Here’s the second one. Huge spoilers for The Gathering in this one, so please only read if you’re done the book!

The Invitation

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow?”

Rafe had replayed Maya’s words a dozen times since she’d said them, assessing and reassessing her tone. Did she really want him at her sixteenth birthday party? Was she just being nice? Or worse, was she being nice because she’d met Annie and felt sorry for him?

It shouldn’t matter. The party was his opportunity to finally be accepted by the other kids in Salmon Creek, which would make it much easier to find the girl with the paw-print birthmark.

But it did matter because it was Maya.

Maya Delaney.

When he’d met her in the principal’s office, his first day at school, he’d thought, She’s the one. He was looking for a skin-walker. That meant a girl with Navajo or Hopi blood, and Maya was obviously Native, the only person he’d seen in this tiny town who was.

His second thought had been, Damn, this is going to be easy. Not that Maya herself looked easy to charm. The proud tilt to her chin and the challenging glint in her eyes said that she wasn’t going to fall for him quickly, but he didn’t care. Trying to convince her to go out with him wouldn’t be a chore at all. He’d have wanted to try even if she wasn’t the one.

Once she’d left—after totally blowing him off—he’d realized she probably wasn’t the one. Yes, the dormant skin-walker genes ran in Hopi and Navajo families, but everything his mother had said about “the girl” suggested she wouldn’t look Native.

One way their families had hid to avoid extinction was intermarriage. Rafe’s father—whom he’d never met—was mostly Hispanic. Before his mom died, she’d told him about “the girl,” and said her mother didn’t look as if she had a drop of Native blood—light-haired, fair-skinned, and blue-eyed. She also seemed to recall that her father had looked Caucasian as well. Maya considered herself full-blood Native, and she looked it.

Still, he’d taken a couple of runs at her, only to be completely stonewalled. His ego had tried to insist she was just playing hard to get. He knew how to get a girl’s attention. Knew just the right grin to give her, just the right look to make her think he was interested. When he gave Maya that look and grin, she stared at him like he’d just crawled out of a swamp. Eventually he couldn’t deny that her blaring “not interested” signal was genuine. So, with regret, he focused his attention elsewhere.

Until now. Because in the last couple of days, he’d had reason to think Maya might still be “the girl.” A month ago, he’d have been thrilled. Now?

He shook his head and checked the cheap alarm clock resting on a stack of crates—makeshift storage for the cabin. If he was going, he’d better get ready. The party had already started.

Was he going? Yes. There’d never been any question, really. He just wished he felt more confident that the invitation had been genuine.

He looked over his meager wardrobe. What would Maya like? Dumb question. If he knew that, he’d be wearing it every day.

He glanced at Annie. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching him. When he looked over, her face lit up with a smile, basking in the attention like a puppy. He growled under his breath and looked away.

Stop thinking about her like that. She’s not an animal. She’s your sister.

“What’s wrong, Rafael?” she asked, dragging his name out in an affectionate singsong.

“Nothing.” I want to ask you what I should wear to impress Maya. I want my big sister back, the one I could talk to about this, the one who could help me. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Are you going to Maya’s party?”

He nodded.

“Good.” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. “She’s pretty, and she’s nice. I hope she’s the one.”

I’m not sure I do.

Annie giggled. “I think you like her.”

“Maybe.” He glanced over. “What should I wear?”

She looked up and he held his breath, waiting. But her brow furrowed and she looked confused for a moment, before laughing.

“Clothing,” she said. “I think you should wear clothing.”

“Yeah, probably a good call.” He walked over and gave her a quick hug, hoping she couldn’t see his expression, and if she could, that she didn’t understand it.

 

Rafe tramped through the forest. Maya had written Daniel’s address down for him, but he really didn’t need it. Salmon Creek was what his mother would have called a flyspeck town. Fewer than two hundred people. He knew where Daniel lived, even though he’d never been there.

He shouldn’t have told Annie that Maya might be the one. It only got her hopes up. Not that she really understood why they were looking for “the girl.” He’d told her why. Because he hoped this girl could lead them to the scientists who’d reactivated their dormant skin-walker genes. Because those scientists might be able to fix Annie. She’d gone along with that, but he knew she didn’t understand. Didn’t know why she needed to be fixed. That was, he supposed, the one blessing to having Annie deteriorate intellectually instead of physically—as long as her basic needs were met, she was happy. If Rafe wanted to find this girl and that would make him happy, then she was quite content to go along with it.

