Defiance (17 page)
Authors: Lili St Crow
Nothing. I was too miserable, trying too hard, for the touch to do more than give me a throbbing headache. The sobs quieted; I rocked back and forth, holding the balled-up coat. I knew I was getting tears on it. I hoped I wasn’t also smearing snot.
If Graves just would have
listened
. If he would’ve come with me after Anna and I had our last real run-in. If he’d just been . . .
listened
. If he would’ve come with me after Anna and I had our last real run-in. If he’d just been . . .
But that was wrong, wasn’t it. I hadn’t been able to find the words to make him stay. I hadn’t been able to make my stupid mouth work. It was my fault Sergej had him now. And Anna? What game was she playing? How had she gotten his earring, and had it hurt him when it was taken out?
Oh, God.
There was no blood on it, at least. I blinked the tears away and held the earring up, a hard gleam in the dimness. Just a little dangling thing, silver if the guy that sold it to Graves had told the truth, the skull’s grin mocking me.
The shakes and gasps retreated, little by little. I got up, aching all over like an old woman, and made it into the bathroom.
The diamond studs Christophe had made me wear the other night still glittered in my ears. I undid the one in my left ear, tested its golden back on Graves’s earring. It fit just fine, and I slid it in. I didn’t even bother to clean it. What was the point?
It was a little heavier than the stud. I shook my head a little, testing. It would sway like this, each time Graves turned his head sharply. It tapped my cheek just above my jaw, a little lower than it would hit on him.
All at once I felt better. Numb, yeah. Cried out. But still, better. Like I had a handle on something.
I washed my face, blew my nose, and shrugged into his coat. The mending I’d done with navy thread—Nat hadn’t found black thread, but it was good enough—was pretty good. Gran would have sniffed at the job I’d done on some of the rips, but jagged claw-ripped seams aren’t any good without a machine to help. The sleeve had been kind of a bitch to reattach, but I’d done it over a few nights. All in all, it was a pretty fair patch-up job.
The coat was absurdly big on me, since I was slighter than even the average teenage male, and he’d been tall.
Not been. Is. Graves
is
tall.
I took a deep breath, did not look at myself in the mirror. My hair hid the earring just fine, and the tumbling curls were dry by now. It was a moment’s work to throw my hair into a ponytail, then I shut the bathroom light off and crossed to the window.
is
tall.
I took a deep breath, did not look at myself in the mirror. My hair hid the earring just fine, and the tumbling curls were dry by now. It was a moment’s work to throw my hair into a ponytail, then I shut the bathroom light off and crossed to the window.
The white satin window seat, wide as a single bed, creaked slightly. I knelt awkwardly and yanked at the window, pushing it up. Cool air, laden with the scent of spring, flooded past me. It was getting nicely green down in the gardens and out on the lawns. The smell of cut grass was probably the polo field. I’m told
djamphir
play polo, mostly to teach them to control horses. It’s a tradition. Werwulfen play soccer and basketball. I wanted to catch a game one of these days. I’m not big on organized sports, but seeing a bunch of wulfen play hoops sounded like a good time.
djamphir
play polo, mostly to teach them to control horses. It’s a tradition. Werwulfen play soccer and basketball. I wanted to catch a game one of these days. I’m not big on organized sports, but seeing a bunch of wulfen play hoops sounded like a good time.
“I hate it here,” I whispered. “I want to go home.”
That was what my mother would have said. She never could stand being cooped up. It was one of the few things Dad would ever say about her.
God, I understood.
I didn’t really have a home, did I? Dad and I traveled. It was what we
did
. No place was home, unless it was maybe the old blue truck with him driving and me naggervating. Or Gran’s house, all closed up in Appalachia, everything under dustcovers and the key right where it should be. We only went back once after she died, to set everything to rights so it could be closed up.
did
. No place was home, unless it was maybe the old blue truck with him driving and me naggervating. Or Gran’s house, all closed up in Appalachia, everything under dustcovers and the key right where it should be. We only went back once after she died, to set everything to rights so it could be closed up.
