Born at Midnight (Shadow Falls #1)(42)

"It's fine," they said in unison. "We're just-"

"Arguing?" Sky's eyebrows tightened in accusation.

"Having a little disagreement," Miranda said.

"Over?" Sky asked.

Del a spoke up. "She purposely spil ed my blood that was in the fridge."

"I didn't purposely spil it. It fel out when I opened the door."

"There's blood in our fridge?" Kylie frowned.

Sky rol ed her eyes. "You have to learn to get along." Sky's dark eyes shot to Miranda. "You are a returnee, Miranda, we expect better from you."

"Yeah, wel , get in line with the be-disappointed-by-Miranda crowd." Miranda shot off in a huff. Sky watched her leave and then looked back at Kylie and Del a. "Solve your own problems at your cabins, not in public, or Holiday and I wil have to get involved. And trust me, you don't want us involved." She turned and left.

Kylie glanced back at a smiling Del a who appeared unaffected by Sky's warning.

"So what happened with you and fairy guy?" Del a asked.

"Forget that. You and Miranda gotta stop this."

"Stop what?" Del a shrugged.

"Stop threatening to do bodily harm to each other." Right then, Kylie spotted Lucas's girlfriend walking toward them. The girl's eyes narrowed in fury and her lips tightened as she zeroed in on Kylie. If looks could kil , Kylie would be a hair away from decomposing. Then the pissed-off werewolf stormed on past.

With the thought of death hanging on, Kylie noticed a slight headache, a consistent throbbing in her left temple. The idea that she actual y might have a brain tumor had her catching her breath.

"Threatening isn't doing," Del a said. "So spil it. What did you and Derek do? Did you at least get to first base?"

"We didn't do anything." Kylie pressed a hand against her temple. "Look, I like you and Miranda, so both of you need to pul your big girl panties up and stop fighting before they separate us and I get stuck with a different roommate." Someone like Lucas's girlfriend.

"That wasn't a fight. We were just having a tiff."

"You threatened to sel her blood on eBay," Kylie said. "Where I come from, that qualifies as a fight."

"Yeah, but you're not in your world anymore."

Del a's statement hit hard like only the truth could. Nothing was the same anymore. A boy had just given a pint of his blood to get to spend an hour with her. She'd seen toads who were real y perverts hopping on her kitchen table, and she'd checked a kitten's privates only to have him end up not being a kitten. And don't forget, she was being haunted by Soldier Dude. Her head throbbed harder.

"Besides, I'd never sel her blood. I'd savor every drop of it. Witches' blood is sweet."

Sweet. Kylie held up her hand. "Stop right there. I can't handle this." She looked at her watch. Crap. No time to cal Sara. "I have to go meet Holiday," she said. And figure out my life, because like Dorothy, I'm simply not in Kansas anymore. Kylie turned to leave. Del a caught her by the arm. "Oh, I meant to tel you-"

"Wait." Kylie held up her hand. "Does it have anything to do with blood?" She couldn't deal with blood talk, period. Del a's eyes tightened. "No," she said, sarcasm in her tone.

"Then you can tel me."

"Or not." Del a crossed her arms. "Maybe I should let you be waylaid for being a smarty pants." Del a walked off. Waylaid? That didn't sound good. "Del a, wait," Kylie said.

Del a turned back around. "If I tel you, wil you put a stop to al the 'blood is gross' remarks?"

It was gross. "I'l try."

"Trying is for sissies," Del a shot off. Kylie glanced at her watch again. She needed to meet Holiday, but Del a's warning about being waylaid ...

"Del a." Kylie caught up with her. "Okay, no more remarks. Now tel me. How am I going to be waylaid?"

Del a let go with a huff. "You know those men in the black suits? I'm told they are FBI."

"What about them?"

Del a cocked her head. "They're planning on interrogating you."

"Me?" Kylie asked. "Why?"

"Don't know."

The only thing Kylie could think this could be about was ... "Wait. Is this about your cousin? Are you sure he doesn't belong to one of those gangs?"

"No." Del a frowned. "They'd be talking to me if it was. Besides, they didn't say anything about visitors. They said they thought you could be hiding something because you don't let anyone read you."

Kylie tried to wrap her hurting head around the facts, but she just couldn't do it. "Are you sure they said me?"

"Yup. Holiday wasn't happy about it. Yet supposedly they are like the head honchos around here. What they say goes. But I can tel you that Holiday stood up for you. She told them that you were innocent, but they just said they'd find out for themselves."

And exactly how did they plan to do that? Was it the CIA or FBI who were accused of torturing? Oh damn, she already had a headache-she didn't want to add "get tortured" to today's to-do list.

Del a's gaze shifted up over Kylie's shoulder. "Uh, don't look now, but I think Holiday's looking for you. And ... I think she's found you."