The Darkest Hour by Maya Banks Read Free Book Online

triumphant smirk. “It was easy.”
    “Well goddamn,” Frank muttered. “That’s a fine waste of money.”
    Rusty shook her head. “Not for most intruders. I just happen to know my way around electronics is all.”
    “And why were you intruding here?” Frank demanded suspiciously.
    Rusty shifted uncomfortably and looked away. “I was hungry,” she muttered. “Looked as though you could afford it if I took a little.”
    “I’ll have you know I’ve worked damn hard for everything I’ve got.” He shook a finger in her direction. “That’s the problem with today’s youth—”
    “Frank, please. Don’t get started,” Marlene interjected. “You’ll give her indigestion.”
    She pulled out several containers and plunked them on the table.
    “Do you want something too, dear?”
    He just glared at her in response.
    Marlene turned her attention to Rusty as she threw together sandwiches. “Do you have a place to stay, Rusty?”
    Rusty froze, and fear returned to her eyes. “Yeah, of course I do. I’m not homeless or anything.”
    “You just don’t have food at this place to stay?” Marlene asked gently.
    Rusty’s lips came together in a firm line. Marlene put two sandwiches in front of her and then reached up into the cabinet for a glass.
    “Get her some ice, dear,” she instructed Frank.
    Frank looked annoyed, but he did as she asked, returning a second later with the glass. The ice crackled and popped when Marlene poured the tea, and she pushed the glass across the table to Rusty, who was already devouring one of the sandwiches.
    Marlene exchanged unhappy glances with Frank, who looked as moved by the sight as she felt.
    “Why don’t you stay here tonight?” Marlene offered.
    She wasn’t sure who was more shocked, Rusty or Frank. She silenced Frank with a look, then directed her gaze back to Rusty.
    “Well?”
    “Why do you want me to stay?” Rusty asked warily. “I tried to steal from you. You two aren’t into any freaky shit, are you?”
    Marlene blinked in surprise, and then her heart broke as she realized what Rusty must be thinking.
    “No, honey,” she said gently. “I’m just offering you a place to sleep and a good breakfast in the morning.”
    “But why?” Rusty blurted.
    She looked as though she wanted to cry, as if she had no idea how to deal with kindness dealt to her. Which told Marlene she’d seen far too little of it.
    “Because you look like you could use some rest and another good meal.”
    The yearning in Rusty’s eyes hit Marlene like a hammer. Lord, but she hurt for this child.
    “And what happens tomorrow? Are you going to call the police?”
    Marlene shook her head. “No, Rusty. No police. Unless you try to steal from us again. You do that, and I’ll call Sean myself. But you’re welcome to stay. And as for what happens tomorrow, why don’t we discuss that over a hot breakfast in the morning? You’ll have to pardon me for saying so, but you look dead on your feet.”
    “Uh yeah, sure, okay,” Rusty said around a mouthful of bread.
    “Don’t think I won’t be watching you,” Frank warned.
    Rusty’s nostrils flared, but she didn’t respond.
    “Go on and finish your meal, then I’ll show you to your room. You can take a bath and change into some of Rachel’s clothes I still have.”
    “Who’s Rachel?” Rusty asked.
    Marlene paused, sadness creeping into her soul. “She was my daughter-in-law,” she said quietly.
    Rusty must have sensed her misstep because she didn’t press the issue further. Instead she wolfed down the remaining bite and chased it down noisily with the tea. Afterward, she wiped at her mouth with the back of her sleeve.
    Marlene’s eyes narrowed, and Frank actually grinned. If there was one thing she didn’t tolerate, it was poor table manners. Every one of her boys had been subject to her ire at some point over the years, and as a result, they all had impeccable manners, even if they didn’t always choose to use