Gena Showalter - Unraveled

He cared, then. He still cared. And he’d said “might be a Drainer,” which was an improvement from their last conversation when he’d baldly stated, “You’re going to kill me.” Her lips curled up at the corners. “So you’ve been here all night?” Protecting her.

Yep. Came back right after I escorted Aden and Victoria home .

“I’m glad. And thank you.”

My pleasure.

Their gazes met, and for a heated moment, he was watching her as he had in the very beginning, before the witches and the feeding, as if she were important, as if she mattered more than anything else in the world. A girl could get used to that.

Grin widening, she fell back onto the mattress and wished she’d woken up sooner. “Now that we’re both alert, we should probably talk about last night. We said some things that—”

Suddenly her bedroom door burst open, and her dad flew inside, scowling. “What is going on, Mary Ann?”

“Dad!” Panicked, caught red-handed, she jolted upright, jerking her comforter with her. “What are you doing?”

“You shouted that boy’s name. I thought—” His gaze landed on Riley and he stilled, terror darkening his eyes. He was still in his pajamas, a flannel shirt and pants, so he must have rushed straight from bed. “Mary Ann, listen to me, baby. Get up slowly. No sudden movements, okay? I want you to inch your way behind me. Okay? Do it now, honey.”

Oh, God. This was so not happening. “Dad. The, uh, dog is harmless, I swear.” Biggest. Lie. Ever.

To prove his “harmlessness,” Riley licked her palm. Goose bumps broke out over her skin, and then heat flooded her cheeks. She didn’t want her dad to think a dog turned her on.

“How do you know that mangy thing is harmless?” Her dad had always hated animals, feared them. “Now, why aren’t you moving away from him and toward me? I don’t want to scare you, but he could use your face as a chew toy, sweetheart.” Riley stiffened.

“I just do. Know, that is,” she said. “He won’t hurt me. He’s…my pet.” Please don’t be mad, Riley, she thought, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. “He has been for the past few weeks.”

Her dad’s blue eyes widened, panic and fear giving way to bafflement. “No. No, that isn’t possible. I would have known.”

“Yes, way. See?” She wrapped an arm around Riley’s large frame and buried her face in his soft neck, cuddling him close.

“No,” her dad insisted, shaking his head. “You would have told me. I would have known.”

Oh, Dad. There’s a lot you don’t know . She straightened, heart still hammering against her ribs. “I know about your rampant animal phobia, so I kept him hidden. But, see? He’s trained. He doesn’t cause any trouble. I swear.”

He was shaking his head again before the last word left her mouth. “That thing could have you for breakfast, Mary Ann. I want it out. Now.”

“Daddy, please. Please let me keep him,” she said, and commanded tears to bead in her eyes. Laying it on too strong? Maybe. But she needed him to say yes. That way, Riley could come and go freely. There’d be no more sneaking around. Really, she should have thought of this before. “He makes me happy. Since…you know. What happened between us.” Reminding him of their fight was low, but she was desperate.

Finally, her dad softened. “He might not have all his shots.”

He hadn’t said yes, but she knew. Victory would be hers. She wanted to laugh, to clap and dance. “I’ll take him to the vet myself.”

A pause. A sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You called him Riley.”

Uh-oh. “Yes.”

“So you named your pet after your boyfriend?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Why would you do that?”

Was he reading all kinds of psychological reasons into the situation? “It just seemed…appropriate. They’re both protective of me.” There. A truth.

A bit more softening. “Does Riley know?”

“Yeah, and he approves. He was flattered.”

“That just proves he’s weird and you shouldn’t hang around him.”

“Is that your professional opinion?” she asked pointedly.

He was silent for a long while. “I can’t believe this. A mangy mutt in the house, all this time. Fine. Keep him. But if he soils the rug, he’s out.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from grinning. “I understand.”

He turned, throwing over his shoulder, “And if he growls at you, even once, he’s out. He looks wild.”

I am, Riley snapped inside her head.

Do not laugh, she told herself.

Her dad paused at her door. “Where does it stay while you’re at school?”

It. Nice. “Outside.”

“You could be inviting fleas into our home, Mary Ann.”

No. Laughing . “He’s clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, I’ll bathe him.”

That could prove interesting, Riley said.

“And thank you,” she added. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome.” The door shut, leaving her alone with Riley.

Finally allowing her amusement to bubble from her, Mary Ann fell back onto the bed and cuddled her mangy mutt.

SOIL THE RUG , Riley growled. As if.

Mary Ann continued to laugh until tears streamed down her cheeks. There’d been so much terror and suspicion, running and waiting, so much time spent dreading what would happen and what was to come that she felt a little weird finding humor just then, but she just couldn’t help herself. Actually, she didn’t want to help herself.

Riley didn’t help. Fleas . Mangy . Another growl. We’ll see what he thinks of me when I chew through his kneecap .

“None of that, now,” she said between giggles, “or you’ll be thrown out.”

He gave another growl, but he did relax against the mattress, against her. My fur is silky, damn it .

Finally, she calmed—yet her grin was wide and unhideable. “Very.” He sighed. Just go back to sleep. You need all the rest you can get .

She meant to protest. She really did. But as she lay there, petting him, listening to him practically purr his approval, his warmth and softness drugged her, lulling her back to the darkness as nothing else could have. Her cares melted away, leaving only a sense of bliss. She’d missed this, and knowing he would be here when she woke back up…

When she next opened her eyes, yawning, Riley was still beside her. See! Still beside her. Mary Ann lifted her cell off her nightstand and glanced at the clock. She frowned. She had fifteen minutes before she had to get up and shower for school. She wanted an hour. She and Riley hadn’t talked yet.

Oh, well. No help for it. She’d savor these fifteen minutes as if they were her last. In the stark light of the morning, however, all of her worries returned, flooding her mind, last night replaying over and over again.

We are dating, he’d said. At least I think we are .

Ouch.

One day you’ll kill everyone I love, he’d added. Hell, one day you’ll kill me .

Double ouch.

No, there would be no savoring. One day, if she was a Drainer as he suspected, she might kill him. Kill this boy who had brought her to life, tugging her from the safe world she’d created for herself, where she had never truly felt, but had only operated on autopilot. No way would she let that happen.

If she had to leave him and everyone she knew and loved, she would. But. Big but. That didn’t mean she was unwilling to do everything within her power to prove she wasn’t a Drainer—or to do whatever was necessary to revert back to her old self if she was.