Lucas shrugged. He really had no idea what they discussed besides the vampire coming for him. There would be more. And when they came Bennett would have to fight again. But Lucas knew it most likely had something to do with what Mother Estelle saw when she read him. Something had concerned her.
Kristin winked. “When I was a kid, I used to make up stories about the stars. Before we moved here. You remember Tasha, Owen,” Kristin murmured.
Lucas smiled at her attempt to change the subject and put him at ease.
It was just starting to get dark and they all seemed to be waiting for the clan members to start showing up.
“Yeah, I remember her. She was human. Great at telling stories, though. Wonder whatever happened to her.” Owen sat at the small patio table with Gabriel.
“She used to help me make up stuff about what kind of life people would be living on a star.” Kristin chuckled. “We even wrote them down. I think she ended up with a whole shelf of those stories in her bedroom.”
“Are they still there?” Lucas asked her.
“What?” Kristin said
“The stories. Does she still have them?”
“I don’t know. We had to move here, and I lost touch with her. Maybe they’re still on that shelf.”
Maybe he wasn’t the only one with a sad story.
Lucas thought about Shawn and the last time he had seen him. Shawn always loved it when Lucas played some of his songs. He supposed that was a lot like Kristin listening to her friend tell stories about the stars. He regretted so much about that day. He should have demanded Shawn stay at his house. Maybe he would have listened.
Then again, if things hadn’t happened the way they did then he wouldn’t have met Bennett. It might make him an asshole, but he wouldn’t exchange meeting Bennett for anything, not even his friend.
“What about that star?” Kristin pointed up at one of the stars. “What do you think is happening there?”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at this game.”
“I think it’s like that movie where the adults in the town take away the music.”
“My best friend used to love it when I played music,” he blurted out and immediately regretted mentioning Shawn. Nothing good could come of talking about that night.
“What happened?”
Lucas sighed. He brought it up, he couldn’t very well not talk about it now. “The vampires killed him. I tried to save him, but I think it might have been too late.”
“What was his name?”
“Shawn,” Lucas whispered.
“Maybe he’s on one of those stars. If he is, what would he be doing?”
“Listening to me play the guitar.” Lucas smiled. “He was the best audience in the world.”
“Wait. You can play the guitar?” Ladon asked.
“A bit.”
“Ladon, go get your guitar,” Kristin demanded.
“You mean the one I got for Christmas but have no idea how to play. That guitar.” Ladon stood up and went back inside.
“You’ll play for us, right?”
Lucas shrugged. “Sure. I guess.”
“We are a non-musical family,” Kristin said.
