Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Vespar just texted me. He and Giuseppa are heading to the river,” Kellan commented as a bell rang. The doors burst open, and all our classmates streamed into the hallway.
I always forgot the last period was a short period during our last week.
“Decision made.” Kellan grunted and grabbed my bag for me. As he threw it over his shoulder and stood upright, I watched as all the students move around us. Matt was one of the few that braved an encounter with us. He was the top of his food chain so he felt it was his duty. I understood that, but the truth was, no one would dare stand against Kellan. And if not Kellan, then Vespar was just as formidable.
The Braden siblings were famous in our little community of Poehler, but not really known—by anyone.
When I caught the wolfish looks from some girls on the yearbook committee, I taunted, “Leah still hasn’t gotten her clutches in you? I’m surprised, brother dearie. She’s been giving you the look since last summer.”
Kellan rubbed his jaw, but his eyes were intent on me. He ran a brisk hand over his head. “She’s got nothing new that I want. I’ve been inside of her too many times. I’m getting tired of it.”
My eyebrows arched at that, and I whistled. “What happened to ‘never kiss and tell’? I didn’t think you were the type.” But Kellan was the type. He didn’t give a damn, not when it was over. He’d spew anything I wanted to hear, and he’d only spew it to me.
Kellan shrugged. “Let’s go. We’ve got only a few hours before the sun’s gone.”
I sighed. I loved the summer. I loved the water. But I also knew what my siblings would do when the sun went down. And I wasn’t really up for that. Besides…my fingers were itching to feel the painter’s brush between them. And I had a tingle in my back. I always knew to heed that tingle when it came on.
“I’m gonna opt out. I’ve got things to do.” I tried for casual, but Kellan shot me a dark look. I waited, tensely, for him to question my decision. I’d tell him if it came to it, but my time in the painting studio had been my private time up to now…
“Okay.”
Relieved, I stood there as Kellan raked one more scrutinizing look over me before he turned and left. It was remarkable to watch everyone instinctively move aside for him. And it wasn’t because of his rakish good looks. Although that helped. Kellan, Giuseppa, and Vespar were all tall with the blond good looks they inherited from our mother.
Not me. I stood a couple of inches below them with black as night hair that teased just below my shoulder blades. Giuseppa had a long mane of golden tendrils. They were just wavy enough to give her a whole goddess look. Not my hair. It was straight black, but it seemed to sparkle underneath the right light. Kellan always said that it seemed to lure the guys.
It seemed to have lured Matt Rettley in, but Kellan was right. I hadn’t met a guy that I couldn’t handle. It was just if I chose to handle them or not. It drove Kellan crazy. Not Vespar. He just sniffed and marched the other way. Secretly, I wondered if Vespar was a little jealous of my closeness with Kellan. But then again, Vespar and Giuseppa had formed their own clique.
That was us, the Bradens. Gorgeous, mysterious, and a little dysfunctional.
And as I turned to head toward the art studio, I wasn’t immune to how the same students moved for me, too.
“You’ve come to grace the studio walls?” My art teacher, Mrs. Ullen, smiled as she swept open the door.
I stepped inside and took in the new paintings that decorated the art room.
“They’re nice. Whose are they?” A student did each painting. I recognized a few handiworks. Some were roughly outlined while others were given a detailed swoosh of the hand. The paintings were of animals, sports, and even balloons. I perused each of them as Mrs. Ullen waited in silence. She walked beside me, her arms crossed over her chest, wearing a billowy dress that dwarfed her tiny frame.
I paused at the end of the room when I saw a handful of paintings hung. Each of them was bold, dark, and encased a chilling image of a demon. Each black form had two red eyes that sent shivers down my spine. I almost felt the fire that was reflected from the demon’s hell. And the very last one took my breath away. It was the same demon, but this time a slight slant had been given to the eyes so that it looked… My eyes widened as I realized the implication. I turned sharply and rasped out, “Who did these?”