It’s better this way.
“Your father’s working late again,” she says, and I can hear the disappointment in her voice. He’s been working so much at the new job that we barely see him. Of course, she barely sees me anymore, either. And now Thane won’t even be around to keep her from feeling lonely. I hope he comes home soon.
She asks, “Would you mind taking out the trash?”
Hanging my wet towel on the stove handle, I say, “No problem.”
I’m gone so much lately; the least I can do is help out with chores when I’m here. I start for the trash can but then turn back. Walking up behind Mom, I wrap my arms around her waist. “I love you.”
She turns around in my arms, wrapping her own around my shoulders. “I love you too, Grace.”
I pull away when I feel tears tingle in my eyes. Don’t want her thinking I’m upset when I’m really not. Could a girl get any luckier? I have two parents and a brother who love me as much as humanly possible. I’ve been—whether they like it or not—reunited with my two long-lost sisters. And I’m a bit of a mythological superhero who keeps the world safe from monsters.
Even dragging a big bag of garbage to the huge bins behind our apartment building can’t sink my mood or my determination to make everything work out okay with my sisters. And I have a date with Milo! If I weren’t below a whole bank of bedroom windows, I’d shout that news into the night.
I’m so caught up in my mental cheering that I don’t hear a sound in the alley. The smell radiating from the garbage overpowers any other odors on the air. It’s not until I sense a shadow passing over me, blocking the glow from the streetlight above, that I know I’m not alone.
I spin around just as the enormous bear rears up, its huge, meaty paws swiping down through the air toward my neck. I feel the scrape of claw against skin. A scream catches in my throat.
Chapter 24
Greer
Good riddance to would-be sisters, I think as I unbuckle the ankle straps on my new shoes. I had a voice mail from Kelly Anne letting me know she charged my account and that I can come by anytime to pick up my espadrilles. These really are the most comfortable heels ever. I skipped the bus home from the sushi bar, opting to walk off my frustration instead. Between getting myself to Gretchen’s loft and back home, I must have walked three miles in them, and my feet feel as fresh as ever.
I’m glad to be done with those freak girls. I don’t want sisters, I don’t need sisters. And I definitely don’t need to hunt monsters for the rest of my life.
“As if I have time for that.”
How ridiculously depressing to look forward to that never-ending future. I really feel sorry for them.
Opening my closet, I slide the new strappy sandals into the spot vacated by my Bay-sunk Jimmy Choos.
I smile wryly at the memory of my unexpected swim in the Bay. If I’m being truly honest with myself—and I try very hard to be—I have to admit it was a bit of a thrill. Holding on to that serpent tail for dear life, I felt . . . invincible. Like I could take on any mythological creature that gets thrown my way.
Most of my life is barely a challenge. Having to actually fight for something felt, well, it made me feel like I’d actually accomplished something. I’d never felt that way before.
I’ve replayed the battle in my head a hundred times, and every time I change the course of events a little bit. Sometimes Grace is the one getting splashed into the Bay. Sometimes I’m the one who bites the creature in the neck. Every time we’re victorious.
And every time I’m energized by our success.
This time, in the mental replay, the fight concludes with a group hug shared by me and my sisters.
“My sisters,” I whisper.
I picture Gretchen, looking all gruff and tough in her leather and cargos. She’s had a tough life, I can tell, and I don’t even know anything about her. Maybe I misjudged her at first. When they first showed up here, I had no idea what kind of craziness she has to face on a daily basis. She’s basically giving up a chance at a normal life to keep the unsuspecting populace safe from monsters they can’t even see.
I can’t help but admire that kind of sacrifice.
And then there’s Grace. Cute, sweet, good-girl Grace. She’s the girl-next-door type, the kind who gets to be friends with cute boys and is always a teacher’s favorite. She might not be the most bold or confident or aggressive type, but she’s just as willing as Gretchen to dive headlong into this world of monster hunting. I’m sure she’s scared, but she doesn’t show it. Much.
And they’re my sisters. My identical flesh and blood. I’ve never had anyone but Mother and Dad, and, to be honest, they are barely around enough to feel like family. What would it be like to have Gretchen and Grace in my life? To feel like I truly belong, without having to be the best or the prettiest or the smartest girl in the room to win their approval? We share a genetic code and a mythological legacy. I belong just . . . because.
A tight feeling fills my chest, and my stomach sinks. As much as I try to keep emotion out of my life, I’m not completely immune. I know what this feeling means.
“Sugar,” I mutter.
I thought I could just walk away, but my heart has other ideas. My heart knows that I belong side by side with my sisters. I have a duty, a responsibility I can’t deny. Although I’d like to think my walking away from that table, following Gretchen out the door and leaving Grace sitting alone, is the end of the story, I know my conscience won’t let that happen.