Dark Promise (Between Worlds #1)
Chapter One
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I dabbed more concealer on the star-like birthmark near the corner of my right eye. It was useless; cover-up seemed to melt away when I put it over the pale shape. Stupid birthmark.
I considered making it pop, like I sometimes did by drawing lines to make it look like a shooting star, or outlining it with bright eyeliner to make it stand out—not that it didn’t already stand out next to the sapphire blue of my eye and my insanely pale skin. But if I tried to actually cover it, it rebelled—almost as if it had a life of its own.
With a sigh, I carefully placed the makeup back in the medicine cabinet, making sure everything was lined up perfectly. I switched a couple tubes around until they were color coordinated, and then arranged everything to face front to back. Things that were out of place drove me crazy.
I walked back to my room and stopped at the little white desk that my dad had made for me when I started middle school. An eerie feeling came over me, like I was being watched from beyond the window. Leaning over the desk, I pushed the turquoise curtains to the side and peered out, trying to find the source, but as usual, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I shook it off and grabbed my iPhone and my early birthday present—a paisley Vera Bradley backpack. I had been bugging my mom to buy me one for months.
I hurried down the stairs and through the foyer into the kitchen. It was always bright and cheery, because the early morning sun shone right through the glass French doors and lit up the room. With the white and yellow walls, it was enough to make you feel better just by being there.
Mom stood at the dark granite island peeling an orange. She looked prettier than usual; she had her long chestnut hair pulled back with a red barrette to match the boat-neck blouse she was wearing and there was even eyeliner around her light brown eyes. She glanced up and smiled. “Good morning, Rylie.”
“Morning, Mom.” I tossed my bag on the table and walked over to the island, where I hopped up on the barstool, propping my elbows on the counter.
She handed me a wedge of the orange, and I popped it in my mouth. I took a moment to savor the juiciness, tart and sweet on my tongue. “Mmm, amazing.”
“Take it.” She pushed the plate holding the orange across the counter.
Picking up her mug, she took a sip of tea before peeling a banana, her hip propped on the counter. Even though we had a perfectly good kitchen table, my mother wasn’t one to sit there for breakfast. She liked to stand at the island with the paper spread out before her and the TV on in the background. She was one of those people that was always on the go. Healthy eating and fitness were important to her.
Me…not so much. I’d take a doughnut any day.
My father’s keys were gone from the “Home Sweet Home” hook by the door leading to the garage. He left for work earlier than I or my mom got out of bed, so most mornings we didn’t see him. He was a detective for our local police department, which meant he worked long—and sometimes odd—hours. As much as I admired his work ethic, it still sucked that he missed out on so much while I was growing up. I’d lost count of the birthdays and recitals he wasn’t there for when working on a case.
“What do you have going on today?” Mom looked up from her paper. Her eyes met mine and she gave me her full attention.
“Not much. Hanging out with Adam after school.” I swiveled off the stool and went to the stainless steel fridge, pulling out the milk. Grabbing a tall glass from the cabinet, I filled it. “We have a project to finish.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind?”
“Something for French class.” There was a loaf of bread half-sliced on the cutting board near the toaster. I dropped a couple pieces in the toaster and pushed the bar down.
“Why don’t you ask him to stay for dinner? You know we love having him.”
“Okay, I will.” It made me happy that my parents liked my boyfriend. Adam and I had been friends for a long time before he asked me to be his girlfriend only a few months before. We had always clicked, so saying yes was a no-brainer.
We were silent as I slathered butter and cinnamon on my toast and walked back to the island. I motioned to the paper with my toast before taking a bite and speaking through my mouthful. “Anything going on in the world?”
“It’s falling apart around us. Nothing new.” Mom glanced at the clock on the microwave and then shut the paper with a rustle. “I need to get going.” She slid the paper to me, put her mug in the sink, and grabbed her purse from the table.
“Have fun.” I smiled sardonically, thinking of the day my mom was about to have. She was a kindergarten teacher, and her class was a handful. Most days she came home with a headache.
“Always.” She winked and hustled out the side door into the garage. Peeking back into the kitchen one last time, she narrowed her eyes and said, “Behave.”
