Glow by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online

words.
    And there was an elusive
feeling
that kept mounting in her. A suspicion rose in her that if she tried to communicate to Dylan what that amorphous feeling was, it might take shape and solidify even further.
    Maybe the feeling would become tangible memory?
    Leave it in the dark.
    Addie Durand and Alice may have been joined once, but the rift was complete. They were two separate people now. Alice was a mathematician, after all. Numbers cleaved, they carved out clear-cut, rational, predictable realities.
That
was how Alice Reed saw the world. She was overreacting in regard to her fear.
    Of course you can discover a few interesting facts about Addie Durand without losing Alice. Don’t be so nutballs about this.
    Feeling relieved by her self-scolding, she allowed her heavy eyelids to drop. She sent up a silent prayer for dreamless sleep.
    *   *   *
    UNFORTUNATELY, a sound night’s sleep was just not in the cards for Alice or Dylan that night.
    She startled awake at the jarring sound of a loud, high-pitched alarm. Before she could utter a single stunned syllable, she felt Dylan leap out of bed.
    â€œDylan, what the hell—”
    â€œStay right there. I
mean
it, Alice, do as I say for once,” he growled tensely. She gasped in disbelief. Did the man have night vision? How else had he known that she was untangling her legs from the sheet in order to jump up and follow him? She thoughtshe heard him moving in the room in the fractions of the seconds between the swelling shrieks of the alarm.
    She blinked when the bedside light switched on. She squinted at the vision of Dylan standing next to the bed. He’d pulled on a pair of dark gray pajama bottoms with stunning speed. His face and torso looked tense and hard as he handed her the phone.
    â€œI want you to get up and lock the door after I leave.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œThere’s someone in the house, Alice. If you don’t do exactly what I say, I swear I’ll—”
    â€œAll right, all right,” she said in a beleaguered fashion, convinced by his snarling intensity. She threw back the sheet.
    He started toward the wood-paneled door. “Call nine-one-one as soon as you lock the door after me,” he said over his shoulder. “The police should be on their way since the alarm was triggered, but see if you can have them inform the officers that I’m downstairs in the house. I don’t want to be accidentally mistaken for the intruder by the police.”
    The reality behind his words penetrated. What if the police shot Dylan? What if the burglar did?
    â€œDylan, wait,
no
—”
    â€œI can take care of myself,” he said, pausing briefly with his hand on the doorknob. “Now
lock
this door and stay in this room
until I come to get you.
I’ll be distracted if you don’t do exactly what I asked you to do.
Alice
.” He said her name like an ominous warning. She realized he saw her defiance stamped on her face. The heavy crease of worry on his brow and his fierce glare nudged at her.
    She nodded in agreement. He disappeared.
    She knew what he said was true, even if it didn’t calm her any. Dylan had grown up on the streets. He was no stranger to confrontation or violence. He was no fool. She didn’t want to be responsible for him worrying about her safety, distracting him, while he investigated the potential break-in.
    She hurried to the heavy carved door and locked it. A few minutes after she’d called nine-one-one and yanked on her robe, she heard approaching sirens mixing with the screeching alarm. She jogged to the window and pulled back the curtains, her nerves crackling in anxiety. Over the top of the long, steep road leading to the castle, she saw the pulsing reflection of red lights against the opaque night sky. Not three seconds later, two police cars topped the rise and zoomed onto the circular turnabout in front of the entrance, their sirens wailing.