Matt would never believe me, though, so I didn't see the point in trying.
I assumed everything about them was secret, but nobody had expressly forbidden me from telling outsiders either. I wasn't sure if it was legal for me to tell him anything about the Trylle or not. "Matt, I can't tell you! I wish I could but I can't." "Safety? What were you running from? Where were you?" Matt asked desperately, not for the first time.
I don't know if I should even be here now." "I had to run away! Okay?" I ran a hand through my tangled curls and shook my head. He had no friends, no job, no life of his own. His life revolved around me to the point of being unhealthy. Matt had always been too preoccupied with my safety, a side effect from his mother having tried to kill me and all that. I felt guilty, but I hadn't had a choice. When I disappeared, he completely collapsed, His face was gaunt and haggard, his eyes red and tired, and he had probably lost ten pounds. Matt's anger couldn't cover up how hurt he still was, and his body showed signs of the strain he had been under. "You just ran away from home! I had no idea where you were. "I don't know why you can't just trust me." I sighed and laid my head back on the couch. "How could you possibly know that?" Matt asked. Rhys stared up at Matt with bemused wonderment, his eyes wide with awe. They had something much more open in their faces too, and they had the same easy smile. Matt and Rhys both have sandy hair and sapphire eyes. I have dark, wild, curly hair and mahogany eyes. "He's your brother! It's pretty obvious when you look at him." "There's nothing to understand," I insisted, gesturing at Rhys. He stopped in front of us, arms folded over his chest. I have no idea why, but for some reason, she thought I'd run off there.Īs Rhys and I sat on the shabby-chic couch in Matt's living room, surrounded by the boxes that he had yet to unpack from when we'd moved into the house two months ago, Matt paced back and forth in front of us. Matt explained that she had gone off looking for me in Oregon. My aunt Maggie is my legal guardian, but she wasn't there when we arrived. Despite being angry, he listened while I put together a vague explanation, glaring at me the whole time with mystified rage.Īt least I only had to face Matt.
When Rhys and I showed up at my "brother" Matt's house at eight in the morning, he was happy.in the sense that he was glad I was alive and hadn't disappeared forever.
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