Page 278 of Midnights
He glances over his shoulder, and his expression softens just enough to temper the storm building in my chest.
“I'll meet you for dinner.”
I stop dead in my tracks.
“Dinner?” Disbelief cuts through my frustration. “That’s all you’re giving me?”
Cam finally pauses, turns to face me. His eyes lock onto mine and I know I'm not going to be happy about his answer.
“Rae, I need some time to sort this out.” His voice is careful. “Hopefully, by dinner, I’ll have answers for you.”
He doesn’t wait for my response. He doesn’t explain anything, he doesn’t even glance back. Just turns and walks away.
And for the hundredth time since stepping into this place, I’m left standing here, utterly pissed off, with more questions than answers. Only this time I’m soaking wet and freezing.Living the dream.
Unbelievable.
My clothes cling to me like a second skin, and I can feel the cold settling into my bones by the second, now that the adrenaline is fading. My frustration is tangled with the lingering shock of Cam’s sudden revelation.
My grandparents knew.
“Cam!” My voice rips through the clearing, but he doesn’t stop.
He’s already gone.
I shake my head, muttering a stream of curses under my breath as I pace the clearing.
A twig snaps in the distance that's faint at first, but then I hear it again.
I freeze, scanning the trees, and there's nothing.
I hear whispering, and they're growing louder, slithering against my skin like a breath at the back of my neck.
Movement catches in the corner of my eye, and I see a shadow slipping between the trees.
“Hello?” My voice wavers, and I curse myself. I clear my throat, trying again.
“Helllooo…”
Snap.
My heart hammers so hard it almost drowns out the wind when I spin around.
Tyler.
Motherfucker.
“Hey beautiful.” He flashes me that grin, like he didn’t just almost send me into cardiac arrest.
I try to breathe, pressing a hand to my chest like that’ll stop my heart from trying to escape. “Tyler!” I snap. “Are you trying to get struck by lightning, too?”
His brows shoot up and amusement flashes across his face. “You didn’t!” He looks over my shoulder, and laughs. “Is he… alive?”
I punch his arm as hard as I can, and holy shit that hurt. “Not funny.”
“I mean… it’s kinda funny.”
“He’s fine by the way. Completely fine, actually. Annoyingly fine.”
