Part 6
She was up to something, Sheridan was certain of it. Monica wasn't one for giving up, no matter how many times he insulted her and told her to leave him the hell alone.
"Are you ever going to stop moping? It's getting really lame," his friend Max complained as Sheridan tossed books carelessly into his locker.
Sheridan's mood hadn't improved since Rose had done her vanishing act. His efforts to find her were going nowhere, and Monica's constant interruptions weren't helping."
"If your soulmate had gone AWOL then you'd be pretty pissed off too," he grumbled, slamming the locker shut.
Max's hazel eyes rolled in disgust. "Don't tell me you're going all sappy like those Daybreak losers."
Sheridan had had to hear this from Max and the rest of his so-called friends all week. None of them had experienced the soulmate connection, they moved from one girl to the next using her until they were bored. Up until Rose had come along, Sheridan had been the same. Long-term relationships had never appealed top him. A firm Night Worlder he had no interest in romantic crap like the soulmate principle.
Of course, the idiot who said that was usually struck by the connection. Fate had had it in for him - and had given him Rose He had known Rose was a Daybreaker, he had barely paid her any attention before, wouldn't have even given her the time of day had she asked. Until the soulmate connection.
He had expected her to freak, he hadn't exactly been overwhelmed with joy. Thinking about it afterwards - the experience would be something new - and there was no written rule that everyone who experienced a soulmate connection had to go waltzing off to Circle Daybreak. Rose could be converted to *his* way of thinking.
Only the next morning Rose had been gone.
"You've got Monica Redfern interested in you, she's a total babe," Max was going on.
Sheridan snorted in contempt. "Been there, screwed that. You want her, she's all yours."
"Whatever. You need to get your act together, pal. You're becoming a real asshole." Max walked off without waiting for him.
"What if I told you I had a lead?"
Sheridan turned at the seductive deep female voice speaking softly into his ear. He frowned at the stunning dark-skinned girl who stood at the locker beside him, twirling a lock of her curly raven hair around her finger. Dressed in a revealing tight-fitting hot pink halter-neck top and black jeans, she looked fabulous and hard to resist. Sheridan, hover, knew better.
The girl was Raquelle Weald, a friend of Monica's a half-breed of werewolf and witch.
"I'd say there had to be some sort of catch," he said flatly, uninterest showing on his features. Monica was renowned amongst the Night People to her scheming ways to get what she wanted. It was a pretty safe bet she chose friends of the same mind.
What Sheridan couldn't understand was why Rose had been Monica's best friend. They were both so totally different.
"You'd have to talk to Monica about that."
Sheridan snorted in disgust. "You can tell Monica to shove her lead up her ass. I'll find Rose myself."
Raquelle stared at him, the seductive smile faltering. "You're crazy. You'll never find the stupid bitch alive." She turned and stalked off.
The bell rang just then, students began gathering in numbers on the way to their first class of the afternoon. He could see Raquelle standing out clearly amongst the ordinary students. With her enhanced Night World beauty she wasn't hard to miss, but there were too many people around her to him to get to her quickly.
~Damn you Monica~ he thought with loathing. Raquelle's words 'You'll never find her alive' had stayed in his mind. No doubt the use of the world 'alive' was just what would grab his attention where Rose was concerned.
*Was* Rose alive? Did Monica really know something or was she just fucking with his head? If that was her plan, he thought as he stomped off to class, then she was doing a damn good job.
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She was up to something, Sheridan was certain of it. Monica wasn't one for giving up, no matter how many times he insulted her and told her to leave him the hell alone.
"Are you ever going to stop moping? It's getting really lame," his friend Max complained as Sheridan tossed books carelessly into his locker.
Sheridan's mood hadn't improved since Rose had done her vanishing act. His efforts to find her were going nowhere, and Monica's constant interruptions weren't helping."
"If your soulmate had gone AWOL then you'd be pretty pissed off too," he grumbled, slamming the locker shut.
Max's hazel eyes rolled in disgust. "Don't tell me you're going all sappy like those Daybreak losers."
Sheridan had had to hear this from Max and the rest of his so-called friends all week. None of them had experienced the soulmate connection, they moved from one girl to the next using her until they were bored. Up until Rose had come along, Sheridan had been the same. Long-term relationships had never appealed top him. A firm Night Worlder he had no interest in romantic crap like the soulmate principle.
Of course, the idiot who said that was usually struck by the connection. Fate had had it in for him - and had given him Rose He had known Rose was a Daybreaker, he had barely paid her any attention before, wouldn't have even given her the time of day had she asked. Until the soulmate connection.
He had expected her to freak, he hadn't exactly been overwhelmed with joy. Thinking about it afterwards - the experience would be something new - and there was no written rule that everyone who experienced a soulmate connection had to go waltzing off to Circle Daybreak. Rose could be converted to *his* way of thinking.
Only the next morning Rose had been gone.
"You've got Monica Redfern interested in you, she's a total babe," Max was going on.
Sheridan snorted in contempt. "Been there, screwed that. You want her, she's all yours."
"Whatever. You need to get your act together, pal. You're becoming a real asshole." Max walked off without waiting for him.
"What if I told you I had a lead?"
Sheridan turned at the seductive deep female voice speaking softly into his ear. He frowned at the stunning dark-skinned girl who stood at the locker beside him, twirling a lock of her curly raven hair around her finger. Dressed in a revealing tight-fitting hot pink halter-neck top and black jeans, she looked fabulous and hard to resist. Sheridan, hover, knew better.
The girl was Raquelle Weald, a friend of Monica's a half-breed of werewolf and witch.
"I'd say there had to be some sort of catch," he said flatly, uninterest showing on his features. Monica was renowned amongst the Night People to her scheming ways to get what she wanted. It was a pretty safe bet she chose friends of the same mind.
What Sheridan couldn't understand was why Rose had been Monica's best friend. They were both so totally different.
"You'd have to talk to Monica about that."
Sheridan snorted in disgust. "You can tell Monica to shove her lead up her ass. I'll find Rose myself."
Raquelle stared at him, the seductive smile faltering. "You're crazy. You'll never find the stupid bitch alive." She turned and stalked off.
The bell rang just then, students began gathering in numbers on the way to their first class of the afternoon. He could see Raquelle standing out clearly amongst the ordinary students. With her enhanced Night World beauty she wasn't hard to miss, but there were too many people around her to him to get to her quickly.
~Damn you Monica~ he thought with loathing. Raquelle's words 'You'll never find her alive' had stayed in his mind. No doubt the use of the world 'alive' was just what would grab his attention where Rose was concerned.
*Was* Rose alive? Did Monica really know something or was she just fucking with his head? If that was her plan, he thought as he stomped off to class, then she was doing a damn good job.
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