Silver Borne(85)

Kyle continued into the bathroom so I did, too.

Sam's claws clicked on the slate floor.

Thomas continued to rule the bathroom, too.

A plastic toothbrush holder in the shape of a train sat next to the sink, and a set of towels embroidered with Thomas and his friends hung from towel racks shaped like train tracks.

Kyle opened a cupboard next to the sink to reveal two empty shelves and one filled with towels of various colors.

"Give me that," he said, so I handed him the book.

He knelt on the floor and unfolded the towel, repositioned the book, and folded the towel in the same way as all the other towels.

He handed it back to me, and I put it on the bottom of one of the stacks.

Kyle looked at my work and straightened the stack.

The book towel looked just like the ones around it.

One thing pretending to be another.

For some reason I thought about the incident with the bounty hunter this morning.

The bounty hunter--and the fae armed with a plastic gun loaded with silver bullets just like Kelly Heart's gun had been.

Because he'd been hunting werewolves.

Maybe .

.

.

maybe that was not what the fae had been hunting.

Adam had suggested the silver ammunition might have been used only to match Kelly Heart's, that the shooter might have been after any of us and not just a werewolf.

I'd thought he was just trying to draw the spotlight off himself and keep me from worrying about him.

But what if he was right? What if the fae had been after me? I was probably being paranoid.

The world didn't revolve around me, after all.

Just because this past year I'd had vampires, fae, and werewolves try to kill me at various times didn't mean someone was after me at present.

The old woman in the bookstore hadn't known who I was.

Surely, if the fae were trying to kill me, she'd have recognized my face.

Maybe the fae were willing to kill for the book I'd just hidden in my friend's home.

Warren wasn't always here, and Kyle was just human.

Maybe I shouldn't leave it here.

Maybe I was paranoid and seeing conspiracies where there were none.

"Hey, Kyle?" I said.