suggest you come up with a more brilliant plan, because this one is pathetic,” Tristan said, challenging me. The fire in his hands evaporated into air, and he was gone again.
“ That is one angry prince.”
I turned around at the sound of D’s voice. She stood behind me, smiling as if there weren’t chaos going on around us. She wore an erotic, short red dress with a seductive smile on her face. Around her neck dangled an ancient crystal necklace that glowed every time a soul died—which was every second, so the necklace never stopped shimmering.
D was the only friend I had. She was the Grim Reaper and the keeper of the Underworld. As the Grim Reaper, it was her job to lead dead souls to the Underworld, where they’d cross over. And her being here meant she came to take the souls of those I just killed.
“ And he just made one angry Gideon.” I made an attempt to go over to Tristan, but D stopped me.
“ Patience, handsome. You aren’t going to get anywhere near his human by being Gideon.”
“ How the hell am I supposed to kill her then?”
“ I suggest if you want to kill the girl, you befriend her first.”
I frowned, puzzled. That was the dumbest idea I’d ever heard. Why the hell would I waste my time befriending a human?
“ Trust me, it would be brilliant,” she added. “Tristan isn’t going to leave her side, and the only way you will even get close to her is by joining her circle. As a friend .”
Her plan didn’t seem dumb when I realized she was right.
“ The prince did say I needed a new plan.” I freed myself from D’s grip, my anger fading.
I didn’t know how the whole friendship thing worked, but this was a challenge I couldn’t pass up.
T he plan was simple. Befriend her.
Find her weakness, make her vulnerable, and then kill her. When I arrived at school the next day, reporters had surrounded the grounds. I heard Abigail’s name floating around as they discussed her heroism to the cameras. What the hell was going on here? What did I miss?
I snapped my fingers and found myself outside our classroom. “Abigail,” Sarah was saying, “I didn’t know they were reporters, and you didn’t say not to tell anyone you saved us.”
There was no way Abigail could have saved them, and if she did, how did she do it? What kind of a human was she, anyway?
“ Sarah, it’s all right. I’m fine,” Abigail sighed, lifting her head. She didn’t sound fine to me.
Only a few students paid attention when the teacher began teaching. Abigail lifted her head to look at the board. Before I knew it, the school bell was ringing for lunch.
“ Remember to do your homework!” the teacher called as students filed out. Abigail, her friends, Tristan, and I were the last students in the room gathering our books.
“ You want to get some lunch, Abby?” Tristan asked. “Or I can grab you something.”
“ I’m fine. Go on ahead,” she said. “I’ll join you later.”
Tristan hesitated, showing me he didn’t want to leave Abigail behind, but when Danny nodded his head toward the door, Tristan didn’t argue. They all looked regretfully at her before they walked out of the classroom.
Befriend her . I repeated the words in my head before I stood and made my way over to her.
The moment I reached her table, Tristan appeared in the room, invisible.
He was everywhere!
“ It seems it’s just you and me now, Miss Cells. How about that tour?” I asked, and once again I took a seat beside her. I pretended not to notice Tristan.
“ It’s just you, actually. I’m leaving,” Abigail said as she turned to look at me.
“ So was that a yes to the tour?” I brought it up again.
Abigail stood. “I take it you either haven’t heard the news or you don’t care.” She started packing. “You aren’t grilling me with questions, so which is it?”
“ Oh, I heard about what happened. It’s everywhere.” I stood and stepped beside her. Tristan also took a step closer, but I
“ That is one angry prince.”
I turned around at the sound of D’s voice. She stood behind me, smiling as if there weren’t chaos going on around us. She wore an erotic, short red dress with a seductive smile on her face. Around her neck dangled an ancient crystal necklace that glowed every time a soul died—which was every second, so the necklace never stopped shimmering.
D was the only friend I had. She was the Grim Reaper and the keeper of the Underworld. As the Grim Reaper, it was her job to lead dead souls to the Underworld, where they’d cross over. And her being here meant she came to take the souls of those I just killed.
“ And he just made one angry Gideon.” I made an attempt to go over to Tristan, but D stopped me.
“ Patience, handsome. You aren’t going to get anywhere near his human by being Gideon.”
“ How the hell am I supposed to kill her then?”
“ I suggest if you want to kill the girl, you befriend her first.”
I frowned, puzzled. That was the dumbest idea I’d ever heard. Why the hell would I waste my time befriending a human?
“ Trust me, it would be brilliant,” she added. “Tristan isn’t going to leave her side, and the only way you will even get close to her is by joining her circle. As a friend .”
Her plan didn’t seem dumb when I realized she was right.
“ The prince did say I needed a new plan.” I freed myself from D’s grip, my anger fading.
I didn’t know how the whole friendship thing worked, but this was a challenge I couldn’t pass up.
T he plan was simple. Befriend her.
Find her weakness, make her vulnerable, and then kill her. When I arrived at school the next day, reporters had surrounded the grounds. I heard Abigail’s name floating around as they discussed her heroism to the cameras. What the hell was going on here? What did I miss?
I snapped my fingers and found myself outside our classroom. “Abigail,” Sarah was saying, “I didn’t know they were reporters, and you didn’t say not to tell anyone you saved us.”
There was no way Abigail could have saved them, and if she did, how did she do it? What kind of a human was she, anyway?
“ Sarah, it’s all right. I’m fine,” Abigail sighed, lifting her head. She didn’t sound fine to me.
Only a few students paid attention when the teacher began teaching. Abigail lifted her head to look at the board. Before I knew it, the school bell was ringing for lunch.
“ Remember to do your homework!” the teacher called as students filed out. Abigail, her friends, Tristan, and I were the last students in the room gathering our books.
“ You want to get some lunch, Abby?” Tristan asked. “Or I can grab you something.”
“ I’m fine. Go on ahead,” she said. “I’ll join you later.”
Tristan hesitated, showing me he didn’t want to leave Abigail behind, but when Danny nodded his head toward the door, Tristan didn’t argue. They all looked regretfully at her before they walked out of the classroom.
Befriend her . I repeated the words in my head before I stood and made my way over to her.
The moment I reached her table, Tristan appeared in the room, invisible.
He was everywhere!
“ It seems it’s just you and me now, Miss Cells. How about that tour?” I asked, and once again I took a seat beside her. I pretended not to notice Tristan.
“ It’s just you, actually. I’m leaving,” Abigail said as she turned to look at me.
“ So was that a yes to the tour?” I brought it up again.
Abigail stood. “I take it you either haven’t heard the news or you don’t care.” She started packing. “You aren’t grilling me with questions, so which is it?”
“ Oh, I heard about what happened. It’s everywhere.” I stood and stepped beside her. Tristan also took a step closer, but I
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