The Art of Mending Memories
Chapter 40
The bad feeling nagged at my mind all day. I observed the other shifters, but none of them seemed tense like I was. Mr. Keith was in an overly cheerful—even for him—mood, and a smile that would not go away on his face. Cassy threw me knowing glances all class after seeing the goodbye-for-now kiss Aaron and I had shared quickly before first period.
Everyone in the hallway looked normal, shifter and human alike. The only wolf who seemed off was Jeff, and he simply seemed angrier than usual.
Aaron asked me what was wrong at lunch, but I shook it off and faked a smile. It didn’t seem too convincing though, because Aaron continued staring at me with a worried expression for the rest of the day.
“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” Aaron asked as I was unlocking my car after the final bell of the day.
“I’m fine,” I repeated for the hundredth time that day.
“Bullshit. What’s wrong?”
I sighed and opened my car door. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong. But something is.” I tried shutting the door, but Aaron’s hand held it open. I looked up and saw him standing with a pensive expression pointed in my direction.
“How do you know?”
I sighed—again—and looked at my steering wheel. “I don’t know,” I answered frustratingly. “But I need to get to work.” Again I tried to close the door, and again Aaron wouldn’t let me and held it open with a firm grip.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I heaved another great sigh. “Can we have this discussion later? I don’t want to have to wait in traffic.”
Aaron stared at me for a moment. Then he let go of the door and allowed me to slam it shut.
I turned the key to start the car. Right as I was about to put the vehicle in reverse, the passenger door opened, making me jump. I looked up. Aaron was getting into the car.
“What are you doing?”
“Going with you to work. I don’t feel like running.”
“Why?” I asked carefully.
“The ground is wet. It’s not very fun, running in wet ground.”
I shook my head. “I meant why are you coming with me to work?”
Aaron looked down at his hands and shrugged. “I have no where else to go.”
Uncertainly and sympathy pricked at my skin as I pulled out of the slowly emptying parking lot. The nagging feeling was getting stronger, but I didn’t know what to do about it.
Aaron stayed at the cafe all afternoon. He made my witchy coworkers nervous—shifters and witches naturally didn’t get along well—even though he didn’t do much. He mostly read a book and occasionally glanced up to smile at me. Every time he did I felt flustered and guilty. I knew I should have told him more what I was feeling, but I couldn’t. I was afraid that would lead the conversation toward my Sight for shifters.
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The Art of Mending Memories
Hombres LoboKaelyn Apples has a sad past. Aaron Kleidmer isn't completely human. He's a werewolf; the same species that caused pain in Kaelyn's past. When Aaron finds out Kaelyn is his "special someone," he has to battle with her defenses to win her over. C...
