Chapter 11 -- The Trouble With Curiosity

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Chapter 11 – The Trouble With Curiosity

Waves of shock crashed over her – not just because someone had reached out and grabbed her unexpectedly, but also because it had happened in a graveyard – and, for all she knew, it could be a ghost. She doubted that was the case, but she always had been a teeny bit superstitious … She was afraid to turn around and see who the culprit was, so she stood where she was as she spoke aloud.

“Please, I’m too young to die,” she gasped.

This feeling of terror was becoming all too familiar to her …

The person (or spirit?) behind her started laughing; it sounded like a normal human voice, though -- not the voice of the undead; in fact, it was the familiar male voice she had heard before, the voice that had enticed her into the cemetery to begin with.

“I’m not gonna kill you,” he said as he spun her around in his direction.

The first thing Mary noticed was a leather jacket, just like Liam’s, and then her gaze traveled up to his face.

“Cade.”

He grinned. “So you remember me, huh?”

She stood still, not wanting to say anything, and still getting over her mini panic attack.

“Well, I remember you, Mary,” he said.

“W-what are you doing here?” she finally asked, her voice coming out hoarse and her eyes still wide.

He chuckled at her and patted her on the head, almost patronizingly. “Calm down, princess. No need to be afraid of me … I don’t bite.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” she spat back. “I’m just recovering from you jumping out at me like that.”

“Don’t like surprises?” he asked, cocking his head toward the side.

“No. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t have to. What I say or do is none of your business.”

He’d taken his hand off her shoulder and stepped back; now his arms were folded across his chest and he looked angry, as though her mere presence was getting on his last nerve.

“You’re too curious for your own good,” he continued. “You need to stay out of other people’s business. First you turn Liam into a softy, and now you’re spying on me? One of these days your curiosity is going to get you in big trouble.”

Mary’s mind caught on something he’d said. Turned Liam into a softy? What did he mean by that? She pushed the words away though as she noticed Cade was glaring at her.

“Well, I have every right to be suspicious,” she said. “You haven’t given me any reason not to be, and I know you are up to no good.”

He laughed again. “Like I said, this doesn’t concern you.”

What doesn’t concern me?” she demanded.

Cade stepped forward again and grinned at her. “You’re pretty gutsy, aren’t you?” he asked. “Walking through no man’s land at night by yourself – twice.”

Mary realized he was referring to her second incident by the train tracks. “How’d you know I went back a second time?” she asked.

“’Cause I saw you when Liam brought you back to our place the other night. I watched him put bandages on you. Hell, he made me kick a girl out of my room so the place would be quiet for you to sleep. Like I said, f***ing softy.”

So Cade was Liam’s roommate. That surprised her, since she had been under the impression that they hated each other’s guts by the way they’d spoken to each other the first night she’d met them.

“I’m surprised he bothered to save you,” he said, spitting on the grass. “I’d just as soon leave you for dead. And you know what else, Princess Mary?” he added condescendingly, then waited for her to answer.

“What?” she asked, humoring him so he would continue.

You are the reason I’m in the cemetery right now. You.”

That statement caught her attention, and her head jerked up at his words. “What?

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re more involved now than you know.”

“Involved with what?” she asked, feeling more confused than ever and wanting him to explain what he meant.

Instead, he only made a Tsk! noise at her and smirked. “What’d I say about curiosity, princess?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. He just turned and walked away, heading deeper into the cemetery toward the outskirts of town, leaving Mary with so many unanswered questions.

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