Death, Doom and Detention
Page 12He tried to step closer and stumbled into me instead. I braced myself for both a fall and a vision, but nothing happened besides almost getting knocked unconscious. I pushed him off me, spilling half my strawberry vodka in the process.
“My bad,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “You look nice tonight.”
“So,” Tabitha said, angling her shoulders to block Joss, completely dismissing him. He shrugged and staggered back to the fire, the bottle tipped at his mouth.
“So?” I asked, taking another drink. It seemed the more I drank, the easier it became to swallow the hot liquid.
“You and Jared?” she asked, and I realized she had been biding her time, waiting for the opportunity to ply me with alcohol—a learned behavior—before asking the personal questions. “Are you guys a thing?” she continued. “I mean, it seemed like you might be a thing there for about five minutes, but now you hardly look at each other. And yet he’s always near you. So, what gives?” She took a drink from her own cup, eyeing me in question from over the rim.
The world slid to the left a bit as I watched her, the alcohol affecting my equilibrium already. That was really fast. But as much fun as I was having, I just didn’t think I could bring myself to have a heart-to-heart with Tabitha Sind.
“We’re not a thing,” I said, taking another drink so I could hide behind my cup.
She brightened. “Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, I thought maybe—”
“Nope,” I said, cutting her off. “We’re just friends.”
“Jared!” Her tone took on a sharp pitch that cut through the frigid air.
“You came.”
She stepped closer, and I realized Jared was behind me. I closed my eyes and let out a long, exaggerated huff of air. How on earth did he find me?
“I didn’t think you’d come.” She was lying. Was that why she’d invited me? As a way to get Jared to come to her stupid party? I felt so used. And nauseated. Though one had nothing to do with the other.
Before I could even look at him, the world tilted just a little too far to the left. I doubled over and heaved, an act that could not possibly be appealing.
“Uh-oh,” Tab said, smiling at Jared, utterly love struck. “Looks like someone isn’t feeling well.” She reached over and took the sleeve of Jared’s jacket. That much I could see through my hair, though the image was upside down. “Why don’t we leave her alone for a bit?”
When my gaze finally made its way up strong legs, fit hips, masculine hands, long arms … up, up, up to wide shoulders, a beautiful mouth, a perfect nose, and eyes so dark, they glittered—I realized he was looking not at Tabitha but at me. And his expression was not a happy one.
“Who gave her alcohol?” he asked.
“What?” Tabitha asked, placing a hand over her chest. “She’s been drinking?”
He shot her a glare so hard, dy***ite couldn’t have penetrated it. Then he bent down, pulling out of her grip with the movement, and scooped me up. The world spun and my stomach heaved again—thankfully, to no avail—as he carried me a short distance from the fire.
“What? I got invited to a party.”
He grabbed hold of my upper arm. “With everything that’s going on, you decide to go to a party?”
With feelings shredded, I jerked out of his grip. “Why are you even here? Why did you come?”
“What do you mean?”
I wondered what I meant as well. Was I talking about the party or just in general? “I can go to a stupid party if I want to, Jared. I can be just as normal as the next girl.”
“You’re not normal, and you know it.”
His words cut for some bizarre reason, no matter how accurate they were. When he tried to take hold of me again, I jerked away again.
His expression hardened. “We need to get you home.”
“Why? So I can be a prisoner for the rest of my life? Is this what it’s going to be like forever?”
“What are you talking about? You killed that reporter guy who tried to kidnap me.”
“And he was sent by someone else. Someone smart enough to make your death look like an accident.”
“What do you mean? What accident?”
“Think about it, Lorelei. You’re the prophet. The one who’s supposed to save the world, literally, yet you’re hit by a truck and suddenly slated to die? Does that sound wrong to you?”
I stepped back, growing wary. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that your near-death experience was planned. It had to be. Someone wanted to stop the prophecy from coming true. Why else would you have been scheduled to die before you could fulfill it? A centuries-old prophecy?”
I pulled my bottom lip through my teeth. “Someone tried to kill me? On purpose?”
“I believe so. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t take you when I was supposed to. Maybe I knew. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was wrong.”
“I thought— I thought you couldn’t take me, because—” I stopped before I embarrassed myself even further. Admitting that I thought he couldn’t take me because he had feelings for me, because he’d fallen madly in love with me. would probably have him in stitches.