He left the woods once he reached town. He’d have been more comfortable staying in them and circling around to Daniel’s house. Living in the woods for the last few months had jump-started his own latent skin-walker instincts. But he should go through town whenever possible, let the locals see him, get accustomed to having him there. He’d lived in small towns before, but never one as tiny and tight-knit as Salmon Creek.

When he arrived at Daniel’s house, he rang the bell. No one answered. He rang again and double-checked the address. Had Maya sent him to the wrong place? No, that wasn’t her style. Besides, he could smell Daniel here.

He went around to the back porch. It was definitely Daniel’s place—there was a boxing ring set up in the yard.

Rafe peered through the patio doors. There were gifts on the table and what looked like . . . a papaya? The door was cracked open, so he slid through, calling “Anyone here?” Last thing he needed was to have Daniel thinking he’d broken into his place.

He walked around the gift pile. Shit, he should have brought a gift. What the hell had he been thinking? It was a birthday party. Maybe he should leave now, before—

No, Maya wouldn’t expect a gift. Again, she wasn’t the type.

When he got to the other side of the pile, he saw an arrow carved in the fruit. Okay . . . strange local customs. He followed the arrow to the patio doors. When he stepped out again, he saw another one, pointing into the forest.

Papayas. Why . . . ?

Because it rhymed with Maya. Maya Papaya. Probably a nickname from when they were little.

As Rafe walked to the next fruit, he felt a pang of envy. He wondered what it was like to have old in-jokes like that with your friends, ones that went back to childhood, ones that everyone knew. They probably rolled their eyes. Not that old joke again. But for a kid who’d never stayed long enough in one place to earn a nickname, much less to have in-jokes, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing. Comfortable. Secure. Two feelings Rafe hadn’t experienced since his mother died.

As soon as Rafe stepped into the forest, he heard voices. Being a skin-walker meant he had first-rate hearing. Not that you needed it to hear Corey, whose voice boomed through the late-evening forest. Loud, boisterous, in-your-face, Corey always made his presence known.

Rafe had figured Corey would be there. He’d also expected to hear the next voice that cut through the still night, but it still made him cringe. Hayley had asked the other day if Rafe was going to the party. He’d said he wasn’t, so he’d hoped she wouldn’t bother coming.

He shouldn’t think that way. Hayley seemed nice enough. Just not his type. And she tried too hard—too quick to laugh at his lame jokes, too quick to get all fluttery when he turned on the charm. She didn’t deserve the way he was leading her on, blowing hot and cold. But he knew that was the way to make her fall for him; and with her at his feet, every girl in Salmon Creek was making his job here much easier by following her lead. Every girl except Maya.

He followed the voices until he could see Corey and some of the others standing at the foot of a cliff. Being part cat meant Rafe had amazing night vision, too, so he stayed there, getting a feel for the situation. And looking for Maya.

He didn’t see her there. She must be. It was her—

A laugh. Daniel’s laugh. He recognized that, too, and when he heard it, he knew where he’d find Maya. Just find Daniel. He followed the laugh—up—and saw them clutching the side of the cliff.

Maya leaned over to say something to Daniel. She was grinning, her eyes glittering, all her attention focused on Daniel, and Rafe felt . . .

Oh, hell. There was no question what he felt. Jealous. Daniel was her best friend. Which was . . . unusual. But things were different in Salmon Creek. When you didn’t have a lot of classmates to choose from, if you found someone you really clicked with, gender didn’t matter.

As for Daniel, though . . . Rafe had a feeling it wasn’t just friendship for him. Maybe Rafe was just jealous, imagining more between them, but one thing was clear—Daniel was not going to be happy that Rafe was here.

Whatever Maya had said made Daniel laugh and give her a shove. She swung on the belay and shoved him back, then zipped down before he could strike again. As they laughed and joked, Rafe knew that’s what he was really jealous about. When Maya was around Daniel, he saw the girl he really wanted to get to know better. He could hardly even coax a smile from her.

