Free Evolution by Kelly Carrero Page A

understanding how I could hear him in my head. I knew Aiden and his mum had been doing the whole having-a-conversation-without-saying-a-single-word-out-loud thing. But when it was actually happening to me, it kind of freaked the shit out of me.
    “You’ve obviously worked out that we can communicate telepathically.”
    I nodded.
    “Well, all I do is think what I want to say to you, but rather than speak the words from my mouth, I am able to project them mentally to you.” When I gave him a confused look, he added, “How about for now, we’ll just stick to speaking the old fashioned way.”
    I gave him an appreciative smile. Any other day, I would have thought that being able to talk with my boyfriend without anyone hearing would have been the best thing ever. But with everything else that was going on, it just seemed a little too much to deal with.
    Aiden started the car. “Where to?”
    Ignoring his question, I fished out my mobile phone from my pocket. “Damn,” I muttered. The battery was dead. I had wanted to call my mum to see if she knew anything. I knew the police would have told Chelsea’s mum she couldn’t file a missing persons report until she had been missing for forty-eight hours, but maybe a cop with a heart was looking into it unofficially. And if that was the case, maybe Mum knew something. I thought that she must have an inside source, considering the kind of info she was privy to.
    “The charger is in the glove box,” Aiden said as he reversed out of his parking spot.
    Finding a charger was so much easier because almost everyone had an iPhone. Thanks, Apple. I pulled out the charger, connected it to the outlet, and plugged in my iPhone.
    As soon as my phone showed the slightest bit of battery life, I turned it back on and called my mother. The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Hi, honey, is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just calling to see if—”
    “Sorry, honey, I gotta go. The boss is calling. We’ll talk more tonight. I love you.” She disconnected the call.
    I sat there looking at my phone in disbelief, although I wasn’t sure why, as she had done the same thing a million other times. It was always promises of talking later that never seemed to happen.
    An alert came through telling me that I had new voicemail. For some reason, my heart started beating faster and my stomach churned while I listened to the recording say I had one new message, received that morning. Before hearing anyone’s voice, my sixth sense told me it was from Chelsea.

Chapter 7
     
    I sat on Aiden’s sofa and stared at my phone, which was sitting on the coffee table. I couldn’t believe she had called me only moments before the time that I thought she was taken. And if that was true, then maybe if I hadn’t been so caught up getting my rocks off with Aiden, I would have been able to save her, instead of just having that stupid vision where I couldn’t do a bloody thing to help her.
    “Aww, honey, don’t think like that,” Anna said, walking down the stairs with Dave in tow. Even though I had been led to believe that Dave was Aiden’s brother-in-law, looking at him now, it was a wonder I hadn’t seen the similarities between them sooner. They both had the same bone structure and the same dark brown hair, but Dave’s blue eyes threw me. He didn’t share the same hypnotic green eyes that both Anna and Aiden had.
    “She’s right. You can’t live your life with ‘what ifs’,” Dave said, before disappearing from sight. “Otherwise, you’ll have a bloody long and depressing life,” he said, ruffling my hair from behind the sofa. I wondered if my eyes would ever be able to follow the speed at which Aiden and his family moved.
    “Well, that depends on how we move. You see, if I move really fast, then yes, your eyes will eventually be able to track our movement. But if I teleport, you won’t,” Dave explained as he teleported (I think) so that he was sitting, on the opposite