A Bite's Tale: A Furry Fable (9 page)

I wondered if he made me stay, just so I’d have to rush frantically to my next class.

Beatrice sat with her friends during lunch and ignored us, as usual. Winnie and I continued not to care.

“Thanks for eating with me, Winnie,” I said, glancing at the table of teens she’d just waved to. “Maybe tomorrow we can sit with your friends.”

“Whenever you’re ready.” Winnie smiled.

“Guess who just asked me to the ball,” Beatrice asked from behind me.

I hadn’t been paying attention to my surroundings and jolted at her voice. What if next time it was the vampire dude who took me by surprise?

“Who?” Winnie asked.

Beatrice scooted in next to me. “Timmy.”

She didn’t usually sit with us. What was the occasion? “Wolf Boy? But if you go with him, won’t you lose your chance with the prince?”

Beatrice gave a derisive sniff. “As if the prince would even look at me with you there.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not going.” After seeing their gowns last night, I wanted to go. Almost desperately. But intensified anxiety increased the risk that I’d lose control and morph. I couldn’t go. Nope. Not an option.

A shiver skated up my spine and my eyes were drawn to the entrance. The white-blond vampire stood in the doorway. And he’d heard me.

First, what was he doing at the school? Since he worked for the royal family, getting inside wouldn’t be too difficult. What business could he have at the high school? And what was the big deal with whether or not a person like me went to the ball? Would he really hurt me if I pulled a no-show? I couldn’t imagine anyone making that big of a deal over a glorified party.

I had no intention of changing my plans to accommodate this vampire, no matter how much he scared me. I returned my attention to the food on my tray and when I peeked up a couple minutes later, he was gone.

****

Thursday after school, Aunt Mina took the four of us out for ice cream before driving us home. I never refused Rocky Road.

As we parked and exited the Audi, I sensed the vampire again. What the hell? Had he seen into the future and known we’d be there? Or had he followed us?

I was about to find out.

But I wanted to get them inside before they spotted the vampire at the curb across the street. “I’ll meet you guys in a minute,” I called out.

Aunt Mina smiled, then ushered the others inside the ice cream shop. The door closed and the annoyingly persistent vamp approached me. I spun to face him.

“What now?”

“You haven’t bought a dress.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. How could he seem just as scary when he was smiling?

I made a conscious effort to slow my breathing. He didn’t need to know the effect he had on me. That would only give him more power. “Is this some kind of a joke? What could the king or prince possibly want from me? They won’t even notice I’m missing.”

“Oh, they’ll know.” He leaned against the stone wall and crossed one foot over the other. “Trust me.”

I shifted my weight and sucked in air. This guy was tenacious. How long could I put him off before he retaliated? “What will you do when I don’t show up?”

“That’s not going to happen, because you
are
going,” he hissed.

I folded my arms over my chest to steady my trembling limbs. “No, I’m not.”

“Aren’t you even curious about the prince? He’s only a year older than you. The king is trying to find him a wife. That wife could be you.” His lips curved up. “You’d be a princess and live in a castle.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I hate to break it to you, but I have zero interest in marrying a prince.” I shifted my weight again and sucked in air. “Never. Going. To. Happen.”

His smile remained, but his eyes darkened. “Well, you see, that’s a problem for me, because I’ve promised the king that every girl will be there. That includes you.”

“That’s not
my
problem.” I twirled around toward the ice cream parlor door, praying he would go away. “I have to go inside or my aunt will come looking for me.”

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, just before I reached for the door handle.

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Everything,” I whispered, then went inside.

Chapter Nine

Remy

As I stood in my father’s conference room, my hands trembled and fury raged through my veins.

I read the latest note one more time.

The abomination must be eliminated. If the situation isn’t remedied by the evening of the Prince’s ball, we will see to the matter ourselves.

I glared at the wrinkled paper, then flicked it with my middle finger. “They don’t even know me. What’s wrong with these people?”

“I’ve never been able to get inside twisted minds. Crazy people are hard to figure out, because they don’t follow rules or normal logic.” With a gloved hand, Dunston took the paper. “I’ll make sure this gets to the lab.”

“They’ve determined with absolute certainty that the DNA found on this new note was
human
?” My dad paced the conference room before stopping to gaze out the wide window into the gardens.

“Because they
are
human,” I added, throwing a quick glance at my father.

“Except they’re stronger,” Dunston said. “And they can do things humans can’t.”

“Then we’ll prepare for sorcerers,” my father said, returning his gaze to beyond the window. “What else do we know?”

“Caucasian male.” Dunston eyed the paper again, then sniffed it. “There’s a powder on this. Not enough for me to tell what it is exactly.”

“Powder? Perhaps he used gloves, like what you’re wearing,” my dad suggested.

