, I can help you out with a cup of ambition.
Now he was talking.
Not bothering to put a robe over my pink bunny pajamas, I slipped into my
We’d searched the island for hours, and not only was there no sign of Annabelle, but no monsters either.
It was an island for hell’s sake. How many places were there to hide a kidnap victim?
We were missing something significant, I was sure of it. Things just weren’t adding up.
If I kept thinking about Annabelle, I wouldn’t get any sleep at all, and I needed sleep to function.
I couldn’t help but wonder how those TV cops could stay up for hours, drink a dozen pots of coffee, and still manage to shoot straight enough to bring down the bad guy?
This was something else I’d have to add to my to do list. Find out how to stay awake for days, and still be able to hit a running target from hundreds of feet away. Damn, those TV cops were awesome.
I wasn’t too worried about Annabelle just yet. My sister and I had always had some kind of connection between us. Since we were old enough to walk and talk, there had been this emotional connection. We could sense the other’s emotions.
When I’d first come back from the dead, I’d been a little worried that I might have lost that connection with Annabelle, but now I could be sure I hadn’t.
I was still picking up on her emotions. My sister was irritated as hell, and confused, but I hadn’t felt a lot of fear yet. The important thing was that I could feel her, which meant she was still alive.
If that wasn’t enough to keep me awake, there was always my Elias amnesia. Just like everything else that was happening, this strange and mysterious relationship, that had apparently escaped my memory, didn’t make any sense.
There was just no way it could be real. I would have remembered walking away from the love of my life … unless I’d been witched. That was always a possibility.
But if so … who would do something like that, and why?
* * *
Sleep didn’t bring me any answers, but it did bring on a pounding headache, which grew worse as the gummy candy ringtone pierced my eardrums.
Why I’d thought it was cute enough to put as a ringtone, I had no idea.
Resisting the urge to hurl the phone across the room, with the hope that by doing so, the song would somehow change to just an annoying buzz, I groped for the offensive piece of technology and put it to my ear.
I was still trying to push the answer button when I realized it was upside down. Without opening my eyes, I managed to get it upright.
“Hello,” I croaked.
“Did you want some breakfast this morning?” Tim asked.
“Hmm … no, but some coffee and aspirin would be appreciated.”
“Did you hit the bottle last night?” Tim sounded worried; as if that was something I actually did on a regular basis. Sure, I might tie one on every now and again, but not often enough to call for that kind of attitude.
“No … and I’m offended that you would even suggest I’d do such a thing, with my sister gone, and monsters overrunning our town?”
I wasn’t sure how convincing I sounded, but I hoped it was enough to ward of further questions. Not that I had anything to defend myself against, but a migraine might develop if I had to answer any stupid and needless questions so early in the morning.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “You just sound a little hung over.”
I felt hung over.
“Maybe I sound like that because you keep waking me up at insane hours of the morning,” I accused, though it might be a mite unfair of me, especially since Tim had been holding my hand a lot of the time. It was his way of helping me keep my job.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just tired,” I added. Tim was a good guy, so I didn’t want to sound like too much of a bitch.
“That’s okay. If you’ll come and open your door, I can help you out with a cup of ambition.
Now he was talking.
Not bothering to put a robe over my pink bunny pajamas, I slipped into my
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