lawyers came in. It was self-defense; they’re not charging her. Naked in this snow, they figure he was some sort of psychopath.”
“But he wasn’t. He was… what was he, exactly?” I ask.
Lucas stops and drops his coat on an end table. It slides off and onto the floor. “I don’t know. It’s not normally like that.” He pauses and watches as Ella slowly crosses the room, lowering herself into a chair as if she’s in some sort of daze. He swallows hard and shakes his head. “You remember the one I hit with the car? They usually just turn into shadows, and… they’re gone.”
“Not this one,” Ella says thickly. “Apparently.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I say, rising and crossing the room. I sit on the coffee table across from her chair. “Ella, he would have killed—”
“I know,” Ella says, smiling weakly. “Pageant training—I’m collected under pressure.” She laughs a little, but it dies in seconds. “I just wasn’t prepared to see a body. I’m not sorry, and I don’t feel guilty, exactly—he would have killed Lucas, then come for you. I just… I just wasn’t prepared. That’s all.” She reaches forward and takes my hand in hers. I almost wince, her fingers are so cold. “Don’t worry,” she says. “We didn’t tell the cops about you. So… no one’s going to come and take you back to Atlanta. You’re safe here.”
I exhale. I hadn’t really thought of that—a foolish oversight, I now realize—and I’m relieved to hear Ella and Lucas did. “Thank you,” I say. “That sounds stupid, it’s not enough—”
“It’s plenty,” Ella says gently. “Besides, if you’re as much like me as I think, you’d just leave again looking for answers.”
“Though I’m beginning to think there
“So what is she, then?” I ask.
Lucas shrugs. “Scared. She could have killed me, but I got the impression she was afraid to do so. As if she didn’t want to cause a scene—she just wanted to take your boy and go….” Lucas drifts off, as if he doesn’t want to say something aloud. I keep my eyes on him, hard. He inhales. “The black wolf. I saw him before he changed. It’s Larson Davies.”
Ella’s eyes jump up, horror etched across her face. She shakes her head and grabs the arms of the couch as if they’ll hold her to the earth. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Lucas says, then turns to me. “And the other was the boy from the photo. Which means…”
I finally allow myself not only to think it, but to say it aloud. “She’s turning boys into wolves. She’ll turn Kai into a wolf.”
It doesn’t sound like my voice—it can’t be my voice. I wouldn’t say something like that, because it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t possibly be true.
“She hasn’t changed him yet, or she’d have used him today.
“A witch,” Ella suggests.
“I don’t know about witches,” Lucas answers, as if the idea might be a little childish.
“She magically controls the weather. She turns boys into wolves and back again. She keeps them from aging for decades—that red-haired boy should have been ancient. What do you call that?” Ella asks him.
“Fucked up.”
Ella half laughs, with an expression that looks strained. Lucas rises, sits on the arm of the chair, and pulls her head to his chest. I see him shiver against her wet hair, but he doesn’t move away; he lowers his chin and kisses the top of her head. After a long silence, Ella speaks.
“It doesn’t matter what she is. They’re gone. He’s gone.” I look at her, alarmed—not so much at the brutality, but that the words are coming from Ella’s mouth. Romantic, hopeful Ella. Even Lucas looks surprised as she continues. “I’m not saying you should just give up, Ginny. But I looked for my best friend for years. I devoted my life to it. It changed me, it made me hard, it made me bitter. Lucas came along and helped me make sense of myself again but… after all that, I still didn’t get her back.”
“But that’s because she was dead.”
“Exactly. You want to know what Lucas found of Millie? An elbow. That’s it. Monsters don’t give back the things they take, Ella,” she says. “Kai went with her—maybe it’s what he wanted.”
“That’s not like him—”
“I know, I know,” Ella says, shaking her head as if she’s disappointing even herself. “I’m just saying, Ginny, you can’t let the monsters take you, too.” There are tears in the corners of her eyes, and I see she’s gripping Lucas’ hand tightly. I think about the gun, the strength on her face when she shot at the wolf, the fury. How impressive it seemed—and how fleeting. Is that how she lived during the years before she found Lucas? Angry and strong, powerful yet broken?
I’m not sure I can do that.
“Maybe,” I whisper, but as the words leave my lips I think of Kai. Old Kai, Kai who kissed me on the rooftop, Kai who sang songs with me across the courtyard through our open windows. Kai who I love. Kai who I want back.
Kai who walked away from me.
My chest aches as if someone is pressing down on it.
“Come on, Ginny,” Ella says, sniffling as she stands up.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Your jeans are still soaked. They’ll take forever to dry. I can lend you something in the meantime.”
“I brought other clothes,” I say, though it occurs to me that the single change of clothes in my bag is dirty. Based on her reaction to me cooking, I shudder to think at how Ella would respond to me using their washing machine.
“Please,” she says, voice rocky. “I need a distraction. You need a distraction. And shopping is a distraction.”
“We’re shopping?”
“Please.”
Ella now looks broken, so I nod. We walk upstairs, through the master bedroom, and into Ella’s closet—it’s enormous, as expected, with track lighting and cedar shelves. She opens up a closet and pulls a few articles of clothing out, laying them over my hands. I can practically see the stress rolling off her, the memory of the man in the snow temporarily masked.
“Okay. Okay,” she says, swallowing hard as if this is a task that requires a lot of focus—and to be honest, it probably does take a degree of concentration to think about dresses instead of shooting a werewolf. “I’ve been meaning to get rid of things. You’re about my size—maybe a little shorter, but you can always get it hemmed,” Ella mumbles, yanking a top off a hanger and studying it.
I frown. “Are you giving me these?” I ask. Ella nods. “Wait, no. I mean… where would I even go in these?” I ask, though I confess, I badly want to try on the lavender dress she’s holding up against herself.
“Wherever you want,” Ella says. “Do you go to concerts? Or prom, maybe… though prom at my high school sucked. Was it decent at yours?” I look down. I wouldn’t know if prom sucks; Kai and I never went to dances, opting to go bowling or to the movies instead. I don’t like to think about what I’ll do if he doesn’t come back….
“You know,” Ella says, studying me, “you can stay here till the snow clears. Or a little longer, if you need. Lucas keeps watch; he knows when they’re in the area.”
I open my mouth to argue, but the words refuse to leave my throat. Kai walked away; Kai might not love me enough after all. But Ella and Lucas? They want me. They have everything I wanted with Kai. I lost one family when Kai left; how stupid would I be to leave another?
Ella walks across the closet to shelves that contain more shoes than I’ve seen outside a department store. They’re all sorts of colors, with pearls and gems and strange fabrics and sky-high heels.
“These you definitely shouldn’t give me. I don’t wear heels,” I warn her.
“Then you should learn,” Ella says, dropping a pair of cherry leather heels into my arms. “I’ll teach
