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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Beginning

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Fae Star

  Copyright © 2015 by Sara Brock

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Dedications

  For my mother and my Aunt Karolyn, for always encouraging me to write

  Chapter 1

  I’m sure that the coffee shop was filled with sounds, but I had cranked the volume up so loud on my dollar-store earbuds that I couldn’t hear any of it, and that is just the way I liked it. Jumpin’ Java was my haven, my place to relax. The walls were full of colorful pictures and witty sayings, like, If it is important to you, you’ll find a way. If not, you’ll find an excuse. Comfy chairs and little tables filled the cafe, making it seem cozy, and the air always smelled like coffee and cinnamon buns.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone sit on the arm of my chair, which was annoying, but I could live with it. As I drummed my fingers on the table to the beat of the music in my ears, I heard a voice speaking over the rhythm. I ignored it. It spoke again, a little louder.

  “Hello, I need to talk to you.”

  I looked over and saw a guy with dark hair and intense-looking eyes. He looked about the same age as me. I had never seen him at Ross High, but I felt like I had met him somewhere before. He spoke again, but I ignored him and turned up my music even louder.

  I felt two fingers reach into my ear and yank out my earbud.

  Oh. no. he. did. not.

  “Do you mind?” I asked, with as much ice in my voice as I could manage. I swept my long brown hair behind my shoulder and gave the guy sitting next to me a glare that I hope gave him nightmares. I almost lost my edge when I realized how handsome he was, but then I caught myself and gave him the extra evil eye.

  At least he had the decency to look alarmed. His dark eyes widened as he jumped back just a tiny bit.

  “Um, I’m sorry, Erica. I just really need to talk to you,”

  “My name’s not Erica.” I was lying, of course, but why should I let this stranger know my name?

  “Oh, okay, well, I still need to talk to you.”

  “Talk away,” I said, putting my earbud back in and closing my eyes.

  I dozed off for a second, and when I woke up, the mysterious guy was gone.

  I stood up and stretched before swinging my backpack over my shoulder. Locating my ancient Chevy in the parking lot was easy; no one else’s car was so rusty that the owner couldn’t identify the original color. I never risked locking my doors because half the time, the locks were too rusted to open again.

  I walked over to my car and patted it lovingly. Even though it was old, I knew I was lucky. Not every sixteen-year-old has her own car, especially not when they have three siblings like I do.

  When I got home, I almost didn’t notice the note on our table, which was already cluttered with unread magazines, mail, and dishes that no one had picked up yet.

  Kids,

  We’re both working late again. There’s no food in the fridge, but there’s money

  on the table for you to eat out.

  Love,

  Mom and Dad

  It took me a full seven minutes to locate the envelope that my parents had mentioned.

  I had learned long ago not to ask Julia, Stephen, and Joey what they wanted for dinner, because they could never agree on anything. I simply took the envelope of money with me, and returned with two pepperoni pizzas.

  “Julia! Stephen! Joey!” I yelled up the stairs, “Food’s here! It’s pizza!”

  Stephen and Joey appeared at the bottom of the stairs before I had even finished my sentence. Julia walked daintily down the stairs a few moments later.

  When Julia saw what the boys were putting on their plates, she wrinkled her nose.

  “Pepperoni?” she asked, “but you know I’m a vegetarian.”

  “You’ve only been a vegetarian for two days,” I said, “but if you feel that strongly about it, you can pick them off.”

  “Whatever.” By the time Julia had started picking off the pepperoni, the boys were already back in the bedroom that they shared. I could hear the music from their video game drifting down the stairs. They weren’t up there doing their homework, but at least they weren’t fighting.

  I opened my mouth to tell Julia about the annoying stranger that had forcibly removed one of my earbuds, but she had already dialed the number of one of her friends and was chatting about what shoes they were going to wear to school tomorrow. She carried the pizza up to her room, and I ate by myself in the dining room, my plate of pizza placed on top of a pile of mail that no one has opened.

  Chapter 2

  The next evening was even worse. The dog was barking, my brothers were fighting, and I had a mountain of homework to do, as usual.

  “Julia, can you let Snickers out?” I was busy trying to calm my brothers down.

  “Sorry, I just painted my nails,” Julia said.

  I walked away from my dueling brothers to let the dog out myself.

  “While you’re up, can you bring me a diet Coke?” Julia asked.

  Joey threw a plate at Stephen and it hit the wall behind him.

  Julia jumped at the noise, spilling her bottle of fuchsia nail polish on the couch.

  Snickers had stopped barking. I looked over and realized that he was eating the dinner that I had cooked for the family.

  I started shaking, like, really shaking. I felt weak and my vision was a little blurry.

  “That’s it!” I shouted, “You people… figure it out!” I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I was glad no one could see the tears dripping down my face. I just sat there crying for the longest time and eventually, I fell asleep on the floor.

