Somewhere Over the Freaking Rainbow (A Young Adult Paranormal Romance) (The Secrets of Somerled) Read Online Free PDF Page B

answering his cell. He wouldn’t leave Jamison hanging all day long, not knowing. Not after last night.
    They couldn’t be fine. They were either hurt, or being held somewhere, or dead.
    What was it about that chick that made him forget? He’d run into her three times that day, and each time he’d put his suspicions on hold, hoped he was wrong, decided to wait and see.
    Well, he wasn’t willing to wait anymore. He wasn’t going to slink into the shadows and pretend he hadn’t seen anything, like he had in Texas—like he freaking had last night!
    He took a deep breath and huffed it out.
    This was his home. Ray was his friend. And Jamison Shaw wasn’t going to be a nice quiet boy anymore.
    Before he lost his nerve, he turned onto Granddad’s road, toward the Somerleds. His mom could wait. It was better if she wasn’t around for this anyway; questions were going to be answered, and not hers.
    Adrenaline poured out his right foot and onto the accelerator. Luckily, as if they’d been warned away, no cars pulled onto the road to hinder him as he closed the distance...
    ...except the sherrif’s.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Skye sat in the cornfield, her butt between half-dry stalks, the plants’ tassels tangling five feet above her head. Even someone looking down would have a hard time finding her, which was just what she wanted. For the first time in her existence, she was hiding.
    For some reason, talking to Lucas or Jonathon was the last thing she wanted to do. There was only one other female on the Flat Springs farm, and it only took a few quick questions and a frown to know she hadn’t a clue what Skye was talking about. Whatever emotional malfunction she was having, she was having it alone.
    And since when had ‘alone’ been a problem? Never, that’s when. But it was now.
    She felt a sob welling in her chest, but there was no place for it to go. She even pretended to cry, making the motions, making the noise, distorting her face, but no tears came. She lifted her face and glared at what little bit of Heaven she could see.
    “Why give me the feelings and no way to get rid of them?” Her whisper was eaten by the corn.
    No one answered.
    Suddenly, that odd loneliness eased a little as she sensed Jamison nearing—he was almost home. More proof there was something terribly wrong with her. How she wished she could run to him, tell him her troubles, let him comfort her as she knew he would...for a mortal girl. At least that weight in her chest would be shared. She wouldn’t have to carry the burden alone.
    But Jamison had burdens of his own, and more to come. How could she even think of distracting him with her problems? At least that’s what the logical Skye would have said. The Skye she was at the moment screamed, “Tell him!”
    But tell him what? Tell him the truth about her and she’d be telling the truth about the Somerleds—a secret well-kept for thousands of years. What right had she to tell it?
    But rebellion bubbled into her thoughts . By what right had someone endowed her with emotions she was not equipped to bear? And they were emotions. Real emotions. She wasn’t capable of conjuring the storm that brewed inside her. Even with all the mortal joy and suffering she’d witnessed, from a detached distance, she never would have imagined frustration so powerful, desperation so consuming. It was a wonder the field did not go up in flames from the friction of her thoughts alone!
    If she were mortal, she’d blame it all on PMS, but she couldn’t; she wasn’t pre-anything!
    In all her assignments, she’d never known an emotional Somerled. Even Marcus, though he knew he would miss Skye like a daughter, had not been emotional at their parting. It had been she who had wrapped her arms around him and tried to delay the inevitable.
    And her inevitable moment was coming. Could she hold on, suffer her emotions in silence, until they were purged from her in the process of transformation? Could she hold out another two