He stayed in the woods and watched as Maya climbed up the cliff again, against Samantha this time. Racing, he realized as he overheard them discussing the bet. Maya won. She also beat the next couple of guys.

After the last race, as Maya undid her harness, Rafe walked from the forest. “Is the game over? Or is there room for one more?”

He continued toward Maya, studying her face, trying to read her expression.

“You’re late,” she said. Her voice was light. Teasing? No, she probably just had a lot of adrenaline from the rush of the climb.

“Yeah, had some trouble getting away. Then I figured I was in the wrong place until I saw the gifts and followed the papayas.”

Rafe stopped in front of her and smiled. He didn’t think about what kind of smile he was giving, whether it was the right one for the situation. He just smiled. And she smiled back.

“So did I hear right?” he said. “Race to the top? Winner gets a kiss?”

“Maya’s done seven climbs in a row,” Daniel said. “You can race me.”

“But I don’t want to kiss you.”

Everyone laughed. Everyone except Daniel.

“If she says no, she forfeits the new grips,” Corey said. “She had to defeat all comers. That was the deal.”

Daniel shook his head. “I’m the one who offered. So it stands as is. He’s late.”

“I am,” Rafe said. “So it’s up to Maya. She’s already won. I’m just the bonus round.”

He grinned. Maya laughed, then said, “You’re on.”

As Rafe took off his jacket, he snuck a look at Maya. Was she the one? He’d thought she couldn’t be, then he’d heard about the mountain lions coming around lately, and how often she saw the reclusive big cats. He wanted to say that it meant nothing, but when you added it all up—the cats, the Native blood, Maya’s love for nature—it seemed like it had to mean something.

Which should make him happy. More than happy. He’d finally found the girl who could help him fix his sister. So why did he keep hoping he was wrong? Because he wanted Maya for himself. He didn’t want to be chasing her because she could be the key to this whole mess with Annie and the experiments. He wanted to be just a regular sixteen-year-old guy, chasing Maya because he liked her.

But he wasn’t a regular guy. Couldn’t be, for Annie’s sake. If he did manage to get Maya to go out with him, he had to check for the birthmark. If he found it, he had to tell her everything. Tell her it was all a lie. He was a lie.

She’d never forgive him for that.

He told himself that what he felt was nothing. He didn’t know Maya well enough for it to be something. She was just a girl. There’d been others before and there would be others again. But when he looked over at her and caught her looking at him, his heart did an extra thump and he really did hope it wasn’t her.

And if it was? Then he was screwed and all he could tell himself was that he’d done it for Annie. That’s what mattered. All that mattered. Someday maybe he would go back to being a regular guy. Or maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, what he wanted wasn’t important.

One last look at Maya, then Rafe turned away and let one of the guys help him into the harness.

Here’s the first of two shorts that went with the enhanced ebook edition of The Gathering. It’s quite short, and was intended to supplement the book, so if you haven’t read The Gathering yet, stop now These will contain spoilers.

The New Guy

The first day of school will always remind me of Serena. She died a year ago, just before school started. It doesn’t remind me of her death, though. What I remember is how disgustingly perky she always was on that first day.

Oh, I’m sure there are other kids who get excited about the start of the school year. Lots of them, even. Summer’s great, but eventually you run out of things to do and want to go back and see your friends. Or you do if you aren’t living in a town of two hundred people, where you’ve been with the same kids since kindergarten, and you’ve hung out with them all summer. And if you aren’t me, a girl who looks at the school year and sees nine months of jail time, trapped indoors.

Serena loved the first day of school. It was the only morning out of the year she’d actually be on time. Early, even. Dad would drop me off and she’d be at the curb, blond hair brushed to a blinding shine, her shoes so new they’d squeak as she bounced, impatiently waiting for Daniel and me to arrive.

Now it was Daniel driving me to school. And Serena wasn’t there waiting for us. But as he pulled his old pickup into the lot, I swore I could see her there, just as she’d been two years ago.

“First day!” she’d chirped as I’d crawled out of Dad’s Jeep. “Isn’t it exciting?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

She hooked her arm through mine. “Oh, come on, Maya. It is exciting. This is the real New Year, you know. A fresh start. New adventures. New people.”

