Free Cursed In Love (The Adams' Witch Book 2) by E. M. Moore Page A

look both ways if I wanted. He stiffened, and I went back to plastering the side of my helmet against his back.
    This time I felt it when he laughed. “It’s okay, Sarah. You can look around.”
    I pulled away again, so I could look around like before. The road was dark here—eerie, yet beautiful. I wondered where we were, where we were going. In my nervousness about the bike, I’d forgotten to ask him what the hell we were doing today and why Jennie wasn’t with us. I’d have to wait to get answers though. That was one downside to bikes, long conversations couldn’t happen like in cars.
    We drove for a while longer and then Travis pulled over near a grove of trees and quit the engine. He got off the bike and helped me down, too. When I finally freed my head from the helmet, he smiled.
    I ran my hands through my hair. “Helmet head?”
    “It’s not so bad.”
    “Easy for you to say, Mr. Perfect Hair.” He stared at me for a long moment. Long enough for me to get frazzled about what to say or do. “Why did we stop? Are we at some important witch place? Is there a pentagram nearby? A fountain of life?”
    “A fountain of life?” He shook his head. “No. Nothing like that. I forgot the rest of the directions.” He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down the screen.
    Way to go, Sarah. Woo him with magical knowledge. “Where are we going, anyway?”
    “We’re heading to Trish Abernathy’s house. The other missing Natural? I’m hoping to talk to someone who might have leads as to where she could’ve gone since we’ve got nothing to go on as far as Courtney is concerned.
    “Wow. That’s a great idea.”
    He quirked an eyebrow. “You sound surprised. I’m the witch police, remember? I’ve got skills.”
    “Fine. I’ll try not to compliment you again.”
    “You can try, but you’ll fail.”
    “Haha. You’re sooo funny.”
    He turned his cell phone screen off and put it back in his pocket. “Ready?”
    “Where’s Jennie?”
    “She didn’t text you?” When I shook my head, he muttered under his breath. “She’s not feeling well. Mom and Dad said they’d look after her while we headed to Lovelace.”
    “Is she okay?”
    “Personal opinion? She’s fine. I think she’s just getting sick of having me around all the time.”
    His expression darkened. There was real hurt there and for the thousandth time, I wished I knew what happened to make them barely get along in each other’s presence. If I had a brother, I’d be ecstatic to see him.
    “I kind of figured out you guys haven’t always gotten along…”
    “We get along. Or, we used to anyway.” He handed me back my helmet and helped me back onto the bike. “It’s not too much further.”
    I put my hands on his seat so he couldn’t sit. “Please tell me what happened between you two.”
    His face turned sad. The lines around his eyes deepened, and the green wasn’t as vibrant. “It’s not my story to tell.”
    Travis swung his leg over the bike and pulled his helmet on. I resumed my position of holding on for dear life and he took off again.
    His expression as he told me it wasn’t his story to tell churned my stomach. Whatever it was, Travis seemed sad about it and Jennie seemed pissed off.
    We pulled up to a gray house with burgundy shudders and beautiful flower gardens in the front yard. You’d never know Naturals lived there. It was simply amazing how otherworldly people stayed hidden so well. They didn’t have pentagram flags or witches riding on broomsticks carved into the trees in their front yard or creepy iron gates leading up to their house. It just looked like any other house in the neighboring small town that could’ve been Adams, but a little more modern.
    Small one-stories sprouted from the city streets unlike the old brick and stone two-stories that decorated Addams. Lovelace looked as if it was a couple hundred years newer than the witch town.
    Lettered stickers on the mailbox spelled out Abernathy. Travis