WE PICKED UP BURGERS AND fries at a drive–thru not far from the airport and took the food back to Ivy’s house. I was hoping beyond hope that the wards were not up, that Ryan had thought to call ahead and get Ivy to disarm her psychic gate lock. Jared turned the car into the driveway with one smooth motion, and I let out a relieved breath when the gate slid open and we glided into the driveway without resistance.
Ryan had overtaken us a few streets back, and his car was already in the garage when we parked in front of the door. I sensed him in the house and reached my mental tendrils out to him.
Please don’t come out, I begged Ryan through the bond. I have enough explaining to do without you, too.
Alright, Your Highness. Sam and Ivy are out, you’ve got the run of the house.
Thank you, I replied silently. Small favors and all that.
“Who did you say you were staying with again?” Jared asked innocently.
“Oh, just some people from the track team,” I lied. I felt terrible about being dishonest, but what was I supposed to say? “The dorms aren’t available until next month.”
“Nice house,” Jared said, obviously impressed.
The door was unlocked, and I ushered them both inside. Evie looked positively sick, I guessed from all the magic she could sense. I could feel it and I wasn’t a witch, so she must have been positively swimming in spells and the smell of herbs and potions. And probably blood. I know I could smell the sweet stench of the red gold in the refrigerator. Maybe she could, too.
We all ate quickly and silently at the outdoor table, overlooking the pool. I had almost set up plates and napkins in the lounge room, but decided against it at the last minute. I didn’t want to sit with Jared on the same couch where I had kissed Ryan, and I sure as hell didn’t want to sit at the kitchen table where It had happened. As I shovelled fries into my mouth I couldn’t help but notice Evie studying the way I ate, the way I looked at Jared, the way I kept glancing nervously towards the hallway where I knew Ryan was eavesdropping on everything we said.
I excused myself when it became clear that Ryan wanted to talk to me.
“Hi” I said casually.
“Are you okay?” Ryan’s concerned voice irritated me instantly.
“I’m fine,” I said tightly. “You need to stop chattering in my head. Jared is getting suspicious because you keep distracting me. I’ll talk to you later.”
“I’m coming out,” Ryan responded.
“What?” I said, alarmed. “No. You can’t. Do not come out of this house.”
“Chill out, babe. I’m not going to crash your little reunion. I just want to see the witch, that’s all.”
“Why?” I hissed. “You got a thing for witches?”
Oh, that’s right, he did. He just smiled with nauseating fake sweetness.
“Spoken like a true stalker,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t come out.”
“I love you, too!” Ryan sang in a high–pitched girl’s voice.
When I got back to the kitchen, Evie was sitting at the table alone, and looking at me as if she’d heard the whole conversation. I looked at the kitchen table and cringed inside. “Where’s Jared?” I asked, scanning the room.
“Asleep,” Evie replied casually. “In your room. Well, I assumed it was your room? The first one off the hallway. It has all your stuff in there. It looks pretty nice for a prison.”
I hadn’t even heard either of them come inside. Which was weird for a vampire, but still. I had been distracted.
“How is he asleep?” I demanded. “I was gone for, like, two minutes at the most.”
Evie smiled indulgently. “I put him to sleep,” she said. Magic. Of course. I was surrounded by it, and up until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t even known it existed.
“Well, that’s probably a good thing,” I said, although I was pained at the sudden loss of his presence so soon after seeing him again.
“So,” Evie said, all businesslike. “We have a few hours before Mr. Tired Eyes wakes up. Tell me everything.”
I hardly needed convincing. I hesitated for a split second, then opened my mouth and let everything out in one long go.
I told her. In a voice barely above a whisper, I let open the floodgates and told her every single thing that had happened to me since the last time we had seen each other, the night that I was kidnapped. In some parts, I cried alone; in other parts, like when I told her of my death and rebirth, we cried together.
Except for the night with Ryan. I couldn’t say those words, not to anyone. I would die with the events of that night—at least the ones I remembered—locked away in the deepest recesses of my soul.
When I was finished, and I had no more words, I looked at the clock in the kitchen to see that more than two hours had passed. Exhausted, I rose from the table and rubbed my grit–filled eyes. Stumbling across the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and fished out a bottle of ‘tomato juice’. I didn’t really feel like it but I knew I probably wouldn’t have another chance until Jared left, and I’d never gone three days without blood before. I decided not to nuke the blood, happier when it didn’t taste like it had just come out of some poor human’s neck as they struggled for their life. It was cold, oddly refreshing, but it left an awful metallic taste in my mouth.
I could feel myself being watched and turned to face Evie, dragging my palm across my face to make sure there was no blood left on my lips.
“Do you like it?” she asked quietly, looking at the red–rimmed bottle. It wasn’t like she was just talking about the bottle. It was as if she was asking me if I enjoyed being a vampire.
