For the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting the first three chapters of Legacy of Ghosts in tiny, blog sized nuggets, hopefully a bit a day.
If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can read them here.
This contains spoilers. If you haven’t read Shades of Gray, proceed at your own risk
Given his mood, she was certain the conversation would be unpleasant. However, a question remained. “So, who is he, anyway?”
“Loren? He lives about a mile down the beach and keeps an eye on things while I’m gone. As you’ve no doubt noticed, he’s not the smartest, but he’s useful now and again.” A deep scowl settled over his features. “However, he’s more than failed me this time. As if this little mess wasn’t enough, he didn’t bother to take care of the house. The yard especially. I should have known better. He’s afraid of lawnmowers, but he did promise he could handle it.”
That struck her as an odd statement on many levels. “Why’s he afraid of lawnmowers?”
Some of Jorick’s anger seemed to evaporate. “That’s how his brother was killed. They tied him down and ran a lawnmower over him.”
She shuddered involuntarily, a look of horror on her face. “Who’s ‘they’?”
But, before Jorick could reply, the front door opened and Loren reappeared.
“Good,” Jorick barked. “We’ll take them-” he paused uncertainly, then charged on ahead. “-Somewhere, and then we can stop at the store.” He looked at Katelina and his voice softened. “I’ll get you some food and some warmer clothes. This house is a bit drafty.”
“That’s an understatement,” she mumbled. “And how about some milk?”
“Right,” Jorick answered. “Milk. Loren, go find some paper and a pen so Katelina can make a list.”
Loren looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it, and ducked into the dining room. He reappeared with a yellow tablet and an ink pen and, while the males hefted the sleeping girls onto their shoulders, Katelina dashed out a shopping list. When she finished, she traded it to Jorick for a quick kiss and watched as they headed outside to the waiting car. They unceremoniously deposited the girls in the backseat. Then, with a wave, the vampires climbed in and the car disappeared down the driveway.
Katelina shut the door and leaned against it, still dazed. Of all the mornings she’d imagined, this wasn’t one of them.