Steve always had a flair for the dramatic. He should have raised one ghostly fist in the air as he said it; though,for the full effect.
Kiersten WhiteWhat were you thinking,sending that rabid monkey child to my school?" I shouted into my communicator.
"Beg pardon?" Raquel asked.
"Jack.My school.The girls' locker room. Ring any bells? If Carlee hadn't sworn to my ogre of a gym teacher that Jack was neither my boyfriend nor my brother, I probably would have been suspended!"
"Your gym teacher is an ogre?"
"Focus!If I get suspended,my grades take a hit. If my grades take a hit, I might not get into Georgetown. And I will get into Georgetown."
"I'm pleased to see you finally taking ownership of your education. And I'm sorry about Jack;I asked him to contact you discreetly."
"That boy wouldn't know discreet if it tap--danced on his stupid blond head."
"Still,if this discreet were tap dancing,it wouldn't be very discreet,now, would it?
Ooh, can you make it look like bugs are exploding out of my skin?"
He dropped a few inches in his hovering. "Seriously?"
"Could be cool,right? If you want, I'll even pretend to be scared."
"It's not the same when you're faking." He dropped down to my eye level; this left about half of him beneath the floor, but he didn't seem to notice.
A few painful shifts and I was comfortable, in a not-going-to-die-right-now-but-maybe-later sort of way.
Kiersten WhiteWhoa,calm-"
I whipped around, slapping my palm flat against the chest of-Jack. Again. Seriously,one of these times I was going to kill him by accident. Or on purpose.And I wasn't going to be sorry.
Jack waved cheerfully, got a running start,and did several roundoffs down the length of the hall.
I turned to Raquel."i think he's broken."
She heaved a don't I know it sigh. "Jack's past isn't one that contributes to stability.But he's a good boy."
He nearly got me disembowled by my gym teacher.Good boy he was not.
Miss Lynn came around the corner of the row of lockers,glaring daggers. No, daggers would be too delicate a weapon for her.Glaring sledgehammers was probably more appropriate.
Kiersten WhiteI guess I can swing it,then." A night free from cow print and grease? Bleep yes I could swing it. "So where to? Italy? Iceland? Ooh,I could go for Japan.
Kiersten WhiteI walked toward her office,lost in thought about Lish, and poor Steve,and all the other souls I'd sent out of this life,some quite literally. Where did they go?Did Steve go the same place as Lish?And was it vampire Steve ir normal Steve? What exactly happened to the souls when their human bodies died and became vampires?And then when the vampire bodies died?
Hello,headache.
Heaven and hell,your hands are cold."
"I never thought I'd prefer the dead silence of the Paths over anything,but it had to be better than listening to this idiot. And I didn't need any reminders that my hands were cold. Cold,mortal,dying hands. "Can we not talk?"
"But you're such a charming conversationalist. Still,if you'd prefer to simply bask in the glory of my company, I understand. You're probably overwhelmed by holding my hand and want to enjoy the moment."
I rolled my eyes. "It's all I can do not to swoon,but I'll try to contain myself."
"I think swooning is highly underrated. You could bring it back into vogue."
I turned my head to look at him rather than focus on the inky black around us. It was like people on the Paths existed outside anything else.Jack and I were the only two creatures alive,for all you could tell.What a horrible thought.
"Where on earth did you come from?" I asked.
He grinned,but there was a strange tightness to his face. "Telling that story would require talking,which I seem to recall you requested not happen.And here we are!" With a flourish he waved a hand-at nothing.
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