the water was exactly what I needed to relax. I put on my headphones and let Mozart push away all of the nightmares clouding my thoughts.
After a while, the door to the bathroom burst open without warning. I screamed bloody murder thinking that Andrew had come back, but it was just Ethan. Somehow he managed to look panicked, angry, embarrassed, and relieved all at the same time.
“What are you doing?” I screamed.
“Sorry!” he gasped. He tried to look away but he spun toward the mirror, which only gave him the reverse image of the same view. “Sorry!” He pinched his eyes shut and stumbled out into the hall. “You didn’t come outside, and you didn’t answer when I called your name. I was worried. Sorry. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”
So much for my peaceful morning.
Ethan was pacing the living room when I finally hobbled down the stairs. He’d gotten over his relief and embarrassment, and pretty much just looked angry now. “School started fifteen minutes ago,” he said. “Were you planning on getting there before lunch?”
“Actually, I wasn’t planning on getting there at all.”
“You’re just going to skip? Don’t you think your father will—”
“I was attacked by a freaking vampire last night!” I exploded. “My best friend is a werewolf! I have my very own guardian angel who hates my freaking guts, and to top it all off I saw Caleb Layton naked! I think I deserve a day off!”
Ethan thought about it a minute and then sighed. “That’s probably best. It’ll give us the weekend to see if you’re going to crack up.”
I sunk down to the couch, glaring at Ethan, but he just shrugged. “The odds are a thousand to one against you. Doesn’t exactly inspire much hope.”
I reached for the remote, but Ethan pulled it out of my hand and sat down next to me. “We need to talk about this, Grace. I’ll try to answer any questions you have. I think the more you understand, the better chance you’ll have at accepting it.”
I snatched the remote back and turned on the TV. I had a million questions, but Ethan Dunn was the last person I was going to talk to. Ever again.
“Fine,” Ethan said with a sigh and sank back on the couch, preparing himself for a long morning of television.
I watched hours of home design shows just to torture Ethan, but oddly enough he actually seemed to enjoy them. I can’t tell you how much it annoyed me that we had something in common.
We sat in silence, watching HGTV until my cell phone rang around lunchtime. I looked at the caller ID but didn’t answer it. I knew Cynthia was probably really worried about me, but I knew she’d come over right after school no matter what and I really just needed a couple more hours to sort things out in my head.
When I let the call go to voicemail, Ethan finally broke our silence. “I don’t blame you for being mad at me.”
Mad at him? Try loathe him more than any other person on the planet.
“You went through a lot last night, Grace. You learned things humans aren’t supposed to know. If you won’t talk to me, fine, but don’t shut out Cynthia. You need her if you’re going to get through this.”
He was right, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. When I continued to ignore him, he got pissed and stomped off to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a couple of sandwiches. “Eat,” he commanded.
I didn’t, just to spite him. Instead, I grabbed a pen and went to work finishing the drawings on my cast. After I was done, Ethan pulled my leg into his lap. I was so startled by the action that I didn’t even think to move it. He examined my drawings and said, “It’s interesting that you were right about both Cynthia and Andrew. You must have pretty good instincts. You’re wrong about angels, though.”
He took my pen and went to work on a drawing of his own. “The nephilim, which is what I am, are descendants of angels. We’re the strongest and fiercest of all supernatural
After a while, the door to the bathroom burst open without warning. I screamed bloody murder thinking that Andrew had come back, but it was just Ethan. Somehow he managed to look panicked, angry, embarrassed, and relieved all at the same time.
“What are you doing?” I screamed.
“Sorry!” he gasped. He tried to look away but he spun toward the mirror, which only gave him the reverse image of the same view. “Sorry!” He pinched his eyes shut and stumbled out into the hall. “You didn’t come outside, and you didn’t answer when I called your name. I was worried. Sorry. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”
So much for my peaceful morning.
Ethan was pacing the living room when I finally hobbled down the stairs. He’d gotten over his relief and embarrassment, and pretty much just looked angry now. “School started fifteen minutes ago,” he said. “Were you planning on getting there before lunch?”
“Actually, I wasn’t planning on getting there at all.”
“You’re just going to skip? Don’t you think your father will—”
“I was attacked by a freaking vampire last night!” I exploded. “My best friend is a werewolf! I have my very own guardian angel who hates my freaking guts, and to top it all off I saw Caleb Layton naked! I think I deserve a day off!”
Ethan thought about it a minute and then sighed. “That’s probably best. It’ll give us the weekend to see if you’re going to crack up.”
I sunk down to the couch, glaring at Ethan, but he just shrugged. “The odds are a thousand to one against you. Doesn’t exactly inspire much hope.”
I reached for the remote, but Ethan pulled it out of my hand and sat down next to me. “We need to talk about this, Grace. I’ll try to answer any questions you have. I think the more you understand, the better chance you’ll have at accepting it.”
I snatched the remote back and turned on the TV. I had a million questions, but Ethan Dunn was the last person I was going to talk to. Ever again.
“Fine,” Ethan said with a sigh and sank back on the couch, preparing himself for a long morning of television.
I watched hours of home design shows just to torture Ethan, but oddly enough he actually seemed to enjoy them. I can’t tell you how much it annoyed me that we had something in common.
We sat in silence, watching HGTV until my cell phone rang around lunchtime. I looked at the caller ID but didn’t answer it. I knew Cynthia was probably really worried about me, but I knew she’d come over right after school no matter what and I really just needed a couple more hours to sort things out in my head.
When I let the call go to voicemail, Ethan finally broke our silence. “I don’t blame you for being mad at me.”
Mad at him? Try loathe him more than any other person on the planet.
“You went through a lot last night, Grace. You learned things humans aren’t supposed to know. If you won’t talk to me, fine, but don’t shut out Cynthia. You need her if you’re going to get through this.”
He was right, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. When I continued to ignore him, he got pissed and stomped off to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a couple of sandwiches. “Eat,” he commanded.
I didn’t, just to spite him. Instead, I grabbed a pen and went to work finishing the drawings on my cast. After I was done, Ethan pulled my leg into his lap. I was so startled by the action that I didn’t even think to move it. He examined my drawings and said, “It’s interesting that you were right about both Cynthia and Andrew. You must have pretty good instincts. You’re wrong about angels, though.”
He took my pen and went to work on a drawing of his own. “The nephilim, which is what I am, are descendants of angels. We’re the strongest and fiercest of all supernatural
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