The Brotherhood of the Snake (Return of the Ancients Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Carmen Caine
be back, hearing their voices once again. And for the first time in my life, I felt I was home.
It felt odd. But I knew I could get used to it.
“Al’s running to the store real quick,” Betty said, wiping her hands on the towel. “Would you mind going with him, Sydney? I want to try some of those new Paunchy Poodle Pills on Tigger. The vet told me they really help dogs lose weight, and I saw an ad that they’re at the pet store now.”
I followed her gaze to Tigger snoozing in the hall.
The red-brindled bloodhound only gained more weight with every diet Betty put him on. I wasn’t sure her endeavors were really helping.
But I said, “Sure, I’ll get ready real quick.” Glancing down at Ajax, I added, “And I’ll take Ajax with me. He’d probably like to check out the pet store.” I wasn’t about to go anywhere without him right now.
Heading to my room, I stepped over Tigger, watching as Ajax paused in front of the sleeping dog, his lips splitting into a wide, evil grin.
“Be nice, Ajax!” I warned with a glare. “Tigger’s a great guard dog, too.”
We both knew that was a lie.
Ajax shot me a look of what could only be astonishment that I’d ever say such a thing, but I was suddenly exhausted and just wanted to escape into my room.
Trudging down the hall, I opened my bedroom door and waited for him to prance through before closing and leaning against it thankfully.
For the first time since breaking the Glass Wall, I was finally alone.
Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes rove over the simple fuzzy tiger-print blanket covering my bed, the sunflower-shaped rug, and the yellow curtains framing the window facing the greenbelt of trees behind the house.
I was so happy to be back on Earth, back with my foster parents, Al and Betty, and their daughter, Grace.
And back with my mouse, Jerry, in his cage on the oak dresser.
The mirror hanging over the dresser caught my attention, and I blinked, startled at my own reflection. My black hair was a tangled mess, but in spite of what we’d gone through in Avalon, the dark eye shadow highlighting my green eyes and the mysterious patterns Rafael had painted on my face still looked fresh and untouched. The green Fae tunic shimmered around me, making me appear much taller than I actually was, and lent me a sense of style and grace that I normally didn’t possess.
I moved to lean against the dresser, absently combing my fingers through my hair, and I finally let my thoughts drift where they wanted to go.
Towards Rafael.
I’d never met anyone like him. He was fascinating. And handsome.
I cringed a little, recalling how I’d blurted exactly just that to his face, only moments ago.
I blushed again even though I knew it was pointless to relive the embarrassment again and again. It would only make me feel bad about myself.
I could do only one thing now, and that would be to move on.
And, of course, watch my mouth closer in the future.
However, before I could really move on, I had to think about Rafael just a bit more first. I had to. Otherwise, I couldn’t move on. It made some kind of strange logic to me, anyway.
I sighed.
It was funny that I was thinking about a guy so much.
After watching my mother boyfriend-hop year after year, I’d pretty much lost interest in having a boyfriend myself. I had absolutely zero interest in guys. Or at least I’d been telling myself that for quite some time, and I’d gotten pretty good at believing it.
I didn’t waste my time thinking about romance.
Yeah, I occasionally read and watched the popular teen romances like any other girl, the ones filled with snarky, sarcastic heroines falling in love with vampires and werewolves. In the first chapter, the girl would drool over how beautiful the guy was, and he was either horrifically rude to the point that any normal person would have punched him in the face, or else he would spend his entire time consumed with worry that he’d accidentally turn her into a tasty
It felt odd. But I knew I could get used to it.
“Al’s running to the store real quick,” Betty said, wiping her hands on the towel. “Would you mind going with him, Sydney? I want to try some of those new Paunchy Poodle Pills on Tigger. The vet told me they really help dogs lose weight, and I saw an ad that they’re at the pet store now.”
I followed her gaze to Tigger snoozing in the hall.
The red-brindled bloodhound only gained more weight with every diet Betty put him on. I wasn’t sure her endeavors were really helping.
But I said, “Sure, I’ll get ready real quick.” Glancing down at Ajax, I added, “And I’ll take Ajax with me. He’d probably like to check out the pet store.” I wasn’t about to go anywhere without him right now.
Heading to my room, I stepped over Tigger, watching as Ajax paused in front of the sleeping dog, his lips splitting into a wide, evil grin.
“Be nice, Ajax!” I warned with a glare. “Tigger’s a great guard dog, too.”
We both knew that was a lie.
Ajax shot me a look of what could only be astonishment that I’d ever say such a thing, but I was suddenly exhausted and just wanted to escape into my room.
Trudging down the hall, I opened my bedroom door and waited for him to prance through before closing and leaning against it thankfully.
For the first time since breaking the Glass Wall, I was finally alone.
Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes rove over the simple fuzzy tiger-print blanket covering my bed, the sunflower-shaped rug, and the yellow curtains framing the window facing the greenbelt of trees behind the house.
I was so happy to be back on Earth, back with my foster parents, Al and Betty, and their daughter, Grace.
And back with my mouse, Jerry, in his cage on the oak dresser.
The mirror hanging over the dresser caught my attention, and I blinked, startled at my own reflection. My black hair was a tangled mess, but in spite of what we’d gone through in Avalon, the dark eye shadow highlighting my green eyes and the mysterious patterns Rafael had painted on my face still looked fresh and untouched. The green Fae tunic shimmered around me, making me appear much taller than I actually was, and lent me a sense of style and grace that I normally didn’t possess.
I moved to lean against the dresser, absently combing my fingers through my hair, and I finally let my thoughts drift where they wanted to go.
Towards Rafael.
I’d never met anyone like him. He was fascinating. And handsome.
I cringed a little, recalling how I’d blurted exactly just that to his face, only moments ago.
I blushed again even though I knew it was pointless to relive the embarrassment again and again. It would only make me feel bad about myself.
I could do only one thing now, and that would be to move on.
And, of course, watch my mouth closer in the future.
However, before I could really move on, I had to think about Rafael just a bit more first. I had to. Otherwise, I couldn’t move on. It made some kind of strange logic to me, anyway.
I sighed.
It was funny that I was thinking about a guy so much.
After watching my mother boyfriend-hop year after year, I’d pretty much lost interest in having a boyfriend myself. I had absolutely zero interest in guys. Or at least I’d been telling myself that for quite some time, and I’d gotten pretty good at believing it.
I didn’t waste my time thinking about romance.
Yeah, I occasionally read and watched the popular teen romances like any other girl, the ones filled with snarky, sarcastic heroines falling in love with vampires and werewolves. In the first chapter, the girl would drool over how beautiful the guy was, and he was either horrifically rude to the point that any normal person would have punched him in the face, or else he would spend his entire time consumed with worry that he’d accidentally turn her into a tasty
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