Demon Dawn (The Resurrection Chronicles #7) - M.J. Haag , Page 0,2

the basement, carefully packed away by one of the fey who had helped clear the houses out when they first decided to make this place a safe zone. I never let myself think of what had happened to the people who lived there before us. It was probably the same thing that happened to most of the people on the planet. Hellhounds and infection.

The house was quiet when I let myself in. That likely meant that Zach, my brother, was out following one of the fey around, and Mom was reading one of the books Julie had brought her. Standing in the mud room, I stripped from my winter gear and hung everything up so it’d be ready for when I went out again.

The kitchen was already cleaned up from breakfast, so I went to check on Mom. She was in her room, but not reading. She had her chair pulled up to the window and was peeking through the curtains with a pair of binoculars in her hands.

“Dear God, he’s hung like a horse,” she said softly.

My mouth dropped open.

“What in the hell are you doing?”

She jumped and fumbled with the binoculars as she swiveled to look at me. When she gripped them securely once more, she scowled at me.

“Watch your mouth. I don’t care if the world’s going to shit. I’m your mother, and you will respect me.”

I crossed my arms, not buying her act.

“I will respect you until the day I die, and you know it. But I won’t ever stop calling you out when I see you doing something wrong. Just like you wouldn’t ever hold back on me.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“Fair enough. Are you hungry?” She set the binoculars on her lap and moved her wheelchair forward.

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing?”

“Nope.”

“Then I guess I’ll just need to walk across the street and tell whoever is in that house that my pervy mom was eyeing up his meat stick. I wonder how that will go over?”

She sighed and stopped wheeling forward.

“Probably with him asking if he could see places only your father saw.”

That robbed me of my irritation with her. Uncrossing my arms, I went to sit on her bed.

“I miss him, too,” I said softly.

“It’s not just missing him, Bren. It’s being practical. Molev was right. I need to start thinking of you and Zach.”

Her use of Zach instead of Zachy didn’t escape my notice. She’d been treating us both differently since we’d arrived here weeks ago. Molev, the fey’s leader, had taken her aside to talk to her not long after. I wasn’t sure what he’d said, but that was when she’d changed.

I didn’t let myself think for a moment that she’d changed because of what had happened to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “All you ever do is think about us.”

She shook her head and looked down at the binoculars.

“No, sweetie. I haven’t been. Not really. We live in a different world now. The rules of parenting are changing. Keeping you clothed and fed isn’t enough. I need to do everything I can to keep you safe.”

“You have. You are.”

She started shaking her head again. It wasn’t like her to hold back.

“Whatever is eating at you, just say it. I hate when you dance around the subject.”

A grin pulled at her lips.

“I think you and I should start dating.”

“What? Why? Who? Are you insane? Zombies are outside the wall, doing God only knows what, and you’re worried about our love lives?”

Her tired brown eyes met mine as she tucked a short strand of hair behind her ear.

“Three days ago, I was lucky. So were you. We could have been bitten and changed.”

I stared at her, my mind pulling me back to the horrifying moment when the infected used their makeshift ladders to climb the wall. I’d watched them run through the streets, unable to nock arrows fast enough to put a dent in their numbers. While I’d fought for my life and everyone else’s in this place, I’d thought of my mom alone in this house. Bound to her wheelchair.

And suddenly, I understood what she was trying to tell me. It was a topic I couldn’t get out of my head since it became known.

“You don’t want to date,” I said. “You want immunity from infection.”

Thanks to Eden and her run in with infected, the fey and most the humans here now knew what it would take for humans to become immune to infection. The