“Are you surprise attacking me?” I asked purposefully naïve.
“Maybe,” he answered seriously.
A shiver skittered down my spine. I had no idea what he meant. Was he being candidly honest? Were Seth and the contract and Aliah, all just a show? Or was he just teasing me?
He was impossible to read.
He trailed the tips of his finger over my lower back, just where the tight, cinched bodice met the full, poofy skirt. “Prom’s a big deal?” he asked right in my ear and his minty, post-smoking, breath tickled my neck.
Just when I was about to scold him for being inappropriate, he pulled back and plopped down into one of the half-circle chairs. Then I decided it was stupid to think he was flirting with me. He looked so angry and menacing in the girly, floral chair. His long, jean-clad legs stretched out in front of him, his motorcycle boots remained untied and loose on his feet, and his arms hung around the back of the chair too casually.
He looked every bit the bad boy, fallen angel he was.
“Why are you really here, Jude?” I ignored his comment.
He shrugged and met my angry glare with a steadiness that unnerved me. “I have a job to do.”
“A job that includes dress shopping? I’m not buying it.”
He looked around the small hallway, lined with slatted wooden doors on the other side, finally dragging his gaze back to mine. “You’re not exactly safe these days, Stel. My life is on the line, too, if something happens to you.”
“I thought I was off limits. Why wouldn’t I be safe?”
“You tell me,” he sighed.
“My life is no more dangerous now than it was before.” Which was obviously a lie, but I needed to get Jude out of my day-to-day activities. “And I can take care of myself.”
His lips twitched obnoxiously, causing him to look away. “I remember Heaven.”
That caught me completely off guard. “What?” My voice was barely a croak.
“I remember Heaven,” he said louder, just to be an ass. “I was there, you know, before the whole Fallen thing. I remember what it was like, what the people up there were like.”
“Alright,” I said slowly. Where was he going with this?
“You’re nothing like them,” he finally said. “You’re different.”
“Wow,” I cocked my head back and resisted the urge to stab him. “Thank you." My tone was pure, undiluted acid, and I felt my skin start to burn into a glow.
He just chuckled at me. “See? This is what I mean. All this attitude and defiance. You definitely belong down here. They wouldn’t know what to do with you up there.”
“What about you?” I challenged. “Where do you belong?”
His eyes started to darken angrily and his jaw clenched tight. “I’m where I belong,” he growled.
“You were meant to be Fallen?” I challenged. “Your kidnapper just knew at the age of eight you
were going to be one of the baddest, meanest guys out there?” I rolled my eyes and turned back around.
“What I’m saying is that it all worked out for me.”
“Jude, how did you get pulled into the contract?” I asked in a softer voice. I was totally playing on the fact that I knew he somewhat respected me. There were things I didn’t know. The more Jude hung around, the more I realized how in the dark I was about the…. Dark side. And he was my answer to it all- to how to save Seth. But first I had to get him to trust me.
“I told you, I was the right age.”
“But they could have picked someone older that just hung around and didn’t make contact with me. It’s not like I get attacked at school.” He raised his eyebrows at me and I amended, “Not very often, anyway.”
“You were just attacked a couple weeks ago, Sweetheart,” he growled at me. “I saved your life.”
“You saved my life?” I laughed. “And never, ever call me sweetheart again.”
He jumped to his feet and took two fast steps forward so we were standing just inches away from each other. “I saved your life.” His words were firm truth and I believed him. I didn’t want to believe him, but I did. “Sweetheart,” he finished on a breathy growl.
“How about these,” my mom asked brightly from the doorway. She walked further into the space eyeing Jude and I carefully. She was holding simple nude pumps that would match perfectly.
I stepped back from Jude and took the shoes from her, offering a reassuring smile. “Perfect. Thanks, Mom.”
I slipped into them and went back to admiring myself in the mirror, ignoring Jude completely. I didn’t know what to think about him, but it was so obvious how dangerous he was to me and my life.
Thankfully he stayed quiet the rest of the trip. The shoes looked amazing with the dress, so I went back in and changed while my mom took the items to the register. I was surprised to find Jude waiting for me when I came out of the changing room. He was draped in the same chair and his eyes immediately locked on mine when I walked out.
Just when I thought we were going to start arguing again, he got to his feet and walked out ahead of me. He remained silent the entire way home. I probably would have forgotten about him entirely, if it wasn’t for his constant need to smoke.
Such a disgusting habit and one I didn’t even understand. He was an Angel for goodness sakes! It wasn’t like he could feel the buzz of nicotine, or even waste away his lungs or throat. He was completely impervious to the effects, so why do it?
It didn’t make sense to me.
But then again, Jude didn’t make sense to me.