  I woke up a couple hours later and opened the door. There was a vase full of exotic flowers with a card that said, “Everything is going to be alright.”

  I went out into the house, expecting a mess, but to my amazement, everything was pristine.

  “Thank you for the flowers,” I said to Julia, “and for cleaning the house.”

  “Those aren’t from me!” Julia said excitedly, “This really hot guy came over and said he was your friend. He made us stop fighting and clean the whole house! I bet the flowers are from him!”

  “You let a stranger into our house?!” I exclaimed.

  “He wasn’t a stranger - you knew him,” Julia said, not even giving me the satisfaction of getting angry back.

  “I don’t know anyone that nice!” I said, “I don’t know anyone who would do that for me!”

  I really didn’t know anyone that nice, which led me to the conclusion that Julia must be lying. She must have done all this for me and then covered it up so that I wouldn’t know she cared. I silently thanked her and headed back upstairs.

  Chapter 3

  I rolled out of bed and rubbed my eyes. Getting Stephen and Joey ready for school was the worst
part of my day. I knocked on the door of their bedroom,

  “Get up!”

  I heard some movement in the bedroom, so I decided to jump in the shower. I got dressed, combed my hair, and put on just a touch of mascara and pink lip gloss before checking on them again. They were awake alright, but they were playing some army video game and they were still in their pajamas.

  I unplugged the TV and my brothers stared at me is horror.

  “Time to get ready,” I said, “Meet me downstairs.”

  Next, I knocked on Julia’s door. I knew she would already be up because she likes to spend upwards of an hour and a half putting on makeup and making sure her hair is perfect.

  “Ahhhhhchooooo!” Julia let out a massive sneeze.

  “Time for breakfast,” I said, opening the door.

  “I can’t go to school like this!” Julia said, “I’m sick! Just look at my face! People will laugh at me!”

  I stared at Julia, trying to figure out what was wrong with her face. Her nose was a little red. Maybe that was it. I shrugged and went downstairs to pour cold cereal for my brothers and me.

  After sending my brothers out the door to the bus stop, I hopped into my beat-up sedan and hit the gas. I had the oddest sense I was being watched, but I ignored it. About four blocks from my house, a voice spoke from my backseat.

  “You have to listen to me now.”

  I am not ashamed to admit that at this point, I let out an earsplitting scream. I cut across the right turn lane and earned some well-deserved honks as I pulled into an empty parking lot. I was so startled, I thought about jumping out of the car.

  “Sorry about that,” the voice said, sounding sincere, “You didn’t seem like the type to scare easily.”

  I spun around and looked at him. Black hair. Dark eyes. A complexion most people would kill for.

  “You’re the guy from the coffee shop!” I shouted, “You snuck into my car?!”

  “It wouldn’t be much use to deny it, I suppose. My name’s Ian.”

  “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but I’m not a great liar,” I said, “So far you’ve done nothing but cause me trouble.”

  Ian had the nerve to laugh, and it really ticked me off.

  “Trouble?” he said, “I’m trying to save your life.”

  “Funny way of doing it since you nearly made me get into a car accident!”

  “No,” he said, “You don’t understand. There are people after you. Lots of them.” Ian looked around like he was afraid someone might find us at any second.

  “What on Earth are you talking about?” I asked him, “No one’s after me. I’m a nobody.”

  “No, you’re wrong. This is going to sound crazy…”

  “Well, can’t argue with you there,” I said, “Why don’t you get out of my car before I call the cops?” I unbuckled my seatbelt so that I could turn around better and give Ian what I hoped was an intimidating stare.

  “I’m serious,” he said, “These people want to kill you.”

  “You’ve got the wrong girl,” I said, and if these people are so dangerous, why don’t you go to the police?”

  “They’d never believe me,” he said.

  “Well, let’s call them and find out,” I suggested, taking out my cell phone, “I have a stalker problem that I need to talk to them about anyway.”

  “You know what?” Ian said, “I give up. There’s nothing I can do to help you. Don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.”

  Chapter 4

  I was sitting on my bed staring blankly at my homework when I heard it. Thunk. My parents were both working late again and my siblings were asleep, so who was making that noise? The doorknob to my bedroom turned and a tall man with white-blonde hair and a sinister expression entered.

  “Ah, so this is the fabled Erica that everyone’s been talking about,” he had a strange, not-quite-British accent.

  “Who’s been talking about me?” I asked, numb with panic.

  He shrugged, “Who hasn’t? Look, it’s nothing personal, but I have to do this. If you hold still enough, you may even live.” The man pulled out a silver dagger.

  I gasped and backed away, but he came closer. The man raised his dagger, but before he could swing down, he fell to the ground. Ian was standing behind him with a heavy bookend in his hand.

