Page 14 of Wraith
Time ticked slowly by. She didn’t dare open her eyes because a part of her didn’t want to know.
Tick—tock.
Tick…
A sharp knock on the window made her jerk around to see Liam standing by the Rubicon. After rubbing her eyes, she looked where the van was and noticed it was now sinking beneath the lake water. She pushed opened the door and dove into Liam’s chest. She clung to him tightly then stepped back and smacked him on the arm.
“What was that for?” Liam asked.
“I thought you were in there!”
Liam smirked. “Were you worried for my safety, Blackbird?”
Grumbling under her breath she walked around the Rubicon and climbed in beside Doc. “Just get in and drive.”
“Come on, Blackbird. No need to get testy. I’m sorry I scared you.”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”
The rest of the trip happened in relative silence until Amelia turned on the radio. The moment she did,Twistedby Keith Sweat filled the speakers. Groaning, she changed the station and to her horror, it was playing Tweet’sOops, Oh My.
What is happening right now?
“Something wrong?” Liam asked. There was an air of teasing in his voice.
“You know what’s wrong!”
“What am I? A mind reader? It’s obvious those songs bother you and I don’t know why.”
Amelia glared at him. “I know you’re white but seriously, you have to know what Keith Sweat sings about.”
“I’m assuming Keith Sweat was the first singer.”
“Yes.”
“Well, we’re both adults, Amelia. I’m thinking we can both listen to a dirty song without you throwing yourself into my arms.”
“Stop talking.” Amelia growled. “Stop talking, right now.”
Liam laughed.
Again, she pressed the button, searching for a station that wasn’t playing freak me music. Finally, she found a country station doing a George Strait marathon. Though Country wasn’t her jam, it was safer than the others.
They made it to their destination and almost instantly the door to the house opened. Doc became antsy, wanting to get out of the jeep so Amelia quickly alighted. The wolf darted by her and disappeared into the bushes to the right.
“Doc! Come back!” Amelia hollered, turning to go after him.
“Let him go,” Liam advised. “How’d you like some guy running after you when you’re trying to go to the bathroom?”
“Wraith!” The woman at the door cheered. “Aren’t we a sight for sore eyes?”
I bet he is.
Liam hurried over to her, lifted and spun her before setting her back on the ground. Amelia wanted to throw up.
“I wish this was a social visit, Lili, but I need your help.”
“Who is your friend? Your very pretty friend.”
