Jenny Undead (The Thirteen: Book One) Read Online Free PDF Page A

said.
    “What choice do I have?” said
Declan. He eyed her. “Wouldn't be Jenny if she listened to
reason.”
    “Oh, come on,” she said.
“That's just low.”
    Declan smiled for the first time. He was
relaxing. Jenny's chest felt tight, but she breathed the feeling
out and smiled brightly. “If you boys don't mind, I'd like to
get changed.”
    “I don't mind,” said Declan.
    “Go talk to Sully,” Jenny said,
laughing. “Deck,” she said as he bent to duck through
the opening in the tent.
    “Yeah?” he said.
    “You know I love you, too, right? I don't
really say it, but you know, don't you?”
    He grinned. “Who said anything about
love?”
    “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Get the fuck out of here.” He laughed as she threw the
girly mags at him as he slipped out of the tent. Jenny quickly
shrugged into the horrible dress. Scratchy and hot and tight all at
the same time. She was glad this was the last time she'd have to
wear the goddamn thing. Jenny stepped out of the tent and
immediately started sweating. She tossed Declan his leather, which
he shrugged into.
    “I have to go now,” she said.
“If I'm late there will be questions.”
    “Thanks, Sully,” Declan said.
    “Sure thing,” Sully said.
“Jenny. Be careful. Please.”
    “I'm always careful,” she said.
    Sully raised his eyebrows. “I mean it,
kid.”
    “Fine!” she blurted. “Fuck.
You guys are worse than grandmothers. I'll see you tomorrow, Sully.” She
led Declan away, toward the gate.
    “I fucking hope so!” Sully yelled
behind them.
    Declan held her hand as they walked. He never
did that. He held her so tight it hurt, but Jenny didn't complain.
It was hard for him, more than most people. He didn't know how to
let go of things. He seemed to sense he was squeezing too hard and
released her hand from his as they exited. He leaned over and said,
“I have a surprise for you.” He nodded at Tyler and
Kevin as they passed through. They grinned at Jenny and she smiled
back. As they rounded the corner, she felt her jaw slacken.
    “Holy shit,” she said. “Is
that a Mustang?”
    “Used to be,” said Declan. His
demeanor completely changed when he saw her reaction. He was now
crackling with excitement. “It was a hot little black '67
that was of absolutely no use to anyone. Fucking gas. Anyway, I got
Beacon to help me get it back to the house and I've been modifying
it. Takes diesel now.”
    The Mustang looked like something out of a
science fiction movie. It had no hood over the engine, which gave
the illusion of spilling out over the rest of the car. Chrome pipes
burst out of the motor and ran across either side, as if
it could just take off into space. And though Jenny could
distinctly see some much-hoarded duct tape in spots, the car was
completely and utterly impressive. She walked around to the back of
the car and stopped at the trunk. Someone had stenciled a skull
with glossy white paint on the back.
    “This is for me?” she said.
    “All for you, baby.”
    “Deck, I...it's beautiful. It really
is.”
    “You like it?”
    “If all these creepy prowlers weren't
around I'd throw you on top of that car and have my way with
you,” she said.
    Declan laughed. “I wouldn't recommend it.
You'd probably be pretty uncomfortable on that engine.
Besides,” he put an arm around her shoulder. “You
wouldn't want to mess up your stunning ensemble.”
    Jenny put an arm around his waist and leaned
into him as they looked at the car.
    “I'm scared, Jen.”
    “Me too,” she said.
    “Let me come with you. I've got a couple
of guns in the trunk from the hoarding stash. I could just blow all
those Thumpers away. Or threaten them until they told us where Casey
was.”
    Jenny sighed. The thought had crossed her mind
more than once. “It's no good,” she said.
“There's kids there. People have lives there. They feel safe.
No matter how fucked up those lives are, I just don't feel like we
have any right to take that away from