Keeper vs. Reaper (Graveyard Guardians Book 1) by Jennifer Malone Wright Read Free Book Online

stuck it back inside his trench coat. “Well, I’m not hanging around to find out how special any of you are. Catch y’all later.”
    “Dan,” Lucy reached out and grasped the sleeve of his coat, “don’t go. You can’t drive like this.”
    He yanked his arm from her grip. “I’m fine.”
    “You’re not fine.” Dan reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and tossed them on the table. “It’s not worth fighting with you guys,” he sneered. “I’ll fucking walk.” With that, Lucy and the rest of her family watched him stagger out the back door and into the darkness.
    Lucy shook her head in frustration and worry. Dan was becoming progressively worse since their dad died. “I can’t go up there right now. I have to go patrol in a little while.”
    James waved at her. “Steph and I can go patrol while you’re up there. You can take over whenever you’re done.”
    Lucy looked to Greg and he shrugged. “We should probably go now, while we’re all here.”
    “Yeah, that seems most logical.”
    Ethan stood up and moved to her side. “I’m coming up with you.”
    Looking from her brother to Ethan, Lucy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “All right then, let’s go see what kind of legend I am supposed to be.”

 
     
     
     
    Jack sat on the mountain until nightfall. He had lounged on the hood of his truck and watched the sun go down in a glorious picture of orange, red and pink. It was perfect, but was all too soon replaced with darkness as the curtain of night drew itself over the earth.
    It was lonely as fuck.
    Reluctantly he began his trip back over the mountain. After about ten minutes , he figured he should probably get the call to his mother over with before she started with the harassing phone calls.
    He plugged his Bluetooth into his ear and poked at the image of his mother on the front of his phone. The phone rang so long he thought for a moment that it would dump into voice mail and he would have to leave her a message about the Keepers.
    Eventually she answered. “Jackson.”
    “Hey Mom.”
    “Is it done?”
    “That’s actually why I called. I can’t take care of it tonight.”
    A long sigh from his mother and he could just see her sitting in her uncomfortable fucking straight back chair she loved so much, shaking her head in disgust at her incompetent son. Surrounded by all the delicate perfection that their home was made of , he knew she was wondering how in the hell their son turned out so imperfect.
    “And why exactly would that be?” she questioned.
    “The old man Keeper, his funeral was today. The whole town is crawling with Keepers.” He paused, waiting for a response from her. When she said nothing, he continued. “It would be a suicide mission to attempt it tonight.”
    Finally she answered him, her voice cold and unfeeling. “Very well, tomorrow then.”
    God , this woman was exasperating. “Mom, trust me. I’ll get the job done, but I will take care of it when I feel the time is right to do it.”
    “I said very well, do not disappoint me, Jackson.”
    For fucks sake.
    “Love you too mom. I’ll talk to you later.” He punched the end call button and ripped the Blue-tooth out of his ear. His mom was a bitch. His dad was a dick. And they wondered why he was such a fuck up … um, kettle...black. Yeah.
    The rest of the drive was spent speeding over the mountain, taking the corners way too fast and not giving a shit if he flipped his truck and died a horrendous, bloody death.
    Later, the truck tires crunched over the loose gravel driveway leading to his little house and he wished that there were some kind of light illuminating it. He had also left all the house and porch lights off, so the whole place was completely enveloped in darkness. He set the truck into park and sat there for a few minutes staring at the dark shadow of a house and then, in a spur of the moment decision, he shifted to reverse. “Fuck this,” he muttered and carefully backed out of