Cave of Terror (38 page)
"Mom, Dad I'm leaving.” Mandy glanced in the entry way mirror and checked her hair once more before answering the door.
"Have a good time,” her dad shouted.
"And don't stay out too late,” her mom added.
I still couldn't get over the fact that Mandy's family belonged to a wolf-shifting clan—the
Luptãs
. I'd thought I was alone in the freak-factor department after finding out about my own clan affiliation until she revealed that secret. Her mom and dad are like second parents to me. I've practically lived at Mandy's house and never knew a thing. But then again, I never had a clue my parents are vampires either. Crazy.
Mandy pulled the door open.
The breath sucked from my lungs. Could Ryan be any more gorgeous? He'd traded his Hollister t-shirt for a button-down, blue shirt and tucked it into his form fitting jeans. Talk about hot.
Brad stepped around Ryan. “Hey, birthday girl. You ready to go?"
The ga-ga look on Mandy's face was priceless. I cut my gaze to Ryan and smiled. He acknowledged my sentiment with a wink.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
Only one car was parked behind mine—Ryan's black Mustang. Apparently, they'd come together. Ryan lived across the street and a few houses over from Brad, so it made sense.
"Hope y'all don't mind cramming in my car.” Ryan looked back at us.
We shook our heads no. I loved his Mustang. It was the car I really wanted, but my parents wouldn't let me have a sports car.
I didn't realize just how little room there was in the back seat. “I'll sit in back. My legs aren't very long."
"That's okay. I think I'll sit with the birthday girl,” Brad said.
Brad folded the seat forward, and they climbed into the back. After lifting the seat back in place, I slid into the ‘shotgun’ position next to Ryan. He started the car, reached over and grasped my hand, then placed it on the gear shift under his. He put the car in gear and we drove off.
When we reached Spaghetti Warehouse, there were no parking places along the street. We had to pay for the privilege of occupying a spot in the lot across from the restaurant. For some reason, traffic was heavy, so we had to play dodge-the-cars as we crossed the two lanes. Nothing like jaywalking in downtown Austin.
True to my klutzy nature, I tripped up (yes, up) the creaky wooden steps that led to the entrance—almost knocking down Mandy in the process.
She struggled to right herself. “Dang, girl!"
I grimaced. “My bad."
Brad held the ornate glass door open and allowed us all to pass through. To the left, four squeeze handle games stood against the wall—like the one Ryan and I played the first time we met. I glanced at Ryan. He must have thought the same thing, because his lips tugged into a huge smile.
A big crystal chandelier hung above our heads. The glass teardrops tinkled with a sudden movement, yet no vent appeared to be anywhere near it. And any breeze caused by us entering would have long passed. I frowned. How weird. Something didn't feel right. I couldn't quite explain it, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was like someone was watching me. Ryan scanned the room, then cut his eyes back to me. He must have sensed it, too. Have I mentioned that Ryan's a vampire, too? That's what happens when you're
bonded
.
The scent of garlic and sourdough bread made my mouth instantly water, diverting my attention to my grumbling tummy. I was hungrier than I thought. And I bet you're thinking vampires can't be around garlic, right? Wrong!
The hostess led us to a table for four across from the trolley car that sits in the middle of the room.
Ryan pulled out my chair and motioned for me to sit. “For you, my lady."
"Why thank you.” I giggled, then sat on the padded wooden seat.
Brad did the same for Mandy. Copycat.
The waiter set a loaf of bread on the table. My stomach rumbled as I stared at the yummy hunk of sourdough. “Hi. My name's Matt. I'll be your server tonight. Can I get y'all something to drink?"
We ordered our drinks and Matt hustled off to get them. I reached for the bread and cut the loaf into pieces. Before I could set the knife down, three hands snatched all but one end piece. “Hey!"
Mandy laughed. “Hey, what? We left you one piece."
"Thanks, you bunch of oinkers."
Ryan and Brad made pig noises, drawing attention to our table. We all cracked up laughing. What a bunch of dorks. I swear.
After slathering my piece with garlic butter, I took a big bite. Mmmm! At times like these, I thanked the stars above I could still eat human food. But I had to make sure I took one of my supplements when I got home. I was more than hungry I now realized. And I had no desire to go into a
bloodlust
, thank you. One near experience was enough. Instead of taking blood directly from humans, our
clice
takes vitamin-like pills containing the part of the blood we need in order to survive. Thank God. No way was I going to go around biting people.
