Daggers & Dresses (Enlighten Series Book 2)(8)

By: Kristin D. Van Risseghem

“Until next time, Zoe. It was definitely nice to meet you.”

Then I distinctly heard him whisper, “Finally.”

As I walked back to my house, my mind was busy with questions. Had I heard him correctly? Had he really said “finally,” or had I just imagined it? Chills ran down my spine.

Chapter Four


I OPENED THE FRONT door and walked straight to my bedroom in a daze. Aiden was so different from Shay, but he looked similar, and he had the same taste in movies. Plus, he was hot like Shay. And there was a dangerous edge to Aiden that didn’t exist in Shay. I walked to my window and zipped the blinds closed. I looked between the slats toward Aiden’s room, and was taken aback to see him standing there, looking back at me. He raised his hand, so I opened my window and sat on the sill.

“Howdy, stranger. Long time no see,” he said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be unpacking?”

“Yeah, but it can wait. It’ll still be there when I get to it.”

Gravel crunched on my driveway, and we both turned our heads to see my dad pulling in. After he parked, he waved at me, and then looked toward Aiden’s house.

“Hi. I’m Kevin,” he called to Aiden. “Zoe’s dad. You just move in?”

“Yes, sir. Name’s Aiden. My sister and I arrived this morning.”

“Ah, welcome to the neighborhood.” Dad turned toward the door, but before he went inside, he looked up at me and whispered, “Zoe, be careful.” Then he winked and walked into the house.

Was he telling me to be careful because I was sitting on the window? Or was it because of Aiden? It was strange. Just like Mom, he didn’t seem to be acting like himself. I swore aliens had taken over my parents’ minds.

“Your dad seems nice,” Aiden said, breaking into my thoughts.

“Yeah, he is. He’ll ask you a bunch of questions about your car, if you get him on that topic.”

“You don’t have a car? Do you have a license?”

“I have a license, but no car ... yet.”

He hesitated. “If you could have any car in the world, which would you pick?”

Hadn’t we already had this conversation? Oh wait, that was last week with my boyfriend. Boys and their toys.

“Bentley convertible.”

“Nice. Nice pick.”

“And you?”

“I already have her.”

“You have a name for her?”


“Zoe,” Dad said from my doorway. “Do you need to pack for the weekend? Mom said that you’re going to Kier—”

“Oh crap,” I said. “Yes.” I turned back to Aiden. “I gotta go. See ya.”

“Bye, Zoe,” Aiden said. “For now.”

I waved again, closing my window and feeling more than a little unsettled.

I found a duffle bag from the walk-in closet and started sorting through potential clothes to wear to Vash’s, but I wasn’t sure what to bring. After all I’d never been to a pack’s territory. I dug around the bathroom cabinets and found a small, pink cosmetic bag I’d forgotten about, and I loaded it with soap, shampoo, conditioner, and makeup.

When I stepped back into my room, my heart just about stopped. Sidelle lay sprawled across my bed. I still hadn’t gotten used to her poofing in and out, which she seemed to be doing every chance she got now that her cover was blown, and I knew she was a fairy.

“Hey, Zoe? Whatcha packing?”

I took a deep breath, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. “I thought you said seven. I grabbed some stuff, but I’m not actually sure what to bring for clothes.”

“I know. I’m early.” She played with a strand of her short black hair. “Just bring whatever you wear on weekends.”

“Okay.” I dug out my cell phone and checked the weather: sun, ten percent chance of rain, and seventy-nine degrees for the weekend. Warm for St. Joseph in the spring. I returned to the closet and selected two pairs of Miss Me jeans and a couple of hoodies. I stuffed them and my undergarments into the backpack.

“Uh, no, Zoe. You can’t meet the Alpha of the Spiritus pack in jeans and a hoodie,” Sidelle said.

“You said to bring what I would wear on the weekends. That is what I like to wear.”

She shook her head. “Maybe I should have clarified. Bring what you would wear to church. Like the shirt you have on.”

“So no jeans, then?” I jutted out my lower lip.

“Bring the jeans if you must, but also bring two dresses. Maybe one should be a little more formal, like a little black one.” She waved her arms in the air. “Oh, and bring some heels. And let me see the makeup. And—”