“Powder is on the
inside
of gloves though, right?” I asked. “He’d only get that powder on the paper if he took the gloves off. In that case, he’d also leave fingerprints, since he’s no longer wearing the gloves.”

The king whirled around. “Enough guessing and grasping at straws,” he bellowed. “I want hard facts. Check with the lab and see if they’ve identified the powder yet. Have them check for prints again.”

“I wasn’t sure before, because I had no idea what I wanted to do. Other than one girl, I’ve never felt really passionate about anything before. But after being a part of your meetings… okay, I’ll be the first to admit that some of what you guys do is mind-numbing. But some of it isn’t.”

“You’ve decided you want to go to college, because only
part
of our meeting was mind-numbing? That’s quite an endorsement.” He leaned against the window sill, then closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Yeah, but that’s not my point.” I flicked a thumb at the piece of paper. “These death threats make me wonder what would happen if we lost our country to them. What would happen to all our people? This is the one place on the entire planet where humans and supernaturals can coexist with equal rights. I want to make things even better. I want to study business and economics, so I can help. We could implement government incentives, so our people can easily improve security and safety in their stores and homes. I don’t know. Lots of ideas are racing around in my head.”

I exhaled in relief. “Thank you. But it’s the other way around. Before, I never understood the gravity of what you do or how willing you are to sacrifice everything for the good of the people. I only hope to be half as good a king as you are.” Except that I’d never force anyone into an unwanted marriage. Royalty should have the same privileges and the right to pursuit happiness, like everyone else.

He grinned and slapped me on the back. “You’ll be an excellent king one day. Now, let’s go make preparations for your future wife.”

I blinked. “After all that, you’re still serious about a wedding?”

“Yes.” He slapped me on the back again, but harder this time, propelling me forward. Then he shoved me through the doorway. “You need a haircut and we need to make sure any last minute alterations have been done to your tux.”

I groaned, knowing he was only doing what he thought was right. I just had to find a way around it.

****

“Oh, what now?” I snapped, inserting the bookmark between the pages and closing the book. No peace, no matter where I went. In a castle, you’d think you could hide. Not with Dunston around.

He lifted one brow as he strolled to stand in front of the chair I sat in. “Watch your tone with me. You may be the king’s heir, but I’m still your elder. And your sire who turned you and saved your life.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that waiting for someone to try to take me out is making me crazy.” I hung my head and reopened the book I’d been reading. “And now I get to look forward to a ball in just two days. Can’t wait,” I added dryly.

Dunston leaned against the bookshelf and crossed one ankle over the other. “And if your Cinderella shows, how will you feel then?”

“What’s her real name?” Getting anything out of him was nearly impossible. But eventually he might let something slip and I wouldn’t be dependent upon him anymore to find Cinderella.

“That I won’t say. You’ll have to find her at the ball on your own. It’ll show me this isn’t some weird, lifelong obsession.” He ran a finger along the spine of an ancient book. “If you don’t recognize her, then we’ll both know it was fantasy and nothing more. Then you can move on to find a suitable wife.”

I didn’t like the way he said the last two words. As though Cinderella were the last girl he’d ever approve of. I set the book on the end table and stood. “Will you at least tell me if she’s visiting or if she lives here on the island?”

Dunston paced, stopping now and then to examine a painting or photo on the wall. As if he hadn’t looked at each of them a thousand times already.

Then it hit me. He was nervous… over something he didn’t want me to discover.

“You’ve known about her all along, haven’t you?” Fury consumed me like a blazing fire and my hands fisted at my sides, but I kept my voice steady. Being disrespectful to my sire would get me nowhere. “You knew who she was and you knew where. And this whole time, you’ve kept it from me.”

He sighed. “That’s not entirely true. I did know who she was but right after the incident, she was taken away. She only returned several weeks ago. Remy, you can’t possibly expect me to willingly expose the king’s son to the same werewolf who’s already proven she can’t be trusted. One who nearly killed you.”

If we were talking about the girl I loved, I could. However, getting into an argument with Dunston wasn’t going to make him cooperate and I didn’t want to give him an excuse to put up any barriers to Cindy getting to the ball. So I struggled to subdue the rage.

Chapter Ten

Cydney

Aunt Mina bustled and fussed with Beatrice and Winnie like the ball was the event of the season. Okay, so it
was
a big deal. I still wasn’t going. And sitting around suffering through their excitement wasn’t my idea of fun.

After grabbing my iPod, I threw on my hoodie and covered my head. I stopped in the doorway to Beatrice’s room where the three of them, giddier than I’d ever seen them, debated how Winnie should wear her hair.

“Aunt Mina?” I waited until she gave me her attention. “I’m going to Pierre’s, if that’s okay.” Exactly what I needed, tonight of all nights — to get jacked up on caffeine.