“New people? Are you high? We live in Salmon Creek. The last ‘new’ kid we had was Sam, and you know how that turned out.”

“I like Sam.”

“Well, she doesn’t like us.”

“Her loss. Okay, so no new people. But I like the old ones. The guys are getting hotter. Have you noticed that?”

“It was a very warm summer.”

She rolled her eyes and started to say something, then stopped. She was staring at something behind me, and I didn’t need to turn to know what it was. Or who, I should say. Her expression gave it away.

“Maya! Serena! Hold up!”

I turned as Daniel rounded the corner.

“Speaking of hot,” Serena whispered. “Oh. My. God. I swear he gets cuter every time I see him.”

“You saw him two days ago.”

“He’s cuter now.”

I sighed and shifted my backpack to my other shoulder, lowering my voice more as Daniel jogged toward us.

“It’s Daniel, Seri,” I said. “If you like him, why don’t you ask him out?”

“Because it’s Daniel. We’ve been friends with him forever. If I ask him out, he might say no and that would just be”—she shivered—“awkward.”

“Do you want me to ask him for you?”

Genuine terror filled her blue eyes. “Don’t you—”

“Relax,” I murmured. “I wouldn’t. I like seeing you suffer the torment of unrequited first love. It looks good on you.”

It was not, as it turned out, unrequited. A few months later, Serena asked Daniel to a school dance. He accepted and they started going out. They stayed together right up to her death. Last summer. Drowned. In the lake. Because I couldn’t save her.

“You want to skip?” Daniel asked. It took a second for the memories to fade. I blinked and snapped back to the present. Two years later. Sitting in Daniel’s pickup.

“Did you hear me?” he asked.

“Um, I don’t know, because it sounded like you suggested cutting school. And if so, then that wasn’t a comet we saw from the ridge last night. It was an alien spaceship. Clearly, you have been replaced.”

“Ha-ha.” He leaned over, his face going serious. “I mean it. It’s the first day of school, which is going to remind you of Serena. Last year, you got to stay home, so this is the first time she’s—”

“Not here with me,” I murmured. “On her favorite day.”

“So, if you want to skip, we skip. Rules be damned.”

Coming from most sixteen-year-old guys, that would be sarcasm. Not Daniel. Rules matter to him, and he knew we’d get caught—another problem with living in such a tiny place. But he was suggesting it anyway. For me. And it meant a lot.

I squared my shoulders and threw open the truck door. “Today or tomorrow, it’ll still be my first day back. I should face it and get it over with. Who knows? Something new and exciting might happen.”

“You do realize we’re still in Salmon Creek, right?”

“I’m being optimistic.”

“Well, don’t. You’re scaring me.”

I laughed and climbed out.

 

Having apparently decided I was on the verge of a Serena-memory-induced meltdown, Daniel wanted to hover. I’m not good with hovering. I’m a personal-space kind of girl. Which he knows, but when that protective instinct kicks in, all bets are off. So I told him to get lost. Not in so many words, but I led him to Corey and the guys, and he got the hint, saying he’d catch up with me later.

I found Nicole at my locker. When Serena was alive, Nicole hung out with us a lot. After Serena’s death, we both seemed to realize Serena had been the glue holding us together. But I liked Nicole, so we still hung out, warily circling a real friendship.

“There’s a new guy,” she whispered as I approached.

“Huh?”

“There’s a new guy. Our age. Or a year older, I think. But he’s in our class.”

“Huh.”

She waited as I opened my locker.

“Is that all you’re going to say?” she said.

I shoved my lunch bag onto the top shelf. “A new kid is good. I just hope he’s easier to get along with than Sam.”

“Um, did you miss the guy part of that equation? It’s a new guy. Fresh, um”—she lowered her voice—“meat.”

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Plenty of girls could say “fresh meat” with a wink and a wicked grin. Nicole was not one of them. Even whispering it made her flush bright scarlet, her gaze dropping. I think that’s why she’d liked Serena so much. Because Serena could have said something like that with a wink and a grin. Hell, Serena wouldn’t have said anything. She’d have grabbed my arm and dragged me off to check out the new guy before I knew what was going on.

