Whispers at Moonrise (Shadow Falls #4)(115)

She'd tried talking herself out of this, but she couldn't. Leaving Shadow Falls was the right thing to do. But the right thing didn't always feel right. Coming to Shadow Falls had felt wrong, yet it had turned out to be a step toward finding the truth. This was just another step-a needed step.

Someday, Kylie hoped her choices could be made by what she wanted, and not by what she needed. But that time hadn't arrived yet.

"No," Della said.

"No, what?" Miranda asked.

"She's going to tell us she's leaving." Della's eyes filled with emotion.

"No, she's not," Miranda smarted back.

Short and sweet, Kylie thought again. "Della's right. I need to go live with my grandfather for a while. Not forever. I'll be back." God, she hoped so.

Miranda stared, her expression one of disbelief. "You can't do that. What will your mother say?"

"I haven't figured that out. But I will. I just need you guys to understand, and not be mad. And..." Tears filled her eyes. "And take care of Socks because he doesn't want to ... go with me."

"You're leaving us," Miranda said. "You can't leave us. We're roommates, we're best friends."

Della stood there, stoic, tears glistening in her dark eyes, and she swiped away every drip of moisture that slipped from her lashes.

Kylie went to hug Miranda first. The witch started crying and Kylie's heart hurt so much she couldn't breathe. When Kylie turned to Della, the girl held up one hand. Anger flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, hell no," Della screamed. "You're freaking leaving us. I don't hug people who walk out on me." The vamp stormed back into her bedroom. Kylie felt the door slam all the way to her soul and it hurt so damn bad.

She walked into her room, picked up her suitcase, and left, before it got harder. Inside, Kylie felt raw. Sooner or later, it would stop hurting, she told herself.

Derek stood outside her cabin. He looked as if he'd woken up, pulled clothes on without thinking, and came running. His jeans weren't snapped, his shirt unbuttoned.

She wasn't sure how he knew, but he did. She saw it in his green eyes.

"Why?" he asked when she walked up to him.

"Because I have to figure things out."

"But you've already figured a lot out while you've been here."

"I know," Kylie said. "But it's time to take the next step."

He didn't try to talk her out of it. He didn't speak on the walk to the office. But she felt him reading her every emotion. When they arrived at the office, she looked back at him. For some reason she recalled the first time she'd seen him-sitting in the back of the bus, not very happy to be there.

She dropped the suitcase and hugged him. Tight. They had something special. She wasn't sure what it was, or if it should have been more, but she knew she cared about him. Probably always would.

He touched her cheek. He didn't say anything, but that touch said so much. He still loved her.

She picked up her suitcase and walked up on the porch. She left her suitcase by the door, then looked out toward the exit. She'd called Hayden earlier and told him to meet her at four thirty. She suspected he was already here. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd be late.

"Holiday." Kylie called out her name when she walked in.

"In the office," Holiday called back. "I just poured you a cup of coffee."

Kylie moved to the door. Holiday sat at her desk, her red hair hanging loose. She looked ... happy. She wore her love for Burnett very well.

"You're up early ... again," Holiday said.

Two cups of coffee waited on the desk. Had Holiday known she'd be here? Kylie went and sat in the chair. "How-?"

"Lucas came by late last night," the camp leader confessed.

Kylie swallowed. Short and sweet. She didn't want to talk about Lucas right now. "I have to go live with my grandfather for a while. Just until I figure out who I am."

Desperation entered Holiday's gaze. "You can't..."

Emotion lumped in Kylie's throat. "I need to figure this out."

"We can figure it out together," Holiday said, but her expression was one of sad acceptance. And it wasn't like Holiday not to fight harder. Unless ...

Kylie remembered that when Holiday died, she'd spoken with Heidi, Kylie's grandmother. "She told you I had to go, didn't she?" When confusion filled Holiday's eyes, Kylie explained, "Heidi, she told you about this."

"No, not..." She paused. "She said I shouldn't stop you from making your own choices."

"And this is my choice." Damn, it hurt to say that. "I'll be back. You know that."

Holiday pressed her open palms on the desk. "What am I going to tell your parents?"

Kylie paused. "I'll figure it out and call you."

Holiday exhaled. "Burnett is going to be so furious."

"I know. That's why I was hoping you'd just tell him about this. I don't think I could face him right now."

"I don't like this." Holiday's voice sound so tight.

Tears filled Kylie's eyes and she stood up. "Della wouldn't hug me good-bye. Please don't say you won't."