  When I looked down at the man, he had disappeared. Had he run away that fast?

  “Did he hurt you?” Ian asked, looking concerned. He picked up my hands one by one and looked at my fingers, as if checking to see if they were all there. Then he grabbed my hair and examined the tips of each strand.

  “Who was that man? What did he want?” I asked.

  “Your hair, your tears, your blood, who knows?” he said, “He may have even wanted your fingernails.”

  I shuddered, “But why?”

  “Your whole body holds a tremendous magic. Any part of it could give the owner great power. In fact, that’s how we can find you, by following the trail of power that’s leading to you.”

  “Who’s ‘we’?” I asked, “and what do you mean by magic? It’s like you’re speaking another language.”

  “Let me start at the beginning,” Ian said, “Both the man who attacked you and myself are not quite human. We’re fae. We live on the same planet as you, but in a different realm so we normally can’t interact. The only way to cross realms is to find a jumper, and I happen to be one. You are what is called a “Star.” There is only one Star in each generation in the human world, and they hold a great power for the fae. They gain their Star powers when they come of age, or on their sixteenth birthdays. If a fae consumes a piece of a Star, such as your blood, they become extremely powerful. Unfortunately, for this reason, stars don’t usually last long.”

  I felt dizzy. What he was saying couldn’t possibly be true.

  “Great prank,” I said, “but I’m not falling for it.”

  “I thought this might happen,” Ian said, “Take my hand, and I’ll prove it.”

  “No,” I said, “If what you say is true, then how do I know you won’t try to eat me like the others?”

  “Believe me, it’s in my best interest if you stay alive. My motives are as selfish as anyone else’s, but they definitely involve keeping you alive and intact.”

  “And what are your motives, exactly?” I asked.

  “I’m not ready to tell you that,” Ian said, looking at the floor.

  “Yeah, this is feeling like a prank. Who put you up to this? Was it Julia? I’m going to bed,” I said.

  “Go ahead,” Ian said, but he didn’t budge from his spot.

  The truth was, I was really scared. I wasn’t sure if Ian was telling the truth, but that other guy meant business. I would be dead if Ian hadn’t shown up.

  “Aren’t you going home?” I asked, sitting on my bed.

  “Nope,” he said, “Can I have one of your pillows?”

  “Um, I guess?” I said. This was getting so weird that I didn’t even know how to respond anymore. My normal personality was not equipped for this situation.

  “Thanks,” Ian said as he sat in my computer chair and put his feet on my desk.

  “Can you really sleep like that?” I asked him.

  “I’ll tell you in the morning,” he said.

  It took me a while to fall asleep after all that had happened. All my muscles felt tense as if I might have to flee at any second. I looked over at the spot where Ian was sleeping, even though it was too dark to really see him. Ian was a stranger, and an unusual one at that, but I still felt safer knowing he was there. After what seemed like hours, my eyelids closed and I drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 5

  When I woke up, Ian was gone, and I was really starting to wonder if the whole thing had been a dream. That is, until my little sister Julia bounced into my room.

  “Who was that cuuute guy who just walked out of our house?” she asked me, “I tried to talk to him, but
he wouldn’t say anything.”

  That’s Julia for you. 14-year-old, boy-crazy, and completely naive. She was really lucky she had me to watch out for her. She and her little friends were always coming to me for advice.

  “Did he have dark hair and deep brown eyes?” I asked.

  “Yes, that’s him!” she said.

  “No idea,” I lied, “I think he was a burglar.”

  “No way! Burglars aren’t that cute!” my sister shot back. Classic Julia.

  So Ian was real after all.

  Mom and Dad had already left for work, so once again, it was up to me to get Stephen and Joey on the bus. After getting my brothers to the bus stop just in time, Julia and I hopped into my rusty old car and headed to school, almost late, as usual.

  I sat in first period, back row and close to the door, prepared for another uneventful day. Most of my friends were freshmen that I had met through Julia, who was way more outgoing than I was. Since this was a sophomore class without my best friend Melanie in it, I sat by myself.

  Ms. Gruber addressed the class, “We have a new student today. His name is Ian.”

  Chapter 6

  I looked around the room and noticed that every female eye was glued to the new guy. He smiled at the class, and then took a seat a few rows ahead of me. What are you doing here? I scribbled on a piece of paper, crumpled it up, and threw it at Ian’s head. He must have anticipated my attack, because he moved his head to the side at just the right moment and my paper flew past him and bounced off Ms. Gruber’s skirt.

  “Detention, Miss Pell. She narrowed her eyes at me. It was a long hour.

  I tracked down Ian after class.

  “I can’t believe you made me get a detention,” I said.

  “Because I didn’t let that massive ball of paper hit my head?” Ian asked.

  “But seriously, what are you doing here?” I asked, not particularly politely.