Reawakening by K. L. Kreig Read Free Book Online

would have been in contact or back to see her before now. Didn’t it figure she’d have to majorly crush on someone who didn’t reciprocate?
    Her mind played a never-ending game of sabotage between what she’d come to refer to as her Rosie and Nancy alter egos.
    Rosie, ever the optimistic rainbow and baby kitty lover, was positive, naïve and idealistic.
    Nancy, the sky is falling ho from the wrong side of the tracks, was cynical, distrusting and surly. For the past several days, the conversation between the two had gone something like this:
    Rosie: He’s a lord. He’s probably very busy.
    Nancy: Not too ‘busy’ to satisfy his carnal needs with another bitch’s body.
    Rosie: But didn’t you see the way he stared at me?
    Nancy: Duh. You have a beating heart and a pussy. His only two requirements.
    Rosie: He looked at me like I was his .
    Nancy: Yes, you stupid girl. His next meal.
    Rosie: It’s only been a week.
    Nancy: It’s been a week. Time to put on your ‘big girl’ pants, Sarah. You’re just another nameless, faceless piece of ass with all the right proportions, but he’s simply not interested.
    She wanted to stab Nancy repeatedly with a dull butter knife, but at the same time put a cattle prod to Rosie. Both were extremists and the truth probably fell somewhere in the middle. At the end of the day, she was making excuses for him and like her dad always said, “Excuses are like assholes. Everyone’s got one.”
    Ugh . She was acting like a rookie stalker and just needed to go to bed.
    Settling on a Harlan Coben novel about a man’s missing wife who is really alive, she turned back around to exit the library, but was startled to see Giselle standing in the doorway, watching her. She jumped slightly and didn’t miss the slight smirk that had turned up one side of her mouth. Sour was the first word that came to mind. Maybe Kate wasn’t too off the mark after all.
    “Shit, Giselle,” she gasped, grabbing her chest. “Announce yourself next time for Christ’s sake.” And did Giselle’s presence mean the meeting was over or hadn’t begun yet?
    Giselle sauntered into the library, glancing at the book Sarah now held in her hand. “Like a good mystery, do you?”
    What. The. Hell?
    Giselle had never initiated conversation with Sarah before, choosing to pretend she didn’t exist instead. And tonight she was in no mood to play cat and mouse with the ice queen, as Kate so ‘lovingly’ referred to her. Sarah knew which character she played and wasn’t about to be lured into Giselle’s trap with sweet smelling, innocuous peanut butter. Which was where this discussion was headed.
    “What do you want, Giselle?”
    “It’s not what I want, but you want, Sarah.”
    When she was growing up, her family loved games. Cards, chess, board games. You name it, they played it, and so the one thing she’d mastered was the poker face. One summer she’d won fifteen dollars and eighty-three cents from her friends playing poker.
    Hey, she was eleven … that was a lot of money to an eleven year old.
    Giselle was dangling something in front of her, but she couldn’t figure out what that ‘something’ was. One thing she did know was that she needed to maintain the upper hand and was suddenly thankful for having such great parents that’d taught her valuable life lessons, whether they’d intended to or not.
    “And what do I want?” she asked with contrived interest.
    “Information.”
    “About?”
    “Short term memory problems, Sarah?”
    Sarah stood silently. Talking in circles was something Giselle was exceptionally talented at. Guess she’d had a lot of years to polish that skill to shiny perfection.
    Sarah moved to make her way around Giselle. She wasn’t playing her fucking head games tonight. She was halfway to the door when Giselle spoke behind her.
    “Have you forgotten our conversation from yesterday already?”
    Her heritage. Nope, she hadn’t forgotten.
    “Why?” she asked as she turned