The Vampire Diaries: The Salvation: Unseen by L. J. Smith, Aubrey Clark Read Free Book Online Page B

now,” Elena said after a moment.
    Stefan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing belatedly that Jack must think they were crazy. But his gaze remained polite and attentive.
    Meredith came back in from the kitchen with a washcloth, brushing past Bonnie and Matt, and sat down between Jack and Elena to dab carefully at the blood on Elena’s forehead. “It looks like the cut’s all healed up,” she said. “And your pupils are normal, so you’re probably not concussed anymore.”
    “Score one for the amazing properties of vampire blood,” Elena said, smiling up at Stefan.
    Stefan flinched backward, feeling his eyes widen. Meredith frowned in surprise, and Bonnie looked up from the floor by the couch where she was going through a bag of herbs, her mouth open in surprise. Matt had been worrying silently in the side armchair nearby, but now he unclenched his jaw to protest, “Elena …”
    “It’s okay,” Elena said, tipping her head back to smile reassuringly up at Stefan. “Jack knows all about us. He was following me because he wants to talk to us.”
    A chill ran through Stefan—
all
about them?—and he felt his eyes narrow suspiciously. In a second, he was looming over Jack. Grabbing the front of his shirt, he yanked him to his feet. “You were
following
her?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
    Jack held up his hands. “Wait,” he told Stefan, “I’m on your side. I helped Elena.”
    “I have to ask,” Meredith said dryly, folding the washcloth and dropping it on the coffee table. “If you weren’t the one who tampered with Elena’s car, how did you know it was going to blow up?”
    Jack chuckled and leaned back, pulling his shirt out of Stefan’s hands. “I like you,” he told Meredith. “I bet your dad’s really proud of you.”
    Before Meredith could snap a reply—after all, Stefan thought, it was a patronizing thing to say—Jack raised his hands and crooked his pinkie fingers together, balling his other fingers into fists and bringing his thumbs together above them to make a triangle.
    The sign meant nothing to Stefan, but Meredith gasped. “You’re a hunter,” she said, in a far less confrontational voice. “You know my father?”
    Jack smiled. “Not personally, no. He doesn’t have contact with hunters anymore; I guess you know that. But ’Nando Sulez is a legend. It’s an honor to meet his daughter.”
    The hard line of Meredith’s mouth softened in surprise, and Stefan backed off a little, still suspicious. “The fact that you’re a vampire hunter hardly gives me a reason to trust you,” he said. Elena reached a hand out to touch his leg, her thumb running comfortingly across his calf.
    “It’s okay,” she said softly. “I’ve looked at Jack’s aura. He’s good.”
    Sighing, Stefan thought about all the ways that someone could be a good person and still want to kill vampires. Still, he had to trust Elena: Her instincts about people had always been sound, even before her Guardian Powers were awakened. “You haven’t answered the question,” he said to Jack, keeping his voice polite. “How did you know the car was going to explode?”
    “My team—there are quite a few of us in town now—we know how powerful Elena’s blood is, that it’s the only real threat to the Old Ones.” Jack’s eyes flicked around the group. “When we realized that Solomon was headed for Dalcrest, we assumed he was coming to eliminate Elena. And when I saw Elena’s car crash, I felt sure that Solomon was involved. It seemed smartest for her to get away from the car.”
    “Wait a second. Who is Solomon?” Bonnie asked. Elena’s white cat, Sammy, had stretched out on his back in her lap. Bonnie rubbed his belly without looking down at him, her fingers twining through his fur affectionately.
    “Solomon’s an Old One,” Jack said heavily. “Maybe the last of the Old Ones.”
    Stefan’s heart sank. Elena had been right; there was always danger. How naive of him to think that,