“She’s only a vampire.” Una’s crazy grin worries me, and the fact that she’s not afraid.
“And not a very friendly one.” I grab the notebook with every intent on returning it – anonymously. But the temptation to peek inside is greater. I flip it open before I talk myself out of it. Una is eager to see, as well. “Did you read it?”
“I waited for you.” Una’s eyes are wide as she grabs the notebook from me, “It’s in some sort of code.” She hands the book back to me to look at.
I place it on my desk and flip through. The entire thing is full of symbols. “Could it be for class?”
“Nope.” Una flips a few more pages. She drops the book as her hand flies over her mouth. She fumbles backward and hits into her armoire, winning the best actor award for the drama queen. “That’s his name.” She stutters.
I try to find the page she had flipped to, “Whose name?”
“The kid. The last one murdered.” Una’s voice trembles as she holds on to the bedpost.
“Maybe she was reporting on it? She could have written it after.” I flip through the book frantically, trying to find other names from the symbols. “Who else? Was murdered?” I wave my hand to her to tell me quickly as I read each line.
“Uh...Uh...Marty Sampson. He was the first.” Una rubs her temple as if it’s hard for her to remember.
“Who else?” I look up from the book, and Una’s eyes are twitching. “Are you alright?”
She sits on the chair at her desk, “I found him. Coming home from a date last spring. I remember the smell of mud. The smell of his blood was masked by it.”
“I didn’t know.” I reach my hand over and place it on hers, it’s cold and clammy. I start to feel drowsy, and when I close my eyes, I see him too. He’s struggling and knows the person trying to kill him.
Una yanks her hand away from mine as she stands up, “I’d rather not talk about this.”
I close the notebook and push it to the back of the desk. “We don’t have to. I’ll make sure Alexandra finds this.”
“You’re a good friend. Even if you don’t think so.”
I manage a smirk and reach down to pick up the letter from my garbage, while her back is turned. Still the same words. I stuff it in my bookbag with the notebook, which I didn’t have a plan for yet. Maybe the next time I visit their den, I’d leave it somewhere – after I make a copy of it.
“What are you going to do about Hazen?” Una was sitting on her bed now and had one of her school books on her lap.
I swivel in my chair so that I’m facing her. “I’m going to talk to him alone.”
“Maybe I should come.” Una practically falls off her bed, trying to get on her feet fast enough. She thrives on this shit.
“No, I need to do this. I don’t think I’ll get an honest answer out of him, if it’s not just us.” I could tell that hurt her feelings, but I had to do this my way.
“What will you ask him?”
“Why is he here? How does he know Clark?” I shut my mouth before I say something that blows my cover.
“Maybe his clan sent him here.”
“He’s a mutt like me. Someone had to pull strings?” Someone needs to shut me up. I still haven’t come up with a good reason for why I’m here – and Una’s never asked.
Una is quiet, which makes me nervous. Her lips are drawn together as if she has a secret that she’s desperately trying to keep. I study her face, and wait for her to say whatever it is, she’s debating on telling me inside her head.
“He’s not a mutt. He’s a full-blood.” Her lips burst open, and the words tumble out fast and steady.
“What do you mean a full-blood?” My knuckles are white from gripping the chair handles. My knees and body weak, and I feel like I’m about to hit the floor.
“I thought you knew.” Una rushes to my side and kneels beside me. “You don’t look well.”
“No, He’s a mutt. Like me.” The words barely make it out of my mouth as the room spins around me.
Una’s eyebrows fall, and her mouth opens, she sputters out some words, but they don’t make any sense. Then the room stops spinning, and the only thing I see is her lips moving as she says, “He’s full-blood fae.”
Chapter 12
I race down the stairs, following his scent with my nose. How dare he lie to me all these years? Tears fight hard to fall, but I push them all back inside. I’ve cried enough for him, now he’d answer whatever I ask him.
I turn into the hunter I was bred to be. His scent salivates on my tongue, and the rage swelling in my veins means I’m near. He’d know that I was close. I zone out on everything but him. My stride picks up when his scent grows cold. He knows I’m looking for him and he’s hiding.
“I’m coming for you,” I whisper under my breath. Hazen helped me hunt his kind. I shake my head as images from the past flood through my mind and I head to the male dorms. I pick up on his scent just as a large brick building comes into view. There are five floors in the tutor style mansion. There are supernaturals playing soccer on the front lawn. Instead of on the grass, they play in the air, and body check each other hard– even if they don’t have the ball.
I scan the crowd to see if I can find him. His scent fades, but he’s here somewhere. I look up from the ground, to see that some dorms have their window’s open. I jog up
