“Why can’t you back
off?”
He staggered back and lowered his brows at my
rudeness. I pushed him so hard his blazer flapped back off his
shoulder and I saw a flash of green and gold swinging from his
neck, resting on his chest above his heart. He had a pendant like
mine. It explained why he was so interested in the one I wore. His
was different though, bigger and darker in colour. Huh, despite his
interesting taste in jewellery, I was still pissed at him. I was
raw and not fit for any other surprises. A girl can only handle so
much crazy. I’d told him to leave me alone, but he didn’t seem to
take subtle and even blatant hints. It was time to be rude. My
shaking hand pushed the hair from my eyes so I could glare
properly.
“Why do you keep popping up? Everywhere I go
there you are.” As I said the words I realized how true they were.
He was always nearby, lurking somewhere. I’d never seen it before
then.
“So what if I am following you?”
I scowled. He wasn’t even going to try and
deny it. “If you are then stop.”
“Of course, but I want you to give me
something first.”
The door swept open again. My heart skipped a
whole two thumps then pumped at double time. Because Breandan
stepped into the room, his bare feet silent on the stone floor. He
let the door of the library close with a dull click, and his gaze
flicked between us. If I could have picked one person to never join the conversation I was having with Devlin,
Breandan would be that person. Clearly the universe was out to get
me.
Irritation twisted Devlin’s expression before
it settled into overly pleasing handsome lines. His lips twitched
and his attention locked solely on me.
My head swung from one to the other unsure of
where to focus. As if one stupidly good-looking boy wasn’t hard
enough to deal with, I now had two messing with my mind. I sat down
heavily on the nearest bench I could find and put my head in my
hands. I was beginning to think it possible for your head to
explode from stress.
Breandan straddled the bench and settled
close by me. He sighed. “You can’t help but find trouble,” he
said.
My rude response caught in my throat. I
stared at his guarded face and wanted to scream at him. I wanted to
demand to know what he was doing exposing himself and me like this, and tell him to get lost.
All I whispered was, “You shouldn’t be
here.”
Something shifted in his expression, and told
me he knew how much I was freaking out, since he smiled.
He touched my cheek. “We are safe.”
“Am I interrupting?” Devlin asked icily.
His hands were fisted both sides of him, and
his lips had a rigid set. Blazer hanging open, I glimpsed his
impressive physique as he turned his gaze to Breandan. Impressive
but odd, he didn’t have any marks. All boys had marks. Not as many
as Breandan, who had enough tattoos for three, but Devlin’s skin
was completely pure.
“Rae, aren’t you going to introduce us?” he
asked and stared at Breandan.
Without looking at him, Breandan replied as
he entwined his fingers with mine. “I’m no concern of yours.”
Fingers firm and warm rubbed against mine. I
was hyper aware of the touch. It reminded me of the last time I had
my hand in another’s, in a vampires. That thought pulled me up
short. The vampire had touched me and I’d let him. Wow. I
was seriously messed up. Years of being unable to interact with
others, and I let demons drape themselves all over me. I tugged my
hand away but it was a pitiful attempt. More for the sake of
telling myself I had resisted, rather than actually wanting him to
let me go.
“Interesting,” Devlin said. “I thought only
Disciples, Clerics or Priests were allowed at Temple. I’m new here,
but I’ve never seen you before. When did you enroll?”
They peered at each other warily. Backs
straightening and necks stiffening, they became silent.
A pressing need to defend Breandan had me
stuttering, “It’s no big, Devlin. He’s my, uh…guest.” I
off?”
He staggered back and lowered his brows at my
rudeness. I pushed him so hard his blazer flapped back off his
shoulder and I saw a flash of green and gold swinging from his
neck, resting on his chest above his heart. He had a pendant like
mine. It explained why he was so interested in the one I wore. His
was different though, bigger and darker in colour. Huh, despite his
interesting taste in jewellery, I was still pissed at him. I was
raw and not fit for any other surprises. A girl can only handle so
much crazy. I’d told him to leave me alone, but he didn’t seem to
take subtle and even blatant hints. It was time to be rude. My
shaking hand pushed the hair from my eyes so I could glare
properly.
“Why do you keep popping up? Everywhere I go
there you are.” As I said the words I realized how true they were.
He was always nearby, lurking somewhere. I’d never seen it before
then.
“So what if I am following you?”
I scowled. He wasn’t even going to try and
deny it. “If you are then stop.”
“Of course, but I want you to give me
something first.”
The door swept open again. My heart skipped a
whole two thumps then pumped at double time. Because Breandan
stepped into the room, his bare feet silent on the stone floor. He
let the door of the library close with a dull click, and his gaze
flicked between us. If I could have picked one person to never join the conversation I was having with Devlin,
Breandan would be that person. Clearly the universe was out to get
me.
Irritation twisted Devlin’s expression before
it settled into overly pleasing handsome lines. His lips twitched
and his attention locked solely on me.
My head swung from one to the other unsure of
where to focus. As if one stupidly good-looking boy wasn’t hard
enough to deal with, I now had two messing with my mind. I sat down
heavily on the nearest bench I could find and put my head in my
hands. I was beginning to think it possible for your head to
explode from stress.
Breandan straddled the bench and settled
close by me. He sighed. “You can’t help but find trouble,” he
said.
My rude response caught in my throat. I
stared at his guarded face and wanted to scream at him. I wanted to
demand to know what he was doing exposing himself and me like this, and tell him to get lost.
All I whispered was, “You shouldn’t be
here.”
Something shifted in his expression, and told
me he knew how much I was freaking out, since he smiled.
He touched my cheek. “We are safe.”
“Am I interrupting?” Devlin asked icily.
His hands were fisted both sides of him, and
his lips had a rigid set. Blazer hanging open, I glimpsed his
impressive physique as he turned his gaze to Breandan. Impressive
but odd, he didn’t have any marks. All boys had marks. Not as many
as Breandan, who had enough tattoos for three, but Devlin’s skin
was completely pure.
“Rae, aren’t you going to introduce us?” he
asked and stared at Breandan.
Without looking at him, Breandan replied as
he entwined his fingers with mine. “I’m no concern of yours.”
Fingers firm and warm rubbed against mine. I
was hyper aware of the touch. It reminded me of the last time I had
my hand in another’s, in a vampires. That thought pulled me up
short. The vampire had touched me and I’d let him. Wow. I
was seriously messed up. Years of being unable to interact with
others, and I let demons drape themselves all over me. I tugged my
hand away but it was a pitiful attempt. More for the sake of
telling myself I had resisted, rather than actually wanting him to
let me go.
“Interesting,” Devlin said. “I thought only
Disciples, Clerics or Priests were allowed at Temple. I’m new here,
but I’ve never seen you before. When did you enroll?”
They peered at each other warily. Backs
straightening and necks stiffening, they became silent.
A pressing need to defend Breandan had me
stuttering, “It’s no big, Devlin. He’s my, uh…guest.” I
Similar Books
