Demon Girl (Keeley Thomson Book One) Read Online Free PDF

really, but they won't think you're lying. Which I didn't, so that all works out.” She waved her right hand a little, at first Keeley thought it was a conversational gesture, but then she noticed that it was directed toward a motorcycle police officer giving someone a ticket.
   The helmeted man nodded back. His look suddenly strained. Worried. Keeley wondered what the girl could have done to make the man feel like that. He looked away, a pointed thing, and stopped writing, then patted the top of the car, causing the suddenly shocked looking driver to pull out into traffic slowly. The officer's eyes followed them as they passed.
   “As for why she let you come over... Well, think about it Keeley, it's Friday and if you're gone for a few days, your parents can actually go and do something. Or stay in and do something. Actually, wait, don't think about that last part.” Darla got a wicked look on her face. Gleeful.
   Keeley made a point of that, because, ugh. Her parents didn't do things like that, not in her mind. She knew it wasn't true, but still... Ugh.
   From the back seat Hally called forward, voice loud to compensate for the wind, which wasn't fierce at residential street speeds, but didn't make conversation easy either. The girl pulled forward a bit and tucked her head between Keeley and Darla's, a little cozily really, considering they didn't really know each other all that well, having just met. The sports car was small, tiny really. It made close conversation both difficult and mandated at the same time.
   “What's the plan for tonight?”
   Darla didn't take her eyes off the road but gestured with her head toward Eve who sat directly behind her.
   “Ask her. Eve's turn to pick the entertainment.”
   This got an exaggerated shrug and a mysterious look from the black haired cheerleader in the back. Keeley just hoped it wasn't going to be based around a spot of her-centric torment. Eve wouldn't talk though and the others seemed curious too, so maybe not. She decided to be wary just in case. Darla was really paying a lot more attention to her than seemed right.
   OK, she admitted to herself, any attention would have been over the top, so not a huge leap to say it was too much, but she'd been watching her? OK, that was normal. Totally and completely.
   For a stalker.
   The next big shock was that Darla's house, a real house, nicer than the one she and her parents lived in, with two levels and a sunken garage connected to the house, technically making it three stories, was only about two blocks from her house. That could, possibly, explain how the girl knew where she lived, without it being too fishy, right? Just seeing her walking in and out?
   Still, the blond was strange and possibly had weird mind powers. Keeley chuckled at her own joke, which just got a small nod from the driver as they pulled into the garage. They had to wait for a bit while the door opened. Automatic, but not all that fast.
   “Yeah, my powers are kind of amazing, aren't they?” The girl said with a wink.
   She winked a lot. Too much. Only dirty old men winked that much. On top of the comment it was off. Wrong.
   Darla immediately hopped out and started moving everyone into the house while the door closed.
   “Let's not leave the door open too long. I left the air conditioning on and I don't want to cool down the whole state.”
   Keeley blinked and didn't move for a bit. How had she known to say that right then, about the powers?
   Coincidence? A lucky guess?
   That... or strange mind powers.
   She moved with the others, her nerves slightly on edge now. Had she said something that led Darla to assume she'd been thinking that? She had asked about what she'd done to her mom, so maybe that was enough? A reach though. Maybe she was just trying to be all mysterious or something, but if so, why?
   The house, a light tan color outside was fabulous inside. Really nice. Like a very