Awry (7 page)

Heather looked dead serious. “It’s never too early to plan an outfit.” She emphatically added, “Never.”

“Whatever.” Scarlet squinted at the shoe ad. “But those pink heels aren’t really good carnival shoes. They look too uncomfortable. And high.”

“They’re pink. They’re pretty.” Heather shrugged. “They’re perfect.”

Scarlet shook her head with a smile. “Whatever.”

“Laura would agree with me.” Heather turned the page.

Laura Walker was Scarlet’s legal guardian. With her long, red hair and sexy taste in fashion, Laura was one of the most beautiful women in Avalon, Georgia. And also one of the wealthiest.

She worked for an international company doing procurement of some sort and had taken Scarlet in happily. The two of them were like sisters.

Heather ran a finger down the glossy page before her. “Does Laura know about you?”

Scarlet shut her magazine and looked up with wide eyes. “No. And you can’t tell her. You can’t tell anyone.”

Heather looked up and frowned. “Why don’t you want Laura to know?”

“Because she’s my foster parent and she doesn’t have to keep me. If I start talking about curses and eternal life, Laura could turn me over to the state, or have me committed or something.”

Heather scrunched her nose. “You think Laura would really do that?”

“I don’t know.” Scarlet briefly envisioned what her life would be like if Laura rejected her. “But I’m not willing to risk it.”

Heather nodded and turned another page. “My lips are sealed. Where is Laura, anyway?”

“She’s still in Europe for work. She gets back…” Scarlet looked at the calendar on the wall, “in eight days. Which means I have eight more days until I have to start acting normal again.” Scarlet looked back at her magazine. “Hopefully, we can find the fountain and this whole thing will be over.” She sighed. “The curse, the dying, the Ash guy—”

“Ash guy?” Heather’s hand froze mid-page-turn.

Scarlet made a face. “Did I not tell you about the bad guy?”

Heather’s eyes widened. “Uh….no. Ash guy? W-T-H?”

Scarlet’s palms started to sweat as she thought back to the night the Ash guy had come into her house. “Yeah, that’s what we called him because we didn’t know what he was. But he broke into my house while I was sleeping and tried to steal my memories with this Head Ghost brain thingy.”

Wow. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds dumb.

Head Ghosts were black market devices designed to pull memories from the brain. But they were dangerous. And the Ash guy from a few weeks ago had obtained not one, but two of these illegal devices. Both of which were now safely stored away by Nate.

“Are you kidding me?” Heather’s mouth fell open. “Some creep broke into your house? That’s so scary!”

“I know.” Scarlet nodded. “But Tristan was here, so he stabbed the guy and saved me.”

Heather dropped her head to the side. “Of course, he did.”

Scarlet started to argue. “Tristan was only here because he was in pain—”

“Sure.” Heather nodded. “Yeah, Tristan just ‘happens’ to be around whenever you need saving. That’s normal.”

Scarlet ignored her.

“I can’t believe someone broke into your home while you were sleeping.Your house isn’t safe, Scarlet. We’re going to stay at my house until Laura gets back. My parents won’t care and no Ash guys will be sneaking into my bedroom.” Heather shook her head. “I can’t believe there’s something out there that can steal memories. Why was the Ash guy after your memories in the first place?”

Scarlet blinked. “Because apparently I know where the fountain of youth is. I just can’t remember.”

“You know how to get to the place you need to go in order to break the curse that keeps killing you but…you can’t remember?” Heather shook her head. “That sucks.”

“I know.”

Heather tucked her lips in. “I’m sure your memory will come back. Maybe you just need to hit your head really hard or eat a lot of green vegetables—”

Scarlet gasped.

“What?” Heather looked around in alarm, her blond hair flying over her shoulder. “Is there another Ash guy here?”

“No.” Scarlet’s face broke into a smile. “But I have a great idea.”

12

Tristan could tell Scarlet was frustrated.

“Last time you came, you promised not to return with food. But here you are again. With food.” Scarlet moved aside as Tristan entered her hut. “You have to stop this.”

Tristan placed the sack of goods he’d brought on their small table and started unpacking them. “Why?” He smiled. “I like bringing you food.”

Scarlet sighed. “Because I feel indebted to you and I hate that.”

“Too bad.”

