Race the Darkness by Abbie Roads Page A

family room. Cozy couches and chairs were set in front of a TV the size of a small movie screen. Wow. On either side of the loft ran open hallways with three doors on each side. Bedrooms she supposed. One of those was probably hers. Her own private place. How long had it been since she’d had privacy?
    â€œIt’s pretty damned incredible, isn’t it? Alex designed the place himself. He always said he wanted Gale to have a home that reflected the enormity of his love.” Row’s words contained the wistfulness of the past and the ache of love long lost.
    â€œHe built this for Gran?”
    Row’s brows pinched together, carving a new network of wrinkles across her forehead. “Yes, he did. I’m surprised Gale never told you.”
    â€œGran’s rule has always been to focus forward. I learned never to ask about the past. I never knew any of this existed.”
    â€œSweet baby Christ,” Row gasped as if Isleen’s words stung her. “I can’t flippin’ believe… Yes, I can. Knowing Gale, I can believe it.” She started shaking her head in that disappointed way only a grandmother could pull off.
    Sparklers of anger sizzled inside Isleen’s stomach and rocketed out her mouth. “Why do you and Matt act like Gran’s a bad person? If you all hate her so much, why did you bring us here?” The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to suck them back in. She shouldn’t be acting this way when Row had been nothing but kind and accepting of her.
    The question snapped Row out of her head-shaking. “Sweetie, I don’t hate her. There’s just a lot of history here between all of us that you don’t understand. I’ll tell you everything—I don’t believe in that focus-forward bullshit Gale always spouted—but let’s get you settled in first. About Matt… I suspect he really does hate Gale. He has his reasons. And honestly, he’s probably not too fond of you either simply because you’re related to her.”
    Row’s blunt assessment hit her hard, but Isleen much preferred the pain of bitter honesty over the caress of sweet lies.
    â€œCome on now.” Row wrapped her arm around Isleen’s shoulders and guided her through the house to a door underneath the loft. She stopped a few feet away. “I need to warn you about Alex before you go in.”
    â€œWarn me? Why?” Isleen managed to close her lips before asking if Alex was going to try to hurt her. In her mind, underneath the soil in the middle of the labyrinth, she felt something writhing and roiling—a memory that wanted out, whose entire purpose would be to make her afraid. Nope. Not going to happen. She’d been a victim long enough and refused to be one ever again. If Alex wanted to hurt her, intimidate her away from seeing Gran, what Isleen lacked in physical strength she’d make up for with attitude.
    She sucked the inside of her cheek into her mouth and bit down on it, not hard enough to draw blood, just hard enough to razor her focus to the doorway in front of her.
    â€œAlex is…” Row trailed off as if looking for the exact right thing to say. “Hell, he’s checked out of life—doesn’t bother with living. Only his work matters. He and Xander haven’t spoken in over twenty-five years. At least not until four days ago, when Xan called his father to tell him that he found you and Gale.
    â€œI just wanted to let you know that Alex doesn’t speak to anyone about anything except the Institute. He’s brilliant and social and energetic when it comes to the Institute and its associates. Probably because he and Gale founded the place together and it’s the only way he knows how to feel close to her. But he probably will ignore you and won’t speak to you at all.”
    â€œSo you’re telling me he won’t talk to me. And it’s not just me. He doesn’t talk to anyone