Knight Stalker, Julie Steimle [best books to read all time TXT] 📗

I could already smell the blood. Turning I frowned at him, clenching my own chest. “Sorry, but what’d you do that for?”
“I was curious.” He pinched his nose, feeling into his pants pocket for a tissue. He had one and quickly blotted the blood that started to dribble out. “What are you doing anyway? Signing up?”
Shaking my head and turning around I scrolled down the page, reading the rest of it with my eyes. The blood smell was subsiding. I swallowed the saliva that had puddle in my mouth next to my long canines, trying to keep focus on the page rather than the urge for a taste. “No. I was checking out the background of this weird guy who came to school today.”
“You checking out that Mike guy?” Travis walked into the room.
I nodded.
He walked over to peer at the site also. Will stepped back to me and looked over my other shoulder again.
“What’s this site then?” Travis asked.
I pointed to a small article on the page. It was only a paragraph long but it was a statement of recognition for being newbie. It said:

Welcome to the newest registered fellow, Michael Edmund Toms. This young lad has already gained the reputation for being a skilled monster hunter with connections to the H.S. though he is currently running solo. Best of luck to you.

“Hey! There’s one for Mr. McDillan!” Travis pointed
I looked up at that small spot. There was a link attached to it and the name was McDillan. However it was Gregor McDillan.
“Mr. McDillan’s name is Brian,” I said.
“Is not,” Travis said. “Click on it.”
“Is to.” I did click on it however. Most of the information was blocked to guests and the only thing that was shown was an advertisement saying the man was for hire. “This is not Mr. McDillan. He is retired.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Travis said. However he walked away towards the kitchen.
Will drew in a sigh slowly and reached out to take us back to the main page. He pointed back to the section on Michael Toms. “You said he was at our school?”
I nodded, turning to look him in the eye. “Yep. Today Dawn, Travis and Jane met him also. He went to sit right next to Jane at lunch.”
Frowning, Will straightened up. “I see. What’s he here for?”
“To see Mr. McDillan,” I said. But then I held my chin in thought. “Though I swear they were talking about me in class. I get chills just remembering it.”
My oldest brother nodded. “Ok. I’ll go tell Dad.”
He went towards the kitchen also. I turned to watch him go, feeling more worried than ever, but Will was right. Dad ought to know what going down at the school. Maybe I could ditch without guilt now that I had a legitimate excuse. A demon hunter on my tail was bad thing.

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Publication Date: 02-16-2010

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