“Mm-hmm.” I rolled my eyes at her warning. I wasn’t exactly known for being a bad girl. In fact, I was mild compared to most of the kids I knew.
The door closed, and I was alone in the house. I finished my breakfast and rinsed the dishes before I put them in the dishwasher. A loud honk signaled my ride had arrived. I grabbed my favorite brown Converse shoes from the shoe rack, slipped them on, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and rushed out the front door.
It was going to be a gorgeous April day. We would probably get a shower later on, but for now, the sun was glorious and high, the air cool but with an expectation of warm to come. I could smell the honeysuckle vines from the backyard on the breeze.
Sierra waited in her black convertible in the driveway with the top down and the music blaring. She had the visor down and was applying lipstick, so she didn’t notice me approaching.
Sierra was my best friend in the whole world. She had dark brown hair streaked with golden highlights that she usually left down to frame her oval face, and her personality matched her car—artsy and outgoing with a little bit of a wild in her. We had been friends for as long as I could remember.
I scanned the woods as I walked to the car, remembering the feeling of being watched from earlier. Nothing unusual stood out, but a chill went down my back as if there really were eyes on me. I brushed it aside. I often had the feeling that someone was watching me, and it seemed to be happening more often lately, but I was probably just imagining it. Having a father who was a cop made me a little paranoid. He spent most of my life drilling into me that I should be aware of my surroundings at all times. Between watching the news and hearing stories from him, I knew what kind of monsters were out there.
I opened the passenger door and slid into the low seat. It felt like sitting on the ground, especially compared to my boyfriend’s big truck. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” Sierra shut the mirror on her visor and turned toward me. Her green eyes were dancing in excitement. “Your birthday is this weekend!”
“I know. It’s hard to believe,” I said absently as I turned down my own visor and checked my hair in the mirror. If I secured it back, maybe it wouldn’t be destroyed by the wind before we got to school.
“Aren’t you excited? You’ll finally be sixteen.” Sierra had turned sixteen a few months before and liked to rub it in my face.
“I’m not sure it’ll be much different than fifteen.” I wrapped my hair up in a quick bun.
“Maybe your parents will get you a car? Although that would suck. I like picking you up.” Sierra put the convertible into gear and pulled out onto the street.
“I doubt I’ll get a car. My parents aren’t loaded like yours.” I liked Sierra’s car, but it was really kinda pretentious for a teenager, I guess. The soft leather interior had heated seats and a built-in satellite radio, while most of our classmates were driving hand-me-down Hondas with dented rear bumpers. I would be lucky to get even that.
I watched out the window as the houses disappeared and the businesses became thicker and closer together. Sierra chattered nonstop the entire five-minute drive to school. I tri
ed to keep up, but it wasn’t always easy with her.
We pulled into the school parking lot and Sierra took her usual spot near the front door. As she rechecked her makeup, I got out of the car and searched the area near the stairs leading to the heavy double doors, where Adam always waited for me. My heart did a little flip-flop when I saw him.
He was sitting against the brick building, drumming his fingers on his legs while listening to music. His light brown hair hung down in his eyes and covered the ear buds in his ears, but I could see the cords dangling down his white T-shirt.
I adjusted the straps on my backpack and Sierra joined me, then we climbed the hill to the front of the school. Adam’s eyes were closed, his head leaning against the red brick building. He didn’t notice our approach, so I kicked his foot.
His green eyes opened and he grinned. “Hey, beautiful.” His voice was deep and smooth. He took the ear buds out of his ears and stood up, unfolding his long, lanky body in a graceful move that should have been illegal in its beauty. He stood almost a foot taller than me. Cupping my face with his hands, he leaned in and kissed me, slow and gentle.
My heart raced, and I pressed my body to his as I slid my hands up his chest.
“Okay, enough, get a room,” Sierra interrupted, her voice one part disgust, two parts playful.
Adam ended the kiss, and I rested my head on his chest, breathing in his warm, musky scent.
“I have something for you,” he said, his voice rumbling through me.
I stepped back, and he reached down to pick up a handful of yellow daisies near his gym bag. They were my favorite flower, and had been since I was a little girl, even though I’d heard they were technically considered a weed.
