Stalking Dead (Vampire Hunter Book 2) by S.C. Reynolds Read Free Book Online

walking up the stairs.
    I didn’t answer, too engrossed in my own thoughts. I should have blurted it out then, not given him the chance to put me off.

Chapter 14
    Henry came back downstairs after his shower and sat down next to me on the couch.
    Say it. Say the words. “Your dad is gay.”
    I opened my mouth to speak.
    “So I’ve got to tell you something,” Henry started. He sounded nervous. His face was flushed.
    “Um, okay,” I said, confused.
    “I kind of failed calculus this semester.”
    Huh? That was the last thing I’d expected him to say.
    “But Henry, you’re a math whiz!” I said in surprise.
    “I know, I know. That’s why I thought it would be okay to skip that class, um, occasionally.”
    “I heard Tad say that night at Lucas’ house that he’d missed you in class. Why are you skipping classes? That’s not like you!”
    “I know! ” Henry said again. “But it was for a good reason. And I figured I could easily catch up, since I’ve always been so good at Math before.” Henry looked sheepish.
    “Good reason?” I echoed.
    “Yes.” Henry leaned forward excitedly. “Now, I know you might be skeptical – God knows I would have been before all of this – but I figured we needed all of the help we could get. And, I was more than a little concerned about Lucas’ true intentions when you first met him.”
    “I thought we got past that,” I said impatiently.
    “We did. Let me finish. So anyway,” Henry continued, “I found out about a psychic who specializes in paranormal stuff.”
    “Now before you start with the crystal ball jokes, let me tell you this guy’s legit,” Henry said before I could interject.
    I raised my eyebrows but didn’t comment.
    “His name is Emmett; he’s a professor at the university. He just does this psychic/medium stuff on the side.”
    “So he talks to dead people?” I questioned. This was getting better and better.
    “Not exactly. He has feelings about things. He can tell you stuff that he shouldn’t know.”
    “And you cut class to meet him?”
    “I did a few times, yeah.”
    “Hmm.”
    “What are you thinking ?” Henry asked me. “I was sure you were going to give me a hard time about trusting a psychic.”
    “Well,” I said slowly, “I would have before. But I don’t know what to believe about anything anymore.”
    “Good.” Henry nodded. “I’m glad you’re being open-minded.”
    “But why didn’t you tell me when you first contacted him?” It was true I had kept some secrets from Henry, but I had no idea he was keeping any from me .
    “I didn’t know how you’d react, and I didn’t know if it would pan out. I figured you – both of us, really – have enough on our minds.”
    You got that right. But aloud I just said, “What did Emmett tell you?”
    “The first time I met him was at your grave. He didn’t know anything about the situation. I had just called and told him I wanted to hire him, that I needed information about my friend who died last year.”
    “So when we met at the grave,” Henry continued, “he immediately told me that you weren’t in it.”
    “That is impressive,” I admitted. “So he really didn’t know I was back at that point?”
    “Nope. Then I told him about you waking up in your grave.”
    “What did he say?” I demanded.
    “Well, that was just the first meeting. He said he had to think on things.”
    “ Pfft. That’s lame,” I said.
    “ But he called me the next day to meet him again. He doesn’t like talking on the phone. Doesn’t believe it’s safe to talk freely.”
    “I hope he’s not some crazy conspiracy theorist,” I said warily.
    “He’s a normal guy. You should meet him. I’m sure he’d love to meet you.”
    “Anyway, getting back to the point,” Henry continued. “The next time I talked to Emmett, he knew a lot more. He said you were involved with someone who wasn’t human, either. That this creature was trying to help you. And that he wouldn’t hurt