I touched my glasses, realizing I’d completely forgotten I had them on. I only wear them when I’m working. I guess Leo has never seen me with them, because when we were together, I didn’t really work.
I hear sounds coming from the other side of the wall-Leo must be in his room. As I open my suitcase to find clothes to wear, I hear the shower turn on in his bathroom. For some reason, that makes my heart rate increase.
What the hell is wrong with me? I shake my head and try to focus, but my mind keeps drifting back there, conjuring images of Leo in the shower.
No, no, no. That’s not going to happen. I need to get out of this room now. I grab a pair of black fitted jeans and a blue top. I quickly put them on, run a brush through my hair, and pull it up into a ponytail. I apply some lip gloss and touch up my mascara. I grab a purse, putting in my wallet, phone, and AirPods, then I run out of the room like a bat out of hell.
I’m so distracted that I almost run into Freya.
“Hey, Lena. Are you okay?” she asks, sounding worried.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I tell her, trying to calm down.
“Are you sure? You look flushed,” she says, eyeing me intently.
“Yeah, I’m good. It was probably the hot water I used to wash my face,” I explain.
She seems to buy it, but just then, Leo opens his door and steps out, wearing only a towel. Water drips from his hair, down his torso, and over his well-defined V.
“Is everything alright?” he asks, and I’m too stunned to even answer.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Lena and I were just talking,” Freya tells him.
“Okay, I’ll be out soon,” he says, then looks at me and gives me a smirk before closing the door.
I turn to look at Freya, and she just smiles. “Hey, you’ll get no judgment from me. He might be my brother, but even I can admit that he’s hot,” she says as she takes my hand, and we walk to the patio to take our seats and wait for Leo.
“Yeah, I guess that’s it,” I say, but for some reason, I don’t even believe my own words.
“So, this Vincent guy, your friend. What can you tell me about him?” I ask her.
“I know you’re trying to be polite and not ask the question flat out, but I’ll answer it for you. Vincent doesn’t hate werewolves. The ones he does hate or have a problem with are the ones who have crossed him. He’s not into all this generational hate that’s been passed down by our ancestors,” she explains to me.
“Okay, okay, that’s good. I was worried he wouldn’t help us,” I tell her.
“Oh, even if he didn’t want to, he has no choice. I helped him out of a tight bind a couple of years ago, so he owes me.”
Lena’s POV
Leo joined us, and we left the house. He’s had this smug look on his face ever since we left, and I’m sure he caught me ogling him. But it’s not my fault-it’s my wolf. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she seems to have forgotten that we don’t like Leo. I’m going to have a serious talk with her when we get back to the house.
Thankfully, Leo offered to drive, and Freya is up front with him. My wolf is quiet for now.
The drive from the house to the chapel takes about twenty minutes. The chapel can only be described as gothic. It has stone statues of angels and gargoyles that make you feel like they’re watching you. And, of course, the stained glass windows and the bell tower on top.
We get out of the car, and I suddenly get a very weird feeling. “Sorry to say, but does anyone else feel off about this place?” I ask both Leo and Freya.
“Those are the spirits,” Freya says, like it’s something normal.
“I’m sorry, what spirits?” I ask her.
“Remember when I told you that Vincent owed me one?” she asks.
“Yeah, I remember,” I reply.
“Well, a couple of years ago, an altar server went mad and slaughtered all the other altar servers and everyone in the church at the time. When he was done, he killed himself. Now, the thing is, this altar server was human, and Vincent had a hard time figuring out how a good boy like that could just suddenly snap. So, I helped him figure it out. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is that the feeling you have is because of the spirits that still cling to the chapel. Their lives were cut short so quickly and suddenly, they haven’t found peace,” Freya explains to us as she starts walking toward the chapel. Leo and I follow behind her.
My hand brushes against Leo’s, and it’s like a bolt of electricity goes through me. I quickly shift back, and the way he looks at me, I’m pretty sure he felt it too. What the hell is going on?
Freya pushes open the double doors, and we step inside. The chapel looks like a chapel-candles are lit all around, and there are actually some people in the pews, praying.
We continue walking until we reach the front, where a man is lighting a candle. When he’s done, he turns around to face us with a smile on his face.
“Freya, right on time,” he says as he hugs her. I can hear Leo growl by my side.
“Vincent, thank you so much for meeting with me on such short notice,” she says as he lets go of the hug.
“Of course,” he replies.
“This is my long-lost brother, Leo, and this is his friend, Lena. Guys, this is Vincent,” Freya makes the introductions.
Vincent shakes Leo’s hand first, then shakes mine. Something I don’t understand happens. His grip tightens, and then his pupils roll into the back of his eyes, leaving them entirely white. He starts mumbling words I don’t understand.
“Freya, what the hell is happening?” I ask, my voice laced with fear.
Leo tries to loosen Vincent’s grip on my hand, but Freya stops him. “No, you can’t do that. He’s having a vision. You can’t separate them,” Freya says.
Suddenly, his words become coherent, but I still don’t understand what he’s trying to say.
“FATES CHANGED, SWITCHED, LIVES COLLIDED. THEY ARE NOT WHO THEY SEEM TO BE.”
Those are the words he keeps repeating, over and over again. Then, all of a sudden, he takes in a huge breath and lets go of my hand. He opens his eyes, and now he’s looking at me the way I look at specimens in my lab.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Who are you?” he asks me.
“I’m Lena Everhart,” I reply, and it’s starting to feel weird the way he’s looking at me.
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