“I’m serious.” Scarlet put a hand on his wrist, halting his movement. “You have to stop bringing us food.”

Tristan shook his head and pointed to the sack. “This keeps you out of the woods. It keeps you alive.”

“It keeps me in your debt.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“But I do. And it’s a heavy burden to carry.” Scarlet bit her lip. “Please stop.”

Tristan looked at her for a moment. “My generosity is a burden?”

Scarlet nodded. “I can provide for myself and my mother without you. And I need to.”

Tristan shook his head. “I don’t want you to.”

Scarlet’s eyes hardened. “If you bring another sack of food, I swear I will let it rot in the sun.”

Looking at her carefully, Tristan realized she was telling the truth. “Fine.” He squared his jaw and stopped unpacking the sack. “Come with me, then.” He headed out the open front door.

“Come with you where?” Scarlet stayed inside the hut.

She was so stubborn.

Tristan turned around. “Without my gift of food, do you intend to hunt in the forest?”

“Of course.” Scarlet looked unmoved.

“Then you will hunt with me.”

“Ha!” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll do nothing of the sort. You want to teach me to hunt? You are a fool. I need no teacher.”

Tristan raised a brow as he walked back inside. “I don’t want to teach you. I want to accompany you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“From other thieves, maybe not. But from the earl?”

Scarlet shook her head. “The earl’s men do not bother the eastern woods.”

“But they will.” Tristan looked at her intently. “Because forest game is scarce, the earl is sending men out day after day to arrest thieves in his forest. His men will be in these woods within the month and you will be a moving target.”

“I am not afraid.”

“But I am.” Tristan glared at her. “Hunt with me. You will be safe that way.”

“Why?” Scarlet asked with hardness in her voice. “Because you are the earl’s son?”

Tristan froze.

Scarlet lifted her chin. “You are the son of an earl in the hut of a thief? Are you mad?” She stepped forward. “Why do you come to my door? Out of pity?”

Tristan was silent. He hadn’t deliberately kept his identity from her, but he hadn’t offered the information either. Primarily because he didn’t want his nobility to become an issue.

Which it now was.

“Of course not,” he said.

“Out of valiance? Because I can provide on my own.”

“I know you can,” Tristan said.

“They why do you come?” Scarlet curled her lip. “Why do you grace my humble home with your noble presence?”

“I come to keep you out of the woods. To keep you safe.”

“And what is it to you if I live or die? What is it to you the fate of a thief?”

Tristan rubbed the back of his neck trying to figure out how to calm down this fiery girl.

Scarlet waited. “You have no words, hunter?” She waved him away. “Go then.”

Tristan gave up and answered honestly. “I care if you live.” He paused. “And I fear the thought of you dying.”

He did not know the words were true until they left his mouth.

For a long moment, Scarlet stared at him without speaking. She walked up to him and tilted her chin toward his face.

Even with dirt on her cheek she was truly beautiful. Or maybe the smudge of dirt is whatmade her beautiful. Either way, his eyes were lost in hers and his stomach tightened at the sight of her young face lifted to his.

“Your concern is wasted on me. I am nothing.” Scarlet pointed to the door. “Do not return.”

13

After making his way downstairs, Gabriel walked past the living room and shivered as frigid morning air blew in from the giant hole in the wall where the windowpane used to be.

Cold December wind swirled around the cabin and followed Gabriel into the kitchen, where he pretended not to notice Tristan making coffee.

Opening the fridge, Gabriel stared inside. He wasn’t proud of their fight the night before, but he wasn’t going to apologize for it either.

Tristan said nothing.

Gabriel wasn’t going to saying anything either. He wasn’t.

A few moments of tension passed before Gabriel slammed the fridge closed and looked at his brother. “What the hell, man?”

Okay. Maybe he was going to say something.

Tristan turned around to face him.

Gabriel shrugged angrily. “Trying to kill yourself? What’s the matter with you?”

Tristan held a blue coffee mug in his hands and narrowed his eyes. “I was trying to save Scarlet.”

“Right. That’s noble or whatever, but couldn’t you have had a conversation with me first?”

Tristan put his mug down and crossed his arms. “Would you have helped me?”

“Would I have helped you kill yourself?” Gabriel made a face. “Hell, no.”

