Willow (Blood Vine Series) by Amy Richie Read Free Book Online Page B

going to tell me where you are taking me?”
                  “To your uncle’s.”
                  “I have an uncle?” His teeth flashed.
                  “As you know, it’s important that we keep up our human facades.” Actually, I didn’t know this; Bella’s boys hadn’t been human for a while and they were fine. Eventually there came a time in every wolf’s life when they had to choose; but I understood well enough to nod. He was studying the road ahead of us so I wasn’t sure if he saw me or not.
                  He stopped in the middle of the road and backed up a few feet. “Ah, here we are,” he said happily. He turned his sleek black car into an almost invisible driveway.
                  I peered around anxiously. Bella had lived close to the woods but Blake was taking me into the woods. So much for a human façade. I had never lived like a wolf before and if he thought for a second that I …
                  I sucked in a small breath when the trees suddenly fell away and opened up to a very small wooden cottage. Relief flooded me. Although it was better than the woods, it certainly wasn’t much. The place had obviously been abandoned for years. Weeds grew up wildly all around the wooden structure and it looked like all the windows were broken out. I could see where someone had been clearing out the taller grass. Probably Blake.
                  “So I am going to live out here by myself? Is there even any electricity? I can probably survive without the Internet for a few months but running water and electricity are a must have.”
                  “Of course there’s running water and electricity.” He grinned but his demeanor had changed. He seemed nervous, like he was ready to bolt. “You won’t be living out here alone, either. I told you, you’re staying with your uncle.”
                  “Are you sure he’ll fit in there with me?”
                  “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
                  “I try.”
                  “Come on, I’ll show you your room.”
                  “I have a room?” I followed him quickly.
                  Inside the cabin was different than I had imagined. It seemed much bigger inside than it had outside. There was a small kitchen with two stools pulled up to the bar that separated it from the living room. The living room was a spacious room with two couches and a large TV set.
                  “Do we have cable?”
                  “DVDs.” I smiled. “There’s the bathroom.” He knocked on a closed door as we passed it for another closed door down a short, narrow passageway. “And this is your room,” he announced dramatically. He opened the door and stepped back so I could go in first. I rolled my eyes but managed to squeeze past him. “I’ll get your bags,” he whispered.
                  My room was an addition to the original cabin, one not visible from the driveway. The walls were painted pink with overlapping hearts stenciled in a darker shade of pink. A pink comforter was tucked perfectly around a full sized bed. The bed was shoved against the far wall to allow for more room to move around. I was horrified to realize that even the carpet was a light pink color.
                  An array of gadgets that I had no clue how to use littered the top of the long dresser, which held a huge mirror on top. I opened the closet, expecting to be insulted with more pink, but it was a simple affair. A single white shelf with a metal rod for hanging clothes.
                  The best part of the entire room was the enormous window that took up most of the south wall. A large window seat beckoned me forward. I pressed my knees into the soft fabric - forgiving it for being pink - and pulled the thick curtains