My list is pretty much non-existent. I have my parents, my brother and Helsgard. I wonder how long before they ca-
My phone rings.
No freaking way.
Nearly breaking my neck with speed, I run into the bedroom and grab my phone, and press the answer button.
“Everlee? Everlee? Are you ok?”
“Yes. Yes, I'm-”
“Stop. Don’t tell me where you are.”
Because the phones are being monitored.
“I was only going to say I’m fine. I guess you’ve heard the rumors?”
“It’s true?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if you killed a man?”
“Wait, what?”
“Last night, you revealed you’re a true fae, created a light ball, and killed a man.”
“Not quite. I don’t know I’m a true fae. No one died, but a light ball did form in my hands.”
“So you didn’t shoot it at anyone?”
“Shoot it? No.”
“They’re saying you killed someone. The courts of Helsgard are looking for you.”
“Convenient.” I mark them off the list. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I know baby,” I can hear the break in her voice. “Your father and I are going to figure out something for you. Until then, just stay where you are.”
I look around and groan.
“Where ever you are is better than a laboratory or the dungeons of Helsgard. I have to go. I’ll be in touch soon. I love you.” She hangs up before I can respond.
For good measure, I mark my parents off my list. I stare at the one name, despair seeping its way in, and start pounding my fist repeatedly on the floor, screaming out.
“Ow!” Pain radiates up my wrist. A small piece of the wooden floor breaks off and is sticking out of my hand. “Son of a bitch, that hurts.” I grab the little wooden shard with my fingers and pull it out slowly, then toss it to the ground.
Cans clank, and a cat shrills outside, grabbing my attention. Grabbing my chest as if that can slow my racing heart, I run over to look out of the window and see a bulldog running around, snapping at the cats, who are trying to get out of his way. I bang on the window, and the dog looks up at me for a second, then goes after the cats.
“Leave them alone!” I yell through the window. “Oh, no!” The bulldog has its sights set on the little kitten, whose tail is tucked between its hunched legs. “Stop! Stop!”
The bulldog's teeth are pulled back over his gums as he inches forward, step by step.
“No!” I bang on the glass, but this time he doesn’t look up.
He lunges at the kitten, who jumps backwards, barely escaping.
“Screw it.”