Tristan shrugged. “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Gabriel opened the fridge again and eyed the shelves of food mindlessly. “You’re an asshole.”

Tristan scoffed. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” He leaned against the counter. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t die if you knew it would save Scarlet.”

Gabriel slammed the fridge again and looked at his brother. “Would I die to save Scarlet? Sure. Would I do it without telling you? Never.”

“Bullshit.”

“I would tell you.” Gabriel was adamant.

Tristan shook his head with a tense jaw. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I—”

“Because I would never let you die.” Tristan uncrossed his arms and pointed at Gabriel with intense eyes. “I would tie your ass up and lock you in a cage before I’d let you leave this world without me.” He dropped his hand and lowered his voice. “And you would do the same for me. So don’t act like me telling you was even an option.”

They stared at each other in silence.

It didn’t matter how right Tristan was. Gabriel still felt betrayed by his brother’s attempted suicide. “You’re still an asshole.”

Tristan shrugged again.

“And what about Scarlet?” Gabriel turned his palms up.

“What about her?”

“She can feel you now?” Gabriel crossed his arms.

Tristan didn’t respond.

Narrowing his eyes, Gabriel said, “And she’s been able to feel you for the past few months. Which means something changed in her last life in the 80s.” His jaw tightened, as did his stomach. He didn’t want to ask. But he did. “What changed?”

Tristan didn’t answer.

“What happened, Tristan?” Gabriel felt his pulse rise. “Did you touch her? Did you get too close to her?”

Tristan kept his face expressionless, but his eyes flickered briefly.

Gabriel cursed. “You’re unbelievable.”

Tristan inhaled like he was bored. “It’s not what you think.”

“Really?” Gabriel snarled as the tension mounted again. “Because it sounds like my brother messed around with my girlfriend—”

“You guys weren’t even together—”

“It doesn’t matter!” Gabriel snapped. “You can’t touch her, Tristan! Your touch hurts her—”

“I know!” Tristan yelled. “I hurt her. I kill her. I’m the reason her life is miserable. I know.” A muscle flexed in his jaw. “You don’t need to remind me.”

Gabriel’s chest was burning with fury and fear. What had happened between Scarlet and Tristan? Did he even want to know?

Tristan’s eyes stayed steady on Gabriel.

No, Gabriel decided. He didn’t want to know.

But his gut churned with ideas.

Gabriel lowered his voice. “Stay away from her.”

Tristan’s eyes hardened.

“I’m serious,” Gabriel said. “I don’t want you near her.”

Tristan lifted his chin and quietly warned, “Careful, Gabe. You’re starting to sound a little possessive.”

Gabriel met Tristan’s hard stare unapologetically. “I hope so.” He lowered his voice. “A long time ago, you asked me to take care of Scarlet. You asked me to protect her. Remember that?”

Tristan blinked.

Stepping forward, Gabriel said, “How am I supposed to protect her when you keep putting her in danger? You touched her in her last life, you got her shot last night….” He shook his head, dumbfounded. “It’s like you want her to die.”

Gabriel knew Tristan would never wish any harm on Scarlet, but he needed Tristan to know how serious he was about keeping her safe. “You’re not her boyfriend, Tristan. You’re not even her friend.” He took a step back. “So just stay away from her.” He added, “And for God’s sake, keep your hands off her.”

A heavy moment saturated the space between them, filled only by the tick of the clock in the living room.

“Good morning.” Nate’s cheery voice rang into the kitchen and the brothers shifted away from one another. Because their bedrooms were next door to one another, Gabriel had heard Nate up all night playing video games—which was typical Nate behavior—yet he barely looked tired. He did, however, look ridiculous.

Wearing two sweatshirts, a scarf, and mittens, Nate looked like he was ready to go sledding.

He clasped his hands together. “Okay, new rule. No more fighting in the living room amidst the expensive furniture and breakable windows. I’d rather not let in any additional cold drafts, on the slight chance our immortality doesn’t extend to hypothermia.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Dude,” Nate said, tightening his scarf. “It’s freezing in here. We’re immortals, not snowmen. Oh, and also?” He looked at Tristan and shrugged. “No more sneaking away with deadly, immortal-killing weapons with the intention of, I dunno, dying.” Nate held up his mitten-clad hands. “Nobody approves.”