I accepted the bouquet with a laugh. “They’re beautiful. But it’s not my birthday yet.”
“I know. I saw them near my mailbox, and I couldn’t resist picking them for you.” He traced a thumb over my cheek, his fingers at the edge of my jaw. “Remember how you would make me hold the flowers for you when we were younger? We spent hours collecting them. I was like your little flower slave.” He chuckled.
“I remember.” I tiptoed to kiss him. “Thank you. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
He put his arm around me, and we all walked through the glass doors into the school. Before the first bell, the school was always chaotic and loud. There were students rushing to their first class, or hanging out with their friends in the hall, and still others were causing trouble. Our school was one of the better ones in town, so I couldn’t complain.
We walked down the large, open corridor to our gray lockers and stopped in front of them. I opened mine, shoved my backpack inside, and pulled out what I needed for first period—my biology book, a black spiral-bound notebook with a pen shoved into the spiral, and the beat-up paper folder that held almost an entire year’s worth of homework.
I slammed the locker and spun around to wait for Adam, but he was ready for me. He grabbed my books out of my hands and stacked them on his own, giving me an adorable wink.
I took his warm hand and squeezed it. He was so sweet.
We had our first class together, which I thought was the perfect way to start the day. We said goodbye to Sierra and started working our way towards the classroom.
As we dodged the usual morning madness, I said, “My mom invited you over for dinner.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Is she cooking?”
I bumped my hip against his. “She’s not that bad of a cook. If it will make you feel better, we can order in Chinese and surprise her.”
“You know I don’t mind eating your mom’s burnt cooking if it means I can spend more time with you.” Adam stopped outside the science lab and tugged on my hand until I turned to face him. “I got you something special for your birthday. I hope you like it. Took me forever to pick it out.”
“That’s not fair!” I argued, pinching his arm for effect. “You know I hate surprises, and you just have to rub it in. Give me a hint.”
“No hints. You’ll have to wait and see.” He kissed the top of my head. “And you love surprises.”
“Just one small hint, and then I’ll leave you alone,” I begged.
“Forget it. We’re going to be late.” His grin was cocky as he turned to stroll into the classroom ahead of me.
Still sulking, I plopped down in the hard plastic seat. As the teacher started droning on about phylums and kingdoms, I tried to ignore his gaze on me, but it was too hard. I rolled my eyes in his direction.
His crooked grin melted my heart. The annoyance I felt at him for holding out on me faded away. I could never stay upset at him. I couldn’t wait for the day to be over. All I could think about was spending time with Adam.
After our first class was over, I had English with Sierra. Adam walked me to class and kissed me goodbye, then rushed off to the other end of school where he had gym. I took my usual desk behind Sierra and opened my notebook.
She turned to face me and crossed her eyes. “Wake me up if I start fading.”
Mrs. Garrett surprised the class with a pop quiz over a book we were reading. I knew I wouldn’t pass, because I hadn’t even read the first page. My mom was going to kill me when she saw the grade.
After I failed miserably at five simple questions, the teacher started writing notes on the board. Already bored, I leaned over Sierra’s shoulder to admire her artwork. She called it “doodling,” but there was a lot of artistic talent to it. I’d always been envious—I could barely make a stick figure.
After a few minutes of craning my neck, I sat back and picked at the strings hanging off my jeans, trying to make figures out of the clouds outside the window. School was boring, and time seemed to drag so slow. I couldn’t wait for summer break, which was still weeks away. The only good thing was having classes with my friends.
When the last bell of day went off, a collective sigh of relief could be heard throughout the school. I gathered my things and hurried to my locker, where I threw a couple of books into my backpack. I smiled when I felt Adam’s presence behind me. He moved my hair and lightly kissed my neck.
“You’re so mean.” I groaned.
“It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands off you,” Adam whispered in my ear, sending goose bumps across my skin.
I turned around and stared into his pale green eyes, and heat rose in my cheeks. “My parents won’t be home for a while. I told them we were going to be working on a project together.”
“What are we standing here for? Let’s go.” Adam draped his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of school, a comfortable, familiar feeling. I always felt so lucky to be his girlfriend. He could have anyone he wanted, but he had chosen me.