Although, I have to admit blood has its good points. But that's another story. Not to mention, snacking on Ryan had an appeal. Aaag! My face heated at the thought.
"Why is your face all red and splotchy?” Mandy just had to point out.
Ryan grinned. “Yeah, Sparkie, what are you thinking?"
Omigod! Sometimes he hit a little too close to the truth—like he could read my mind or something. We were connected, and he could feel ... oooooh. Right. He
felt
my thoughts. How freakin’ embarrassing. I'd never get used to it.
"I'm just hot.” I fanned my face.
Ryan's grin widened. “Hot, huh?"
Talk about double entendre. “Whatever."
Mandy turned to Brad. “Do you ever get the feeling like they're on a different wavelength than us?"
Brad nodded. “Yep."
"Oh, and y'all aren't?” I shot back.
They chuckled.
When I turned my head to make a snarky comment, I caught a movement in the trolley car. Only one couple sat inside, and they were farther over. Then, a little head popped up on the other side of the window. The little boy smiled and waved, then ducked back down. He must belong to the couple. He popped back up and waved again. I waved back. He giggled, then ducked back down again.
"Who are you waving to?” Mandy followed my stare.
"There's a little boy in the trolley. He keeps looking out the window and waving."
"I haven't seen a little boy,” she said.
Brad looked toward the trolley. “Me either."
"Well, he's there. I just waved to him."
"You sure you're not hallucinating, Sparkie? Too much ... bread?"
"Ha ha."
Matt placed our drinks on the table and another loaf of bread, then took our order. Since I was practically starving, I ordered the lasagna and parmesan chicken. Ryan got the Italian feast. I didn't bother listening to what Mandy and Brad ordered because I was too focused on the couple from the trolley car passing our table—with no little boy. Maybe he belonged to someone else in the restaurant who allowed him to play in the trolley. Yeah, that had to be it. I'm not crazy. I know what I saw. Absently, I grabbed a slice of bread Mandy had cut and bit off a chunk.
A strange tingle settled between my shoulder blades. I glanced behind me. Nothing.
"You okay, Sparkie?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine.” Ryan gave me a weird look. Hiding anything from him would be near impossible. I pushed away from the table and stood. “I'll be right back."
"Where you going?” Mandy stuffed some bread in her mouth.
"To the bathroom if you must know."
"Want me to go with you?” Her voice muffled from the bread.
"I think I can manage by myself.” I rolled my eyes.
As I passed through the foyer, I heard giggling. I whipped my head around. The little boy from the trolley slipped around a corner. I followed after him, but the only thing in the corner was a coat rack. Where could he have gone?
Okay, I
was
losing my mind.
I continued on to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and out ran the little boy—terror shining bright in his eyes.
"The bad man is going to get me. Help me.” He sprinted down the hall to the men's room and disappeared through the door.
What the...? He didn't push the door open. He went
through
it.
Amber's love of romance and medieval history led her to pursue her dream of writing. She is a stay-at-home mom and now that her kids are older, she's able to spend time making her dream come true. She loves stories about Vikings, pirates, Scotland, and just about anything of the paranormal nature, especially vampires.
Amber lives in Texas with her own knight in shining armor, her high school sweetheart and husband of 22 years, along with their two teenage kids, two dogs, and two cats. Amber believes that everyone should have a happily ever after—even vampires.
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—Highly entertaining and fun,
Cave of Terror
was impossible to put down. Though at times dark and evil, Ms. Bell never failed to inject some light-hearted humor into the story. Delightfully funny with a true sense of teenagers, Cheyenne's character will appeal to many girls of that age. She is believable and her emotional struggles are on par with most teens. I found this to be an easy read; the author gave just enough background to understand the workings of her vampires without boring the reader. I truly enjoyed the male characters, Ryan and Constantine. Ryan was adorable and a teenager's dream. Constantine was deliciously dark. I look forward to reading more by this talented author. Ms. Bell has done an admirable job of telling a story suitable for young adults.
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This reviewer was easily captivated by the story and was enthralled by it until the end. The reader will laugh and cry as you read this wonderful story. The reader feels all the pain, torment and disillusionment felt by both main characters, but also the joy and love they felt. Ms. Burroughs has crafted a well-researched story that gives a glimpse into Scotland during a time when there was upheaval and war for independence. This reviewer is anxiously awaiting her next novel in this series and commends her for a wonderful job done.
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