Sisters of Blood and Spirit. Kady Cross

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СКАЧАТЬ was the reason I wanted to go to the coffee shop that night. Lark knew it, of course. But my sister didn’t know all of it.

      Oh, and I wanted to know what Roxi was hiding. There had been sincerity in her invitation, but there had been something else, as well. It was easy enough to assume that the secret was something she thought might convince Lark not to go if she revealed it straightaway. That made me suspicious.

      “Anything exciting happen today?” Nan asked as she used a spatula to move the warm cookies from baking sheet to plate.

      Lark and I exchanged glances. She knew.

      “That lovely Principal Grant called today.” I didn’t believe lovely was the word she really wanted to use. “Told me you’d gotten called to the office because you’d scared a young man badly enough that he wet his pants and had to go home.”

      Lark glared at me. I shrugged. “I’m not sorry I did it.”

      “I didn’t do a thing to him,” Lark said.

      “I didn’t think you did.” Suddenly, our grandmother looked right at me. “You owe your sister an apology, young lady.”

      My jaw dropped. I knew she couldn’t see me, but this thing of ours seemed to come from her side of the family, because she was definitely sensitive to the Shadow Lands.

      “She does?” Lark asked, speaking for both of us.

      Nan nodded. “I know you didn’t hurt that boy, and that your sister’s intentions were good, but you got the trouble for it. You’ll always get the trouble for it. Wrenleigh, you need to think of these things before you act. I know you want to protect Lark, but now you’ve made things difficult for her, so you need to apologize for that.”

      There was no way she’d have known if I apologized or not. I could have broken every window in this house. I could have made her sorry she’d tried bossing me around. Neither of those things were going to happen. I was chastised. She was right.

      “I’m sorry,” I said to Lark. “I didn’t think. He hurt you and I just wanted to hurt him back.”

      My sister nodded. “I know. It’s okay.”

      But it wasn’t, was it? I knew Lark had forgiven me—she always did—but her life would have been easier if I hadn’t always been doing things she needed to forgive me for.

      Nan smiled. “That’s a good girl.” She held the plate of cookies out to Lark. “Take one for your sister, too.”

      Lark plucked two cookies off the cooling plate, gathered up her school books and announced that she was going to do some studying before dinner.

      “Liar,” I accused.

      Lark ignored me. “Nan, is it okay if I go out later? Roxi Taylor invited me to open-mike night at ’Nother Cup.”

      There was no denying how much this pleased Nan—her face lit up. “Of course it’s all right! Do you want to take the car?”

      Horror filled me. “No!”

      But my sister smiled. “That would be great, thanks.” Because a white-haired girl driving a purple car wouldn’t stand out at all. God, it was a good thing I was invisible to most humans because I’d wish I was if I had to drive in that car. Fortunately, I didn’t have to depend on human modes of transportation.

      As we climbed the stairs to our room, I thought I saw something again—a flash of black in my peripheral vision. I whipped my head around, but there was nothing.

      “You okay?” Lark asked. “You’re not mad at Nan?”

      She sounded a little...afraid. “No! Of course not. I thought I saw something.”

      “I didn’t see anything.”

      Of course she hadn’t. She could see a lot of things, but she still had the limited eyesight of a living person; they were notoriously shortsighted. “Probably nothing.”

      “You know, if you want to go to the coffee shop tonight, I don’t mind if you go without me.”

      I looked at her, lips twisting. “And miss seeing the reaction to you driving a grape jelly bean? I don’t think so. Besides, you promised Roxi you would go.”

      “Yeah, I know.” She stared straight ahead as she climbed the rest of the stairs. “It would be rude of me to bail on her.”

      I didn’t add that it would also be stupid for her to stay home and try to send me away. I wasn’t bound to Lark, I could come and go as I pleased, and tonight it would please me to be there with my sister to make certain no one tried to hurt her. If anyone gave her a hard time—even if it was Kevin—I’d risk Nan’s wrath and make certain they regretted it for a very, very long time.

       LARK

      So. Many. Hipsters.

      I walked into ’Nother Cup expecting to be punched in the face by a wave of pretention, and I wasn’t disappointed; it almost dropped me on my butt.

      I wasn’t proud to admit that I’d changed my clothes before leaving the house. I wore a black-and-white sleeveless dress with a Peter Pan collar and a pair of chunky black-and-white-striped Mary Janes. I’d pinned my hair—as white as my collar—into a messy updo and smeared on some black liner and red gloss. The Addams Family meets Mad Men.

      “Stop fidgeting,” my sister commanded with a scowl as I straightened my dress. She was wearing something romantic and flowy, with her brilliant hair in curls. She looked gorgeous—and no one could see it.

      “No one says fidget anymore,” I muttered, turning my head so no one else could hear.

      Wren pointed across the fairly crowded shop to a low table surrounded by plush leather sofas and paisley chairs. “There’s Roxi. Do you see Kevin? I’m going to see if I can spot him.” She took off before I could answer, slipping in and out of people like they were wisps of smoke.

      Only, she was the wisp. I needed to remember that. She was as real and solid to me as anyone here, but only to me.

      I ordered a chai latte—which took forever—and made my way through the throng toward the stage area. I was practically on top of the table when I saw who else was there.

      I knew I should have stayed home.

      “Lark!” Roxi jumped up and hugged me. “You guys, this is Lark. Lark, this is Gage, Ben, Sarah and Mace.”

      Okay, so I didn’t really know Gage, but I recognized him from school. Looking at Mace still made me want to puke. Sarah seemed friendly enough. The one who really got me, though, was Ben, the guy I’d seen in the principal’s office earlier. Maybe I could ask him what his sister had meant about letting him wait a little longer. And where he’d gotten that black eye.

      And why when he looked at me I felt he knew me. Really knew me.

      I gave them all a halfhearted wave. “Hey.” The only empty chair was the one near Roxi. Unfortunately, СКАЧАТЬ