wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t known of Silver’s existence. Life was
weird sometimes.
“Be careful, Jack.” She whispered the words
in the dark, startling him. He turned to look at her face and
waited to hear more. A few minutes passed and he started to think
she wasn’t going to add anything else. Her lips parted on a sigh.
“They’re going to kill you. Be careful. I don’t want to lose
you.”
Those words struck a chord deep within him.
She liked him. His insides warmed at the thought. If he was smart,
he’d start running now. The last thing he needed was a hunter
girlfriend. Slowly, the rest of her words replayed in his brain.
Someone was going to try to kill him?
He sat up quickly and asked, “Who?”
She didn’t respond. Her lips refused to
budge. If she woke up, she wasn’t going to be happy to see him
leaning over her, and he wouldn’t get the answer to his question.
Maybe if he rephrased the question, she would be able to answer
it.
“Is a hunter after me right now?” ‘Besides
you,’ he almost added.
She frowned in her sleep. “Not yet.”
“What about a werewolf? Is there a werewolf
tracking me?”
“Not yet.”
Irritated, he prepared to raise his voice,
not caring if her parents heard and came to investigate. He felt
stronger and could probably take out her entire family without
breaking a sweat. As quick as he got angry, he let it go. He
wouldn’t hurt anyone Silver cared about, not after she’d saved his
life.
“What is that supposed to mean? Not yet? Who
do I need to be careful of? Who is going to try to kill me?”
A single word floated to his ears, chilling
him to the bone.
“Everyone.”
Chapter Three:
MORTAL AGAIN
The next time Jack woke it was morning, and
his hand felt oddly warm. A nagging voice deep in the recesses of
his mind slowly connected the dots. He had experienced this
soothing heat before, but it had been so long ago he couldn’t
pinpoint the source. Whatever it was, it was bad.
Jack cracked his eyes a slit. His hand rested
comfortably on the pillow beside his head. Light streamed through
the open curtains and rested on his unprotected skin. His eyes
widened as the truth dawned on him.
With a yelp, he jerked his hand out of the
light and dove under the covers. Sunlight and vampires did not mix.
Any second now he would burst into flames, and it would all be
over. Where was he anyway? He searched his recent memories.
An amused voice spoke from the doorway.
“It’s okay,” Silver said. “You’re fine. I
opened the curtains this morning, but I watched your skin carefully
for any signs of burning. The sunlight can’t hurt you anymore.”
He struggled to breathe through the
suffocating covers and mumbled, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re not a vampire.”
“What?” Oh yeah, she’d lost her mind. Or
maybe this was a trick to get him to commit suicide. She was the
enemy after all, albeit a beautiful one.
She yanked the covers off the bed and him
with one quick sliding motion like a magician revealing his final
trick. Silver was fully dressed, hair combed, and eyes sparkling.
She flashed him a quick grin. “You don’t need to hide from the sun.
You are no more a vampire than I am. See?” She motioned to the
window. “You aren’t catching fire or exploding. Isn’t that enough
evidence for you?”
He crawled to the edge of the mattress in
wonder and stared at the beauty known as dawn. Tears blurred his
vision for a moment. Incredible. It had been too long since he’d
seen golden sunlight. He’d forgotten how breathtaking a sunrise
could be. Logic argued with his physical senses. He pushed his
fingers beneath his upper lip, felt the gums. No telltale bumps
beneath the skin. He jumped off the bed and grabbed Silver, pressed
his face against her throat as he tried to smell her blood.
Nothing.
She giggled.
He released her and went to the window.
Before he had the chance to change his mind, he thrust the glass
pane up and