what I know.”
“Thank you,” I said, feeling slightly less anxious. But
stil anxious enough that my legs were wobbly.
Laylen motioned for me to fol ow him as he swept
through a beaded-curtain doorway, which led us into a
living room with dark blue wal s that were decorated
with shelves holding odd looking knickknacks. Black
and white tile checkerboarded the floor, and a set of
purple velvet couches centered the room, along with
an apothecary table topped with black candles.
Hmm…I was getting a weird sense of déjà vu with
this room. Then it dawned on me. “Is this Adessa’s
house?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Laylen took a seat on one of the purple
velvet sofas. “Which is actual y attached to her store.”
I sat down next to him, and Alex, looking annoyed,
dropped down in the chair across from us.
“So where do you want me to begin?” Laylen asked
me. And I liked that he asked, instead of trying to
evade my questions, like a certain someone with
bright green eyes would’ve done.
Having options, though, was kind of confusing me.
“So…um…what happened?” I shook my head at the
ridiculousness of my own question. “I mean, what
happened back in Colorado? And how did we end up
in Vegas?”
Laylen stayed quiet for a second, and I started to
wonder if he even knew the answers to my questions.
Alex had made it clear that, because Laylen was a
vampire, he was no longer part of the Keepers’ world
anymore, making Laylen a little out of the loop on
things.
Laylen brushed his blue-tipped bangs away from
his forehead. “Wel , I guess I’l answer the easy
question first. You’re here at Adessa’s because Aislin
transported us here.”
“What?!” I exclaimed, making Laylen flinch. I
lowered my voice. “Sorry. But how? I mean the last
thing I can remember is being surrounded by a ton of
Death Walkers, and Stephan trying to use some
creepy smoking rock to try and take my mind away.”
“The rock’s cal ed the memoria extraho ,” Alex
interrupted.
“Wel , you’d know since you were going to let him
use it on me,” I snapped.
A condescending look rose on his face. “If you’d
just listen to me explain, then you’d realize you’re
wrong.”
“I said I want Laylen to tel me,” I told him firmly.
He shrugged and leaned back in the chair, resting
his hands behind his head al casual and everything.
“Fine. Whatever you want.”
I stared at him, entirely taken off-guard. Huh? Did
he just say whatever you want? To me?
“What,” Alex said, with a blasé attitude. “I was
planning on tel ing you the truth, but if you’re more
likely to believe it from Laylen’s mouth, then it’s better
that he tel s you. That way you won’t have any doubts.”
I shook my head, wondering why he was acting so
cooperative, but figured I would worry about it later, so
I returned my attention back to Laylen. “So how did
you and Aislin end up in Colorado?”
“Wel …I guess to make a long story short, after
Aislin came back to get me in Nevada, those Death
Walkers you and I saw marching through the desert
had reached the house. They ambushed us, but after
a big struggle, Aislin and I managed to escape in the
car. But the Death Walkers cold ruined Aislin’s crystal
again so we had to come here to Adessa’s to get
another one. Then we transported to Colorado.”
“So how did you guys not get attacked by the Death
Walkers when you showed up in Colorado?” I asked.
“And by Stephan? Because the last thing I can
remember was that there were a ton of Death
Walkers around, watching Stephan try to erase my
mind.”
Laylen glanced over at Alex, and they both
exchanged a look I couldn’t quite figure out. My
muscles tensed up as the idea that maybe Laylen
was keeping secrets from me flashed through my
mind. Would he? I mean I barely knew him. But from
the moment I’d met him, my instincts told me I could
trust him. Although I sometimes wondered how
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