“Maya?” Nicole squeezed my arm. “Are you okay? I mean, I know you’re not. It’s going to be rough today. I understand that.”

Damn it. I don’t know what was worse—getting lost in my memories or having everyone know I was lost in them.

“Yes,” I said, changing the subject. “New guy equals new dating possibilities, which this town seriously needs. And, if I didn’t have a policy against dating town boys, I’d be all over this news. Or all over him, if he was worth it.”

She tried to giggle at that, but flushed again, then cleared her throat and said, “I, uh, think he is. Worth it, I mean. You know. . . .”

“Hot?”

She nodded, then pointed. I followed her finger to Hayley Morris and her entourage, who were whispering and giggling as they peered around the corner toward Principal Barnes’s office.

“I heard Brooke saw him,” Nicole said. “Now they all want to, so the report must have been good.”

I looked at her. “There are seven guys in our grade, Nic. The new kid could have a third eye and they’d be saying, ‘Yes, but it’s a nice third eye.’”

She sputtered a laugh.

“All right,” I said. “If you want to go check him out, we can.”

“W-what? Me? No. I—I didn’t mean—”

“Daniel’s down that way, too.”

That got her blushing so hard I started to worry she’d pass out from all the blood rushing to her face.

“Okay,” I said. “I’d like to check out the new guy. Fair enough?”

She nodded.

 

Hayley and her followers could make fools of themselves huddled on the corner there, giggling like twelve-year-olds. Not my style. The new guy was in the principal’s office. So I was going to the principal’s office.

I saw him as soon as I walked in. He’d been left alone waiting for Principal Barnes, and he was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear the door open.

I saw him and I . . . stopped. I stood there, still halfway through the doorway, Nicole bumping into me.

He was leaning forward, forearms on his knees, face serious, gaze distant. The particulars—what he was wearing, how tall he was, his build—all passed by unnoticed. What caught me was his face. Or not so much his face as his expression. And his eyes. Gorgeous brown eyes with a hint of yellow or orange. Amber. They stared intently at nothing. His face was set just as intently. High cheekbones. Sharp chin. Coppery skin. Hispanic, maybe, or Native. I’m Native myself, so you’d think I’d know, but I didn’t. Didn’t care. Only looked at him and thought—

“No third eye,” Nicole said.

She whispered it, but he must have heard the murmur of her voice. He blinked, getting his bearings. Then he turned and saw us, and he smiled.

I want to say that smile knocked me off my feet. I want to say that it took a somber, cute guy and made him gorgeous. I’m sure it should have. It was a great smile. But something in it. . . . That smile made whatever I’d been feeling evaporate.

He checked us out. He made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was checking us out. His gaze flicking across Nicole, then to me, and stayed on me in a long slow once-over that made his smile widen. Should I have been flattered by that smile? I’m sure Hayley would have been. But I bristled when he dismissed Nicole so quickly. Nicole was sweet and cute, and didn’t deserve that.

When his gaze settled on me—all over me—I didn’t bask in it. I wanted to clutch my books to my chest and get out from under that gaze. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed—it just pissed me off. He was looking at me like I was a T-bone steak and he was starving, and he wasn’t making any effort to hide it. That was not flattering.

“Hey,” he said, fixing me with that smile. A lazy, sexy smile. Calculatedly sexy, which made it as unsexy as I could imagine. “You girls in Ms. Morris’s class?”

“Uh-huh.” That was Nicole. I glanced at her. Now she was the one staring at him, and when he turned that smile on her, only for a split-second, I thought she was going to swoon. I wanted to elbow her and say, “If you’re falling for this bullshit, I need to get you into the city more often. Hone your player-radar.”

“I’m Rafe Martinez.” It didn’t seem possible to amp up the ooze in his smile, but he managed it. “Rafael, but everyone calls me Rafe.”

“I’m Nicole.”

She shook his hand, then he extended it to me. I stood there, just holding my books, and met his gaze, stone-faced. I thought he flinched, but I’m probably giving my stone-face too much credit.

“Maya,” I said finally, grudgingly.

“Maya. Pretty name. It suits you.”

“Right.” I glanced at the secretary’s desk. “Well, since it seems no one’s in here to help us, we should go, Nic.”

“We could—” she began

“Go,” I said. “The guys will be waiting.”

