Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Oh.”
They stood in silence for a moment and Adam realized it was the first time he’d seen Wes outside in the daylight—well, twilight, and he was lurking in the shadows. Adam said, “Do you want to help me put them up?” at the same time as Wes said, “Guess I better get home.”
Then they both said “Oh” in unison.
Before Wes could turn away, though, Gus burst out the front door, River close on her heels.
“Wes, Wes!” she shouted, and threw herself at him.
“Oof,” Wes said, but caught her handily.
He didn’t seem to know what to do with her, though, so he held her in the air for a moment, then set her down on the ground and patted the top of her head, like a friendly monster in an animated film.
“What’s that?” she asked, and dove into the trash bag.
“Good thing it wasn’t a severed head,” Adam said under his breath.
Wes snorted.
“Oh, this is my sibling, River,” Adam said.
River had a way of standing so still and quiet that you could forget they were there. Adam had no doubt it was a survival tool, but he felt guilty every time it worked on him.
“River, this is Wes. He lives over there.”
Wes and River shook hands and nodded at each other—two quiet, self-contained people reaching out of their containment to make reluctant contact.
Gus pulled lights out of the bag and tugged on Wes’ jacket.
“Can we please go borrow your ladder to hang the lights?”
“Ladder’s still here from last time.” Wes pointed at it leaning against the side of the house.
“Oh.” Gus sounded disappointed, but then she rallied and asked with perfect innocence, “Well then can we please go to your house to borrow something else?”
Adam snorted and River quirked a smile—Adam had filled them in on Gus’ fascination with Wes’ house. Wes just cocked his head and said, “What do you want to borrow?”
Gus thought about that, but honesty won out and she sighed.
“Nothing. I just wanna look at everything.”
And Wes, whether because he was desperate to get back inside or because he honestly was a saint who didn’t mind Gus’ intrusion, said, “Okay.”
* * *
The minute they got inside, Gus made a beeline for the basement and Adam bolted after her before she accidentally pulled bottles of chemicals down on her head or something.
The basement glowed with an eerie green light and for a moment, everything the neighbors had said about Wes echoed through his mind.
Gus had frozen in her tracks and was staring at the far wall of the basement, where glass jars on staggered shelves, with tubes protruding from them, contained the glow. Jars full of fireflies was all Adam could compare it to. He remembered that long ago summer when Marina had trapped them in her hands and put them in jars she’d carry around like nightlights against the coming dark.
Adam had thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—like stars brought down to earth—until he realized that with the lid on the fireflies died, their beautiful glow darkened forever.
He’d cried when he found the first jar. Marina had been flippant. There would be more that night and they could just collect another jar. His father had been scornful. But Adam had never intentionally killed another thing again.
“What is it?” Gus asked, awed.
“I don’t know.”
“They’re bacteria with luciferase enzyme and luciferin substrate,” Wes said from behind them. “Fed on methane. It mimics naturally occurring bioluminescence.”
“Whoa,” Gus said worshipfully. She got quite close, then turned to Wes. “Can I touch it?”
“You can touch the jar.”
She put her hand on it, then held her hand behind it so the glow traveled up her arm.
“Can you make anything glow?” she asked.
“Theoretically, yes,” Wes said.
The basement was set up like a laboratory and Adam peered at Wes in the dim, virid light, imagining him as a Victor Frankenstein type, all moody eyes, sharp cheekbones, and ill-fated passion for creating life.
Ill-fated or no, Wes looked much more at ease in his house than he had outside. His hands were out of his pockets, his anxious, darting glance had been replaced by an intent focus, and his words seemed to come easier.
“What are these?”
Gus moved to pick up a nonglowing jar on the table, and Wes and Adam both lurched toward her.
“Honey, don’t touch things without asking,” Adam said, taking the jar from her before she could drop it by accident.
However, when something inside it moved, Adam very nearly dropped it himself.
“Oh, god, what are they?”
Wes took the jar from him and cradled it to his chest protectively.
“Leeches.”
Adam’s stomach lurched.
“Like, uh, blood-sucking...bugs, leeches?”
“Leeches aren’t bugs. They’re in the worm family,” Wes said matter-of-factly.
“Do they really suck blood?” Gus asked with fascinated glee. “Like vampires?”
“Well, not like vampires,” Wes said mildly. “Because vampires aren’t real.”
Gus considered him. “You know everyone says you’re a vampire.”