NOT DEAD YET: A Lucy Hart, DEATHDEALER Novel (Book Two) by Eva Sloan, Alice Bello Read Free Book Online

being angry with her—she’d nearly gotten them both killed!  Truly, she had tried staying angry with the girl.  But she felt sorry for her, too sorry to hold a grudge.  After all, even if Lucy knew the burn and sting of having one of her parents abandon her, she certainly had no idea what having both parents gone for all time would be like.  She did know, though, that she would do a hell of a lot more than just trick someone to bring back her mother, her stupid brother, and most certainly her Gram... even her absentee father. 
    She’d move heaven and earth to bring them back... to protect them.  So she soon fell into liking the Goth-makeup wearing, pink and black haired Wiccan who lived just next door.
    They’d gone to a couple of movies, and bowling. Of all the low-rent, bizarre things Lucy had ever imagined doing—she’d actually worn rented shoes, and had ruined her manicure rolling heavy, tri-holed balls down a worn wooden lane to try and knock down a bunch of pins that made Lucy think more of little albino penguins than sporting equipment. 
    Yet when Lucy finally got the cotton candy pink ball to stay out of the gutter and made her very first strike, she had to admit, bowling was fun.
    And so, when Lucy asked Abbey to go shopping with her—her usual shopping partner and maid of honor, Elaina Enoch, was inundated with planning her up-and-coming bridal shower—she’d felt ridiculously grateful that Abbey had said yes.  It wasn’t until Abbey had directed them to a dark little shop on the wrong side of San Bernardino that Lucy thought to herself, What the hell?
    The windows were blacked out, so Lucy didn’t see any samples of their merchandise until they were both in the front door.  The first item that caught Lucy’s eye was a gorgeous tan leather jacket that was elegantly tailored and made of the softest, butteriest leather she’d ever seen.  That boded well.  But what didn’t bode well was what she saw next.  The next mannequin sported not only a black leather corset/bustier, but a strap on facsimile of a man’s rather large erection...   in shiny black latex. 
    The upfront placement of such a shocking tableau made her stop in her tracks, and then take one large, frightened step back. 
    “Oh my god... that isn’t what I think it is, is it?”      
    Abbey swung around and frowned at Lucy, and then gave the phallus adorned mannequin a cursory glance. “Not very life-like, but I imagine it would get the job done.”
    Lucy’s jaw dropped, and she stared at her funky Goth-chick friend with naked disbelief.  “Since when are you... you know!”  Lucy couldn’t bring herself to say it.  Though Abbey seemed like a wild child, she had always assumed that they shared being a virgin. 
    Abbey’s frown deepened and her eyebrows furrowed as she gazed quizzically at Lucy.  And then her brows shot up and her mouth formed a perfect O.
    “By the goddess, Lucy... are you insane?”  She spun around in circles for a few beats as she pulled madly at the pompom-like pigtails on either side of her head.  She actually growled.
    At that moment Lucy felt something... something powerful, but fleeting.  And it was definitely familiar—something dark and sweet and very familiar.  But before Lucy could pin it down, it stopped, receding as quickly as it came. 
    And with it, Abbey stopped, shook her head as if literally shaking bad thoughts from her skull, and she then shot Lucy with a shocked, googly-eyed gaze.
    “Internet porn, you dope!”
    “Internet porn?”  Lucy echoed.
    Abbey rolled her eyes.  “You know, X-tube, that sort of thing.  Saves me from having ‘The Talk’ with Gran.  Plus I know ahead of time what I’m in for.”
    “Oh... ” Lucy sighed.  She was so out of her depth when it came to talking about sex.  Sure she used to trash talk with the best of them at her old high school.  Back then she’d been amoral, cruel, manipulative, and vicious. 
    And lying to