I gave Rafe a nod—my parents raised me too well to let me walk out without that.

“So, I’ll see you in class?” he said as I pulled open the door. “French, first period, right?”

“That’s right,” I said and ushered Nicole out.

“He likes you,” she whispered as we walked down the hall.

“Uh-huh.”

“No, I’m serious. He likes you.”

“And I’d be a lot more flattered by that if I didn’t get the sense that Rafael Martinez’s criteria for a hot chick is limited to a double X chromosome and the lack of a third eye.”

She looked confused. “But he’s cute, right?”

“Yes, he’s cute.”

Clearly, my response was less enthusiastic than she’d have liked. She kept watching me, as if ready to stick a thermometer in my mouth to make sure I was okay.

“You don’t know him yet,” she said. “Maybe he’ll grow on you.”

I looked back through the office window. Rafe was still standing there, as if he’d forgotten what he’d been doing. Lost in his thoughts again.

As I watched him, I felt a glimmer of what I’d felt earlier. And I wasn’t sure exactly what that was, but it felt . . . like something. Then he seemed to sense I was watching. He turned and when he did, that look vanished, that guy vanished, the player sliding into his place, flashing me a cocky “caught you looking” grin.

I turned back to Nicole and murmured, “No, I don’t think he will,” and hoped I didn’t sound too disappointed.

Here’s the trailer for The Calling!

I have two last ARCs* to give away. I’d planned to do them on Twitter, but with the video coming at the same time, it makes more sense to use it

Now, before I ask the question: answers go TO THE E-MAIL ADDRESS LISTED!! Even after a full week of daily contests, with repeated warnings, I continued to get answers posted as comments, which means, not only do I need to rush in and delete them, but they didn’t count as contest entries.

In the video, Maya puts a guy up against a tree. Not quite accurate–she doesn’t have super-strength. But the question is: what color are his shoes? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Tuesday March 20. I’ll choose two correct answers Wednesday.

My contests are always international. One entry per person please.
 

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.

Continuing to give away my last Calling ARCs* to give away. This is the last one for the blogs. Next week, I’ll see how many I have left (2-3 I think) and I’ll likely to a quickie giveaway on Twitter.

Here’s Hayley. The question: Which TV show did Hayley audition for? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Wednesday March 7. I’ll choose one correct answer tomorrow. If you post the answer below, it will be deleted and you are NOT entered into the contest. That requires an email.

Yesterday’s winner has been notified.

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.

Continuing to give away my last Calling ARCs* to give away. Here’s Nicole!

This one’s only tough if you haven’t been following the contests Which other character is Nicole’s cousin? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Tuesday March 6. I’ll choose one correct answer tomorrow. If you post the answer below, it will be deleted and you are NOT entered into the contest. That requires an email.

Yesterday’s winner has been notified.

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.

Continuing to give away my last Calling ARCs* to give away. Here’s Corey!

Tougher one now. Which girl does Maya find Corey with at her party? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Monday March 5. I’ll choose one correct answer tomorrow. If you post the answer below, it will be deleted and you are NOT entered into the contest. That requires an email.

 

Yesterday’s winner has been notified.

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.

Continuing to give away my last Calling ARCs* to give away. Here’s Sam!

Another easy one. Who said Sam’s freckles were cute? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Friday March 2. I’ll choose one correct answer Monday (when the contests will resume) If you post the answer below, it will be deleted and you are NOT entered into the contest. That requires an email.

 

Yesterday’s winner has been notified.

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.

Continuing to give away my last Calling ARCs* to give away. Here’s Annie! She’s not actually in school anymore, but we’ll pretend this is an old yearbook page

Easy one this time. What kind of vehicle did Annie used to own? EMAIL YOUR ANSWER to contest@kelleyarmstrong.com before midnight Eastern Thursday March 1. I’ll choose one correct answer tomorrow

Guys, you need to EMAIL entries, not post them here. I’ve bolded it. I’ve made it red. And I’m still deleting correct answers from the comments. I’m trying for all caps now Maybe tomorrow I’ll figure out how to make it flash LOL

Yesterday’s winner has been notified.

* an ARC is an Advance Reader Copy, a paperback version made before proof-reading is complete.