Part 17
Ara drove around in a confused daze, still trying to digest the fact that Trey Blackthorn was her soulmate. She just couldn't get it into her head. It was bad enough as it was...her entire life was getting more complicated by the minute. And on top of it all, what had Yanna been doing driving out that estate? She had freaked after the soulmate thing and never got round to sneaking inside. By the time she had stopped driving aimlessly and gone back to the safehouse school was over. Yanna wasn't at home, and neither was her car. Sivan was in the kitchen.
"What happened to you? You look like you've just seen a ghost." His tone was amused. "Did you do it?"
"No. I got distracted. Trey Blackthorn is my soulmate!" She leaned back against the kitchen counter, shaking her head. "Are there cookies anywhere? Cookies would be good right now."
Sivan eyed her doubtfully, opening a cupboard and tossing her a packet. "How? He's dead."
"Apparently not. I followed Yanna this morning to some estate about two hours drive from here. I was looking for a back way in when Trey came out. I thought he was Malachite. We fought and found out we were soulmates. I freaked and ran."
"So you don't know what happened to Yanna."
Ara shook her head, munching her cookies. "I was just so thrown off balance. I just - " She trailed off and shook her head.
"What's going on?" Lina came in the back door, looking from Ara to Sivan.
Ara sighed. She was going to get it in the neck for trying to kill Yanna. She had wanted the girl dead to make Malachite hurt like he'd hurt her. Now Yanna might be in danger - or worse - and she didn't feel good about it. "Something bad might have happened to Yanna."
"Like *that* would be a major loss," Lina snorted. Ara was confused, but told Lina what happened. Lina just shrugged carelessly. "You wanted revenge on Malachite. Yanna dead would be just that."
"*She's* in on it?" Sivan asked, looking at Lina with surprise.
Lina shrugged again. "I hate that bastard. Soulmate or no, doesn't change the fact that he's a jerk."
Ara smiled for the first time that afternoon. She was liking Lina more and more.
"Isn't it nice to know who your friends are," a cold voice cut into their conversation.
Malachite stood in the kitchen doorway, glaring at them. Ara just looked evenly back at him.
"You never had any friends here anyway," Lina snorted. "All you had was Yanna who ran off this morning and hasn't been seen since. We don't know if she's dead or alive. Even if she is, neither of you are welcome here anymore. Pack your bags and go. Get the hell out of here."
Malachite's laugh was dry. "Some Daybreakers," he snorted and stalked off.
Ara had won. She'd forced Malachite and his soulmate out the safehouse. She should have felt some satisfaction. But for some reason she couldn't work out why, she felt absolutely nothing.
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Ara drove around in a confused daze, still trying to digest the fact that Trey Blackthorn was her soulmate. She just couldn't get it into her head. It was bad enough as it was...her entire life was getting more complicated by the minute. And on top of it all, what had Yanna been doing driving out that estate? She had freaked after the soulmate thing and never got round to sneaking inside. By the time she had stopped driving aimlessly and gone back to the safehouse school was over. Yanna wasn't at home, and neither was her car. Sivan was in the kitchen.
"What happened to you? You look like you've just seen a ghost." His tone was amused. "Did you do it?"
"No. I got distracted. Trey Blackthorn is my soulmate!" She leaned back against the kitchen counter, shaking her head. "Are there cookies anywhere? Cookies would be good right now."
Sivan eyed her doubtfully, opening a cupboard and tossing her a packet. "How? He's dead."
"Apparently not. I followed Yanna this morning to some estate about two hours drive from here. I was looking for a back way in when Trey came out. I thought he was Malachite. We fought and found out we were soulmates. I freaked and ran."
"So you don't know what happened to Yanna."
Ara shook her head, munching her cookies. "I was just so thrown off balance. I just - " She trailed off and shook her head.
"What's going on?" Lina came in the back door, looking from Ara to Sivan.
Ara sighed. She was going to get it in the neck for trying to kill Yanna. She had wanted the girl dead to make Malachite hurt like he'd hurt her. Now Yanna might be in danger - or worse - and she didn't feel good about it. "Something bad might have happened to Yanna."
"Like *that* would be a major loss," Lina snorted. Ara was confused, but told Lina what happened. Lina just shrugged carelessly. "You wanted revenge on Malachite. Yanna dead would be just that."
"*She's* in on it?" Sivan asked, looking at Lina with surprise.
Lina shrugged again. "I hate that bastard. Soulmate or no, doesn't change the fact that he's a jerk."
Ara smiled for the first time that afternoon. She was liking Lina more and more.
"Isn't it nice to know who your friends are," a cold voice cut into their conversation.
Malachite stood in the kitchen doorway, glaring at them. Ara just looked evenly back at him.
"You never had any friends here anyway," Lina snorted. "All you had was Yanna who ran off this morning and hasn't been seen since. We don't know if she's dead or alive. Even if she is, neither of you are welcome here anymore. Pack your bags and go. Get the hell out of here."
Malachite's laugh was dry. "Some Daybreakers," he snorted and stalked off.
Ara had won. She'd forced Malachite and his soulmate out the safehouse. She should have felt some satisfaction. But for some reason she couldn't work out why, she felt absolutely nothing.
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