Storm Front: NA Fantasy/Time Travel (Tesla Time Travelers Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

casserole in the microwave and the Mrs. forgot to tell me what happens to tinfoil. Damn near caught the whole house on fire. Where’d you and your sister disappear to and why didn’t you tell me she wasn’t coming over? A fellow came asking about you. That was when we discovered the damage to your place. Are you going to say something or you want me to just keep badgering you?” He scowls and pulls out another chair, landing heavily on the seat and making the wood groan. “You doing alright?”
    I lean forward and prop my elbows on the crinkled plastic cover of the table. “How bad is the damage? I haven’t had time to check it. What did you find out about those men? I think I know the one who was here, but I need your help figuring out if he’s good or bad.”
    “How many men are trailing you?”
    I shake my head. “I’ve lost track.”
    He stands and rifles through the drawer beneath their telephone, coming back with a stack of legal notepads and two pens. He sets a pen on a pad and slides it across the table. “Start at the beginning.”
    “First there’s Ilif.” I write his name at the top and underline it. “He’s the guy who was here asking about me.”
    “Gray hair, short, walks with a limp?” Steinaman’s absently writing those things down, like they’re not in question.
    I can’t catch my breath. Can barely form the denial. “No.”
    He looks up, pen hovering above the page. “What do you mean, no ? You said you knew him.”
    I shake my head slowly. Ilif said he went to my place, talked to Steinaman, found out Tiana wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Why would he lie? I mean, besides the obvious fact that he’s a manipulative bastard. “I—I,” I swallow and struggle to quell the trembles coursing through my entire body. Running a hand over my braid, I pull the end forward and twist it through my fingers. “I know the gray-haired man, but he’s no friend of mine. I thought someone else came. I—I didn’t know it was him. This is bad. In so many ways.”
    He frowns and coughs. “Tell me what you know about this gray-haired fellow. I wasn’t sure what to think of him. At first.”
    “Why did you trust him? Why did you let him in?” Lightning crackles from my hands and I fist them and shove them beneath the table.
    “Settle down.” He stands and paces the dining room, his cane a muffled tap against the bare carpet. “There are some times that I have to trust my instincts over what all the facts are telling me. That’s what I did in this case. And I still stand by that unless you tell me something otherwise.”
    I tug the end of my braid and slump against the chair back. “He’s been following me since I was in New York.”
    “Wait one moment.” He pauses and taps my chair with his cane. “Before we get mired in what you think you know about him, tell me about your appearing.” He bends to see in my lap. “And that lightning.”
    Behind me, Mrs. Steinaman fidgets and holds her breath, turning silent for the first time since coming to. The handful of people who know what I am have found out through spectacular means. I’ve certainly not been careful about concealing it around them, but popping in and telling them the full truth are miles apart.
    “I cannot help you if you don’t tell me.”
    “I know…” I stand and walk to the kitchen, pull down a glass and fill it. The cool water feels good on my parched throat. “Outside my family, there aren’t a lot of people I trust.”
    “I’m not asking you to trust me, girl. I’m asking you to let me help. Those are different. I don’t trust anyone, but I know when it’s time to ask for help.”
    As do I.

C HAPTER 12

    F IRST , I LIF OWES me answers.
    And fast, before he lies to Papi. I can’t believe I trusted him. I bite my lip and fidget. “I have to settle the questions about who was here. If it wasn’t Ilif, I need to know why he lied so we know where he belongs on our list. Right now he’s on his way to my