Page 239 of The Blairville Legacies

The idea that she'd tear me apart as soon as Grace left made me grin.

“I thought about going too, but I don't know.” Grace played with her dark painted nails. She had her cocoa-colored corkscrew curls tied back with an orange ribbon to match the waiters' diner uniform.

I grinned broadly at her.

“I think you all need to have a bit more fun.” Because what was student life without parties? “I couldn't spend all my time studying and working only to get up the next day and do the same thing.”

“I know what you mean...” Grace sighed, as if she really wanted to think about it again. “Julie always doesn't want to.”

Julie was even quieter than Bay, which made it harder to judge her. On the one hand, she was not really talkative and super shy, but then she had this mysterious internet boyfriend she didn't even know in person and who was walking around campus somewhere without even knowing she was there.

If I'd been Julie, I'd have grabbed the guy long ago, because judging by what I had read on her cell phone, they got onreally well.

I didn't see myself as capable of having a relationship. Not just because I had failed seven times, but because I was simply attracting the wrong kind of men. Over and over again. Drug dealers, wannabe machos who preferred to cheat, and men who treated women like objects. Over time, I had realized that maybeIwasn't the type for long-term relationships.

I needed excitement and adrenaline.

“Attention! Dear Blairville residents. Due to the worsening weather conditions, we ask that you please drive home carefullyand lock all doors and windows,” Joe Bexley's voice rang out and as I looked up at the TV, I recognized the man who actually shared similarities with Jenny and Penny. “We also recommend you to park your cars in the garages and bring loose items from the gardens into the house.” He smiled with pity. “Stay safe.” Then he disappeared and the Vancouver football game faded back in.

I looked out the window, outside the diner, where only one table was occupied.

A raven, its feathers fluffed up by the wind, nabbed a bag of fries from one of the unoccupied tables and flew off triumphantly. Three more ravens followed, apparently not liking that their friend wasn't sharing with them.

Somewhere in the distance, an empty trash can flew across the sidewalk and took another one with it, narrowly missing a grandma with her rollator.

I looked back at Grace, who was looking at the clock on the wall, exhausted.

I tried to remember the conversation we'd just had.

“You can come with us...” I offered.

She looked at me as if she was actually thinking about it.

“Grace! I need your help at table seven,” Ezra called out, and Grace stood up in a flash.

“I'll think about it,” she said before turning away from us and disappearing across the freshly mopped diner floor.

“What the hell?! Larissa!”I looked at Bay, who was gesticulating wildly with her hands in the air. “I saidno. Why are you putting me in a situation like this?”

“Because you're going to that damn Halloween party with your best friend and have some fun.”

I looked at her with encouragement.

She glanced annoyed out the window into the parking lot, where a couple of guys were smoking with a girl who looked a lot like Mia. They all looked very young, maybe just fifteen.

Bayla watched them for a while, then turned back to me.

“Larissa, I think your idea isabsolutely insane. Especially in this weather. Didn't you hear what Joe said? And besides, there's akillerout there!”

“You haven't even listened to my idea yet.”

“It's enough for me to know that it has something to do with the DeLoughreys and their mansion.”

Bayla sounded annoyed.

Had I overdone it with the party?

“Why are you suddenly so obsessed with this family? Ever since that guy had spoken to you, something's been different.”

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