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Peace out, home skillet.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Like, I wouldn’t even walk from here to the dance floor with you.” “Well, that’s kind of offensive, but we’re about to be raided and not in the fun way.” There was a fun way of getting raided?
“You were in a room with some dude named Luc?” James repeated. Then he said under his breath with a grin, “You hussy.” I ignored him.
I swore to God and the Holy Ghost, I was going to ninja kick him in the face.
were black against the purple, the irises fuzzy. “I could do a lot of things. I have done a lot of things, and sometimes, I do hurt people,” he said quietly, softly. “But I could never hurt you.”
“He’s trying to kidnap me.” “Is that so?” The brilliant green gaze slid to Luc. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff. Freaky.”
“I won’t hurt you. Ever. The rest won’t be so lucky.”
“You tried to kidnap me, Luc.” “Hmm,” he murmured. “That means I like you.”
His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS.
“What do you need help with, Evie? Tell me. The world is your oyster and I’m your pearl.”
making sure there weren’t any surprises.” Kent moved closer to me. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. You’re Evie. I’m Kent. I like long walks in dark cemeteries and I want to have a pet llama before I die.”
careful.” Kent hitched my bag over his shoulder. “But I won’t let your bag out of my sight.” He brought it around to his chest and hugged it close. “It’ll be my new best friend.”
“I’m gonna make myself scarce with your bag.” Kent walked past us, whistling what sounded like a Christmas song under his breath, and opened one of the doors down the hall. “You two kids behave yourselves! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I didn’t want her tainted like this, but it was too late. The truth had a way of erasing the past you knew.
“A bottle?” Grayson laughed. “Did you just throw a bottle?” “At least she’s helping,” Luc shot back, lifting his hand. “Hey.” Grayson pulled the sucker out of his mouth. “I’m here for moral support.”
“Very dominant of you. Maybe I’m the submissive type in, you know, the—”
did like him. He was kind of growing on me. Like mold—if mold was ripped and hard and hot and—
I was hanging on to him like a feral octopus.
“What do you want?” he asked, his gaze holding mine. “You,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “You have me.” His thumb dragged along my lower lip. “You’ve always had me. Always.”
“You were all my good memories.”
“We do whatever we normally do. This stuff that happened? It cannot rule your life, controlling every waking second. If you let that happen, then what’s the point?”
Interest filled Luc’s face. “Does that lunch include grilled cheese sandwiches?” “Actually, it does.” My mouth dropped open. He scooted to the edge of the bed. “And tomato soup?” “Luc,” she said, and sighed. “Does it? Because if you say yes, we’re going to be new best friends, and yeah, that would be weird, with the age difference and all, but we’ll get past that. I know it.” Her lips twitched. “I just put the soup on the stove.”
