Eventide: The Dark Ink Chronicles by Elle Jasper

you mean?” I ask.
    Riggs shrugs, and the light from a nearby post gleams off his dark hair. “He’s run around the industrial park twice looking for you.”
    Shooting a quick glance left and right, I turn my gaze back to Riggs. Confusion muddles my brain. “I…was right here all along.”
    Riggs walks closer and peers at me with a questioning look. “You okay, babe?” he says, ducking his head and inspecting my face. “You look kinda funny.”
    I feel a little spacey, light-headed, but I don’t confess it. “Yeah, you always look kinda funny. Where’s Eli?”
    “Where’ve you been?” Eli says, suddenly beside me.
    I look up into his penetrating stare. In the darknesshis eyes all but glow. “Thought I saw something. I came right back here.”
    As if weighing my words, Eli studies me. Concern pinches his brows together and it’s a look that happens more frequently now. “You didn’t see anything then?” he asks.
    “No.” I don’t know what I saw. Everything is a blur to me now.
    Eli pulls me against him with one arm and presses his lips to my temple. “Let’s go,” he says quietly. “It’ll be dawn soon.” His cell vibrates, and he pulls it out of his pocket and lifts it to his ear. “Yeah. We were just leaving. Be there in fifteen.”
    With a quick glance at Riggs, then me, Eli takes off. We both fall in behind him. Crossing Highway 21 at the side exit of the industrial park, we slip behind an old run-down oil and lube and hit the woods behind it. We reach the train yard within minutes, find the Jeep and climb in. Eli drives. From my peripheral vision, I can see he silently watches me. I know he’s worried—I am too. I feel like something’s missing, as if I fell asleep and woke up hours later. As we pull onto the service road, I rest my head and stare at the scenery as it flashes by. Quickly, we make our way to Bay Street, then hit Whitaker and take the squares slowly. We see nothing out of the ordinary. When Eli pulls into a parking space next to Forsyth Park, the others are there, waiting. Thesun is a thin golden crack, edging through the clouds overhead, and the light surrounding us is hazy. A slight mist hangs low to the ground. Riggs leaps from the back seat over the edge of the Jeep. I use the door.
    Seth immediately comes to me. “You okay?” he asks, carefully watching me, inspecting my face, my eyes.
    “I’m fine, bro,” I lie. “Glad the night’s over though. I’m exhausted.”
    He nods and drapes an arm over my shoulder. “I think I could eat fifty Krystals by myself.”
    I glance sideways at him. “That has nothing to do with your tendencies, Seth Poe. You could manage that before.”
    My brother grins at me, and just seeing his warm, smiling face settles me somewhat.
    “Anything unusual?” Phin asks. He’s talking to Eli, but looking at me.
    “Just your average cocky newlings,” Eli responds. “Mostly male, a few females. All youth.”
    “Same with us,” Luc says, and moves to stand next to me. “Zetty nearly got his ass beaten by a female.”
    I glance at Zetty. He merely growls.
    “There’s a place down on the Vernon,” Josie says, leaning against Phin’s truck. She has her hair pulled back into a single braid. “Don’t forget about that.”
    “That’s right,” Phin says. The hazy early-morning light blends with the porcelain smoothness of his perfectfeatures, which stand in contrast to the darkened area on his jaw that would be a beard, if he let it grow out. “An old dock house. Pretty big. Looks like several have been staying there.”
    “I could smell them,” Josie says, and squinches her nose. “Newlings stink.” She regards me silently, her mouth tilts into a grin.
    “You should’ve seen Riley,” Riggs brags. “She pulls this wicked-sick leg lock around this newling’s neck.” He throws a proud smile at me. “Kick
ass
.”
    “Then you should watch it, worm,” warns Luc, who gives me a wink.
    Traffic begins to move more frequently