"I can blame them if they encourage you to put your life in danger." Holiday fell back into her chair with frustration.
"They don't even know about Mario. And look at me. Nothing happened. I had to go. I had to know the truth."
Holiday closed her eyes and kept them closed. When her lids finally fluttered open, Kylie saw most of her frustration had faded.
Her shoulders relaxed. "And what's the truth, Kylie? What did they tell you?"
"My dad was right. I'm a chameleon."
"And what, exactly, is that?" Holiday asked.
"I have a blend of all the supernaturals and I maintain the DNA from all."
Holiday shook her head. "But that's not possible. The dominant parent's is the only DNA that passes to the child."
"That's what makes us different."
Holiday leaned back in her chair, her expression one of bafflement. "That's ... huge." She tweaked her brows at Kylie's forehead. "So what constitutes the pattern you show?"
"I don't know ... exactly. He said it usually took years before a chameleon learned to control it. That it takes a while to learn to do it. But then he said something that led me to believe that I can change it according to the powers I need."
"So he changed you into a vampire?"
"No, I ... he said I must have done it instinctively. When I was trying to get away from Lucas and Perry, I just kept telling myself to move faster. So maybe that's how it happened."
"Have you tried to change it again?" Holiday arched a brow in curiosity.
"No." Kylie shook her head. "The last time you had me try to do something that I wasn't sure how to do, Burnett nearly wound up sterile."
Holiday chuckled. Seeing Holiday smile was so good that Kylie smiled back.
"What else did your grandfather say?" Holiday asked.
Kylie's heart gripped. If Holiday was vampire, she'd hear the lie forming on her lips. Telling Holiday that Kylie's grandfather wanted her to leave Shadow Falls seemed like giving Holiday a reason to dislike him-a reason to insist Kylie stay away from him. And she couldn't stay away.
Taking a breath, she fought the guilt swelling inside her, because Holiday might not hear the lie in her heartbeat, but she could read her emotions. Squaring her shoulders, she met Holiday's eyes. "Not much else. Lucas showed up and ... they left."
"Who left?" Burnett asked.
Kylie inwardly flinched. She'd been so busy trying not to feel guilty, she hadn't heard him approach.
"Did you find him?" Holiday sat up, tension pulling at her shoulders.
Kylie had suspected Burnett had been looking for Blake, but it surprised her that he'd told Holiday. "Find who?" Kylie asked, to be sure she'd been right.
"Blake," Burnett answered. "And no." He looked at Holiday. "I've left messages at both his work and cell that we need to talk."
"Should I call him?" Holiday asked.
"No," Burnett clipped. Shifting his shoulders as if to push off the stress, he looked back at Kylie. "Who were you speaking of when I walked in? Who left?"
Holiday glanced at Kylie and she could see the message in the camp leader's eyes. She left it up to Kylie whether to tell him ... or not.
She appreciated that, and when she imagined Burnett's reaction to her disregard for the rules, Kylie almost went with the "not." But realizing the position she was putting Holiday in by lying to Burnett, Kylie reconsidered. She didn't want to be the one to cause even a ripple of discontent between them. Not when her goal was to get them together.
"You're going to be upset," Kylie said.
"How upset?" He frowned.
* * *
It turned out Burnett had been quite upset. Kylie had been relieved when, an hour later, Derek showed up and the four of them left for the cafe to see if they could find out anything about Cara M.
When Burnett and Holiday walked into Cookie's Cafe, Derek held her back and let the door close. "Is everything okay?"
He'd obviously picked up on Burnett's cheerful mood. Although Kylie didn't know if it had everything to do with her, or the fact that he'd been unable to run down Blake.
Looking up at the glass door and seeing Burnett staring back at them, she recalled some of their earlier conversation.
"The FRU is not the enemy," he'd insisted, when Kylie reminded him her grandfather had a reason to distrust Shadow Falls.
"You're not the enemy," Kylie had said. "But I'm still not sure about the FRU. And while I know you don't want to admit it, you wouldn't have hidden my grandmother's body and wouldn't be keeping some facts from them if you completely trusted them."
Burnett hadn't argued with that, but Kylie pointing it out hadn't done much to improve his mood. He was obviously torn between his loyalty to Shadow Falls and his loyalty to the FRU. Not that Kylie worried. She trusted him. Getting her grandfather and aunt to trust him was another matter.
Derek cleared his throat to get her attention. He wore his favorite jeans and dusty green T-shirt. "Did something happen?"
"Not really," Kylie whispered to Derek, slightly bothered by how close he leaned into her, brushing her shoulder with his. Or was she bothered by how aware of his touch she was? Pushing that thought aside, she reached for the glass door.
But she got the craziest feeling that someone was watching her. She swung around, but Derek blocked her view of the street.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No." She still shifted to see around him. But the brief sensation she'd gotten was gone. Were her grandfather and aunt close by? She glanced all around, left and right. The old houses lining the street had been turned into gift shops, and an old red caboose now served as a concession stand. What she didn't see was anyone peering back at her. No one. Nothing.
So she turned back and walked inside the cafe packed with a chattering crowd.
The smell of bacon flavored the air in the old house that served as a cafe. She didn't find the smell the least bit tempting. The downside of being a vamp. The room held wall-to-wall tables, filled with hungry people who looked like vacationers. The sound of forks clinking against plates echoed with the voices.
Only one table stood empty and Holiday led the way. A server came out of the back, carrying a tray of food that smelled like cinnamon rolls.
"Is that the same uniform?" Derek asked as they sat down.
"Yeah." Kylie's heart lightened with hope that this would lead them to the killer.
Another waitress, Chris G., according to her name tag, stopped in front of their table.