Fall For Me ((The Tate Chronicles #1)) by K. A. Last Read Free Book Online Page B

right places, and the white button up blouse showed off her near perfect figure. If I was a guy, I’d have drool running down my chin.
    “I’m Charlotte Fallon,” she said, as she sat down in one swift, elegant motion.
    Oh no. This is not good. I noticed Archer stiffen. This was too weird. Archer gave me a sideways glance, not even attempting to hide his annoyance.
    Trust me, I said. Besides, you can’t exactly stake her out in the open.
    Archer took another long, hard look at Charlotte.
    “I hate being around crowds,” Charlotte said.
    “This is the girl I was telling you about this morning, Grace,” Emma said, scowling.
    I nudged her foot hoping she’d change her expression. She didn’t like how pretty Charlotte was and couldn’t understand why she’d chosen to sit with us. Archer, despite himself and his prejudices, was on the verge of needing a bucket to catch all the drool, and me, I was freaking out at the fact this vamp was sitting with us, in the sunshine.
    “Welcome to Hopetown Valley,” I said in my nice as pie voice. “I’m Grace. This is Archer, my brother.”
    “Really? You look nothing alike.”
    I could see Charlotte was a little uncomfortable with us. She was thinking she should probably apologise for throwing a stake at me.
    “We get that a lot. Are you in the dorm?” I asked, trying to continue the conversation and block out her mental line of thought.
    “Yes, room thirteen. You?”
    Very fitting, I thought. “Arch and I don’t board. We have a place about ten minutes west of here.” But you already know that.
    Emma tried a little unsuccessfully to stop scowling when Charlotte asked her a few questions about dorm living. I took the opportunity to grab my dumb struck brother’s attention.
    Arch. Archer, look at me.
    He tore his gaze away from Charlotte. Sometimes I wished he could read people the way I could, it would make things so much easier.
    Wipe your chin. A minute ago you wanted to kill her, now you’re ogling her?
    Huh?
    Oh, snap out of it! I looked at him with wide eyes.
    Archer was struggling between the urge to kill this girl and ask her out on a date. Give me a break. Boys! Emma was chatting away and Charlotte was responding in all the right places, but she was also watching Archer and me. I snuck into her head and caught a thought. She knew who we were and had been searching for us, looking for protection. It seemed like the three of us had a few things to talk about, and Archer was not going to be happy.

EIGHT
     
     
    GRACE
    Monday Night
     
     
    M oonlight glinted in Archer’s eyes as he pulled his arm back. He released the stake and it flew past my ear, embedding itself into the tree behind me.
    “She has a what?” Archer cried from where he stood in the middle of the clearing. We were getting ready for our nightly hunt. “I don’t even know what that is.”
    “I didn’t tell you because I knew you were angry.”
    Besides, I didn’t get the chance. We’d had no classes together that afternoon, and I thought it would be safer to talk at home. Not in public with lots of witnesses.
    “That’s great, Grace, but in case you’ve forgotten, we’re supposed to kill vampires, not play nice and have lunch with them.”
    Even though Charlotte was a vampire she could walk around in the sunlight like any normal person. She went against all vampire lore as we knew it. I was just as ruffled around the edges as Archer, but someone had to be calm. That someone would be me, the protector, and the brains of this outfit.
    “You would have staked her right there in the yard, in front of everyone, in front of Emma?”
    Archer grunted and jogged over to me. He wrapped his hand around the stake he’d thrown minutes before and pulled it from the tree.
    “No … So what do we do?” he asked.
    “Charlotte is no ordinary vampire.”
    “I think I’ve already noticed that.”
    “But you can’t see what I can,” I said. “She’s been looking for us and wants our