Seeking Her by Cora Carmack Read Free Book Online Page B

to the person behind me and said, “Go ahead. I need to, uh . . .” I held up my phone as an explanation.
    I don’t think the person behind me spoke English, but when I gestured for him to pass me again, he did.
    Kelsey handed over some cash to the attendant, and he handed her a ticket in exchange. After retrieving her change, she nodded and then walked away. Her attendant waved me forward, and I hesitated for just a moment, making sure Kelsey was out of hearing range.
    “Same as my friend in front of me,” I said.
    “Excuse me?” the man asked, his accent thick.
    “I’m with the girl you just helped.”
    “Ah,” the man nodded. I just hoped he didn’t look behind me to see that Kelsey was long gone because that would certainly make him suspicious. “As I told her, there are no more sleepers for this train, only regular seats.”
    “That’s fine.”
    “I also can’t get you beside her. The nearest seat is a few rows back.”
    “That’s great,” I said a little too quickly. I hadn’t thought about what would have happened if he’d sat me right beside her. But for once, the universe seemed on my side.
    “All the way to Belgrade, yes?”
    I nodded. “Yes, that’s right.” Where was Belgrade again? Serbia?
    Just for once, it would be great if Kelsey would choose a country that I knew at least a little bit about.
    I handed over a credit card in exchange for the tickets.
    It looked like we’d be changing trains twice, both times in Bulgaria before heading into Serbia.
    At least tonight would be a change of routine from our regular nighttime adventures.
    M Y BREAK FROM the clubs, however, was short-lived. As a city, Belgrade wasn’t the most visually attractive place we’d been to so far. Most of the buildings were boxy and gray. But as it turned out, Belgrade was like the Eastern European epicenter of clubbing or something. That’s where the city really hit its stride.
    Unfortunate for me.
    The first night we hit a place near Kelsey’s hostel (this time, I went back to my original method of staying nearby). It wasn’t dissimilar from the places Kelsey had visited so far, but everything about the place was louder—the music, the neon, the outfits. It was like the dial had been turned up on everything.
    Including the women. I had never seen so many beautiful women in my life. Most of them were almost as tall as me (especially considering that nearly all were wearing heels). They had long dark hair, tanned skin, and a penchant for revealing clothing. I wasn’t sure if that was just because of the summer heat or the style. Either way, I wasn’t complaining. And when Kelsey started dressing to match, she definitely got her fair share of attention.
    Her pale head stood out in the sea of dark skin and hair, and I watched men’s eyes follow her everywhere we went.
    The men . . . well, they made it pretty easy for me to blend in. I’d say more than half of them had buzz cuts like mine. I fit in so easily that people were shocked when they realized I was American.
    On our second day in Belgrade, I spent the afternoon hoping Kelsey would find something else to do that night.
    I’d hit my one-year mark and adopted a Serbian dinar as a replacement for the chip I would have gotten if I were back home. If there was ever a night that I deserved to have free of temptation, this was it. I’d thought reaching this milestone would make things easier. I could only liken it to climbing a cliff just to stand at the top and discover another one stretching up in front of you.
    Was this what every year would feel like? Was this what the rest of my life would feel like? One goddamn cliff after another?
    I wanted to do absolutely nothing. I wanted to hide out in my hotel room, in the dark, and maybe break a few things. But when Kelsey stepped out of her hostel that night in a glittering black strapless dress, I knew I wasn’t going to get my wish. I pulled on some leather shoes and a button-up shirt. That was about