“No,” I snapped. “I don’t. Do you like using magic to make my boyfriend pass out?”
Evie blinked, took a step back. I felt my shoulders sag as I realized the compulsion had been coming through in my voice. “I’m sorry,” I added hastily, shaking my head.
“It’s okay,” Evie said. “Your compulsion doesn’t work on me.”
“You know,” I said, turning to rinse the bottle in the sink, “you haven’t told me anything about you being a witch. Is it a family thing?”
She didn’t answer; and when I turned back, I understood why. I felt the color drain from my face as I locked eyes with my maker.
“I told you to leave us alone,” I said in a murderous tone.
Ryan, as arrogant as ever, leaned against the bench, where he’d evidently been languishing without either of us hearing. He was that good.
“Your little boyfriend is still fast asleep,” Ryan said lightly, waving his hand. “Surely Evangeline doesn’t mind my company? I mean, now that she knows everything about us?” He shot a nasty glance at me, and I raised my eyebrows in disbelief at his accusing stare.
“She’s my best friend,” I said defensively. “I tell her everything. Including what a dick you are.”
“Thank you,” he replied mockingly. “I’ve always measured my self–worth on how teenage girls perceive me.” He looked from me to tight–lipped Evie, who wasn’t saying a thing.
“Can’t you just leave me alone for one night?” I asked him, exasperated. “I’m not going to die. And if I do, I promise it’s not your fault.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Evie said slowly, staring Ryan in the eye. I saw power flare yellow in Ryan’s eyes as he attempted to subdue her mentally. He reached his hand closer and brushed her cheek—and incredibly, a white–hot spark extended from her skin, burning Ryan’s fingers. He drew back with vampire speed, wrapping his unharmed hand around his smoldering fingers. Suddenly, the kitchen stank like burnt flesh.
“I knew fire was your element,” he said, a devilish grin breaking out on his smug face. “The personality gives it away every time.”
“Well, look how smart you are,” she said icily. “And what kind of vampire are you? The order of Elijah tattoo doesn’t look like it suits your personality at all.” She gestured to the intricate pattern of black wings and symbols etched around Ryan’s wrist.
Ryan was definitely intrigued by my apparent witch best friend. “Do tell,” he pressed her. “What kind of personality do I have?”
“I know you were following me,” she hissed. “For months, I knew there were vampires. And then you took a poor human girl who couldn’t even put up a fight? Why not take me and at least keep life interesting?”
Ryan’s asshole facade dropped slightly, and I felt his confusion through the bond. “I didn’t follow you,” he replied, as he looked her up and down. “Though I would follow you, don’t get me wrong.”
“Bullshit!” Evie’s voice was getting louder. “I know you were there. I had a vampire tailing me since Christmas last year.”
“It wasn’t him,” I said. “He’s confused. He’s trying to cover that up because he’s a dick, but he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”
Evie looked at me like I had grown a second head. “You believe him?” she asked in a horrified tone. “You think he’s telling you the truth, Mia?”
“He never tells me the whole truth,” I said to her while I stared at him. “But I can tell when he’s lying. It’s part of the bond.”
“Great. A fucking vampire bond. Well, I’m going to bed.” She flounced into the empty bedroom next to mine, where I had put her bags. A minute later, she poked her head out of the room and addressed Ryan directly. “Oh, and if you try to bite me while I’m asleep, vampire boy, I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to a troll.”
He smiled and blew a kiss at her. She slammed the door in response.
Ryan and I studied each other uneasily across the kitchen bench.
“She’s here to take you home,” Ryan said seriously.
“Well, wouldn’t you do the same if you were her?” I replied in a voice barely above a whisper. “She thinks it’s her fault that I’m here.”
Ryan shrugged. “So what are you planning on telling her?”
I set my jaw stubbornly and didn’t answer.
“You’re going?” Ryan asked, his tone carefully neutral, his eyes flashing with frustration.
“Caleb doesn’t even care about me” I hissed, careful not to wake up Jared who was still asleep in my bed fifteen feet away from where we stood. “Have you ever thought that maybe he just wants that goddamned heart back?”
Ryan looked taken aback, and I felt anger rise inside me as his reaction confirmed my growing suspicion.
“Give me one good reason why I should stay,” I demanded. “Now. Or I’m leaving tonight.”
He scowled, and I could see he understood. I had him backed into a corner.
“If you go home now,” he said seriously, “you will die.”
“How?” I asked. “How will I die? I want details.”
When he didn’t speak, I raised my eyebrows to prompt him. “Start talking,” I demanded. “You know I’m serious.”
“I don’t know what he’s going to do,” he said through gritted teeth. “If I did, I’d be able to stop him!”
He tore his gaze away from me, and I saw the internal struggle he was having. He looked down the hallway one last time, then back at me.
“Please,” he pleaded. “Please just trust me?”
I didn’t answer him; I just pushed past him and stormed off to my room.