For the Love of a Vampire (Blood Like Poison 1)
Page 62I rolled my eyes as Devon started the engine and pulled away from the curb.
The movie was awesome. Scarier than any movie had a right to be, but it was incredible. Savannah sat upright, wide-eyed and fascinated by the show. I spent the entire one hundred and two minutes scrunched down in my chair, trying to hide behind my hands.
By the time we got out, I was struggling not to be shaken. Truth be known, though, I was already dreading bedtime. I’d probably have some nasty nightmares.
Bo held the theater door open for me and as I passed by him, he whispered, “Looks like you might need some all-night company tonight.”
He was grinning mischievously when I looked up at him. Warmth spread through me, radiating from my suddenly-steamy skin. I’d use any available excuse to get Bo to stay with me.
“I think you might be right.”
My adrenaline was already sky high from the movie, so I was practically vibrating by the time we got to the car and headed for the marina.
Bo and I talked quietly in the back seat while Devon and Savannah occupied their own world in the front seat. For a second, my eyes were drawn to the gap between the seats where I could see that Devon held Savannah’s hand on the console. He fiddled with her fingers in a casual, intimate way that made it seem like he’d been holding her hand his entire life.
As if by gravity, my attention was pulled back to Bo. His head was leaned back against the headrest and his eyes were closed as he told me about a dog he used to have. Listening to him, it was easy to see that he was an animal lover and I wondered at how hard it must’ve been for him, having to take the lives of so many to sustain himself for those first few weeks.
Bo was absently drawing circles on the inside of my wrist with his fingertips. His soothing touch coupled with the quiet timbre of his voice lulled my overwrought senses and I felt safer and more loved than I could ever remember feeling. I felt like I was as highly attuned to Bo as I was to my own body.
He stopped speaking and lifted his head, as if he could sense it as well. Reluctantly, I shifted my gaze from his mouth to his eyes. Without a word, he simply watched me. And I watched him back.
His shimmering eyes drew me in and held me. And in that moment, I knew—without a shadow of a doubt, I knew—that he loved me as much as I loved him, and that it wasn’t a childish, fleeting crush. It was a real, true, deep love—the sacrificing kind that was excruciating; the transcendent kind that time and distance couldn’t diminish; the eternal kind that even death couldn’t weaken. It was ours and it was forever.
It was in that precious instant of perfect clarity that he found us.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Something heavy landed on the roof of the car with a loud and terrifying thump.
“What the—”
The car shook as if something was on top of it, wiggling it. But what was strong enough to move a car?
Alarm bells sounded in my head and I looked over at Bo. He was tight-lipped, his expression grave.
The car shuddered again and Devon swerved. The right front tire slid off into the gravel and we fish-tailed for a few nerve-racking seconds before he regained control of the car.
“Ohmigod, what is that?” Savannah had her feet braced against the dash and her knuckles were white where she gripped the handle above the door.
“Don’t stop, Devon,” Bo ordered sternly.
The engine whined as Devon pressed on the gas. We lurched forward and all four of us looked back, anxious to see if whatever had assailed us had fallen off in the road.
I was the first to turn back around.
Up ahead, shining brilliantly in the headlights, was a person standing in the middle of the road.
“Devon, don’t stop,” Bo said again.
“What? There’s someone in the road. I can’t just—”
“Devon, don’t stop.”
“Devon, you have to stop,” Savannah screamed as we bore down on the figure in the road.
With a squeal of tires, Devon mashed on the brakes. We came to a screeching halt that threw all of us forward in the car.
When we were once more settled in our seats, our attention was drawn to the person standing in the center of the dark, country lane.
It was Trinity.
Dressed in a solid white baby doll dress and wearing no shoes, Trinity’s hair was a tangled mess that hung wildly about her shoulders. Her skin was only a shade darker than her dress and her eyes were a washed out green. It was her lips that stood out the most, though. They were blood red and curled back from her teeth, teeth that now included four elongated canines.
“Is that Trinity?” Savannah’s voice was low and breathy, laced with fear and confusion.
“Stay in the car,” Bo said, as he opened the door.
With one sharp extension of his arm, Bo pushed Trinity out of the way and got out of the car. She stumbled back and began stepping away from him.
“What’s wrong with her?” It was Savannah that spoke again.
I didn’t answer and Devon didn’t say a word. Though I could only see him in profile, his expression was full of both shock and disgust.
I scooted over into Bo’s seat and rolled down the window so I could hear.
“Trinity, don’t make this mistake. Go home and leave them alone.”
Trinity laughed, a maniacal sound that made my skin crawl.
“Oh, no. I’ve waited too long for this. Besides, they’re my gift. How rude would it be to turn down a gift?”
“Your gift?” Bo asked what we were all thinking, only he came up with an answer before everyone else.
Bo turned a circle, scanning the road and the woods beyond, looking for something. Or someone.
He tipped his chin up and I saw his nostrils flare. He whipped his head around, his gaze focused on a spot over the top of the car in the forest. It was another few seconds before I could smell anything, but when the scent finally reached my nose, my stomach clenched in fear as my mind spun in disbelief.