party?”
Only Emma could goad me into doing something I didn’t want. If I didn’t know better, I swore my cousin set her up to do it on purpose, because the next thing I knew, I was escorting the three amigos across campus.
Christ, when had I lost the ability to make them listen to reason?
What I had wanted to say was that no, I didn’t think I could handle a college party if I had to babysit the three most troublesome, danger-seeking, hair-brain girls in the universe. But I knew that statement would blow up in my face.
And without me, let’s be real, the amount of crap they could get themselves into was scarily staggering. A half-demon, a hunter, and…there were no words to describe Angel—what an utter formula for disaster.
I let out a bear-sized sigh, which could be heard over the clopping of heels and sneakers. Each time I stepped outside during the night, a yearning pulled at the demon—the darkness. I listened, picking up the sounds of laughter, the rustle of leaves, and Lil Wayne—most importantly, no howling.
Angel looped her arm through mine. “Relax,” she whispered.
If only…
The two-story dark blue row house was pouring with college students. Some lounged on the lawn, while others hung out on the balcony or the porch. They all carried plastic cups. It was a staple, along with horrible taste in music.
This was my first, and probably my last, college party.
“So where do we find SoCalie?” Emma asked, scouring the perimeter. Some instincts were bred deep, like being paranoid. She had traded in her usual camo for white shorts and a black tank top.
Lexi’s whole face transformed. She had always looked like a fluttering humming bird to me—sweet and tiny. Seeing her light up was causing mixed emotions inside me. I didn’t know if I was going to puke or dot both of this guy’s eyes with my fists. In all honesty, I was feeling jealous and shielding. Travis and I had been the only guys in Lexi’s life—ever. Hayden didn’t count. We all had known that it wasn’t serious. Their relationship/friendship had been more out of loneliness and boredom, and possibly some pressure to date one of our own.
But this douche… He made her heart skip.
Climbing down the last few steps from the stoop was a willowy guy. He wasn’t as tall as me, and he definitely didn’t have my godly physic, but I couldn’t really expect him to compare to perfection. The stupid grin on his lips was charming and harmless. His brown eyes were only for Lexi. It sort of felt like an intrusion, the three of us standing around gawking at them.
A flop of sandy hair, a tad too long hung in his face. “Hey,” he greeted Lexi.
Eloquent.
“Hey,” Lexi replied with giddiness.
I rolled my eyes. This poor sod had no game. How he had been able to catch a splinter of Lexi’s attention was beyond me.
SoCalie (I got the reference now. He looked like he had grown up on the sandy shores of California) shoved his hands into the pockets of his khakis shorts. “You made it.”
Lex lowered her eyelashes, angling her body closer to the doofus. “You didn’t honestly think I would miss this?”
The nauseating feeling was starting to come back.
“Come on. I’ll introduce you to everyone.” He reached to secure her hand.
That was my cue. I stepped between them. “Hang on…”
“Colin,” he supplied with a friendly but cautious grin. “And you are?”
Your worst nightmare, friend.
I give him points for standing his ground. He didn’t shy away, and I thought I saw a flicker of annoyance at my intrusion. That was something to think about. I felt Lexi’s eyes at my back, incinerating me with sharp, deadly daggers. I ignored her. “Chase, Lexi’s cousin.” My chest expanded, and I stood a little straighter. I found intimidation always worked best.
His brows furrowed together, until the name clicked. “Oh, right. Lexi’s talks about you all the time. It’s nice to put a face with the name.” The muscles in his
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