Other than that, there was nothing. No place was safe. I didn’t have anywhere to go. I could’ve kept Graves and me on the run for a while, before the suckers hunted us down. Long enough to figure out something else, right? He was smart, he could have helped.
If I’d been smart enough, quick enough, to
explain
. Instead, he’d thought I was covering something up. Just like
his
mom.
explain
. Instead, he’d thought I was covering something up. Just like
his
mom.
It was kind of ironic, actually. Both of us paying for things other people did, over and over again.
I braced my hands on the windowsill. Doing this without Nat was going to be a little freaky. I hadn’t realized how, well,
used
to her I’d gotten. She was just that kind of person, easy to spend time with.
used
to her I’d gotten. She was just that kind of person, easy to spend time with.
Benjamin told me that some
svetocha
had made a game of slipping away from their guards and escorts. At the time, I’d thought it was a stupid idea. Escape from your only protection when there were vampires trying to kill you? At least I’d always had the sense to go during daylight, and never very far without Nat.
svetocha
had made a game of slipping away from their guards and escorts. At the time, I’d thought it was a stupid idea. Escape from your only protection when there were vampires trying to kill you? At least I’d always had the sense to go during daylight, and never very far without Nat.
But some kinds of protection are more like smothering. Suffocation kills you more slowly than evisceration. The end result is the same. You get to where you’ll run almost any risk to escape, if only for a few minutes.
I made sure my sneakers were tied securely, braced my palms on the ledge again. Peered out and down.
It was a different thing to be doing this at night, too.
At least I didn’t sense anyone outside my door. I could bet they were out in the hall, though. Probably Benjamin, and most probably Christophe. Just waiting for me to come out and argue.
I didn’t give myself time to get nervous. There was a ledge running around the building here, just below the window. I crab-walked my foot out, then twisted so I was crouched with my back toward the drop. Graves’s coat hung like black wings, and for a second I felt like I was inside his skin, tilting my head the way he would have.
Just do it, just like you’ve done it before. And don’t make any noise.
I jumped.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I dropped three floors
and landed like a whisper, the aspect snapping over my skin like a rubber band again. That was one of the first things Christophe had taught me. If I’d been raised
djamphir
, I probably could have been doing some of this stuff all along. And nobody had thought to teach me what was, to them, such a basic skill.
and landed like a whisper, the aspect snapping over my skin like a rubber band again. That was one of the first things Christophe had taught me. If I’d been raised
djamphir
, I probably could have been doing some of this stuff all along. And nobody had thought to teach me what was, to them, such a basic skill.
There was that, at least. Christophe didn’t take anything for granted when it came to training me. He started with stuff even
djamphir
babies knew.
djamphir
babies knew.
Stop thinking about him, Dru.
The balcony here gave onto a number of classrooms and a long wood-floored room with mirrors along the side. I’d’ve thought it was for ballet, but the lines painted on the floor were weird. I wanted to ask, but I also didn’t want anyone to know I was using it like a freeway. The windows were all locked, but on one of them, the lock was broken.
Don’t ask—I’ll just say that it’s really easy to hex a lock. Gran always went on and on about how you need to be careful with that because people need their privacy and everything. But I figure Gran would’ve been the first one to tell me that having an escape route all picked out from my room would be a good idea.
Thinking of Gran here at the Schola made me smile. A goofy grin, I could tell just from the way it felt against the bones of my face. It was also painful, but in a sweet way.
Except that it led to me thinking about Dad, and that freezing day when his corpse had come looking for me. A shiver went through me, and I shoved the memory away as hard as I could. With an almost-physical jerk that made the coat swish a little.
I padded through the long, dark room. The mirrors were dusty, and it always smelled stuffy, like nobody had been breathing in here for a long time. I twisted my ponytail up as I walked, digging another elastic out of my pocket to keep it in a sloppy bun. Nathalie was just going to have a fit over brushing it out later.
I wished she was right beside me, kind of. It would’ve been nice. It would’ve been even nicer if Graves was right next to me, slinking along quietly, that sarcastic little smile on his face and . . .
God, will you just stop it? Sticking the knife in.
The double doors were quiet when I put my hand against them. I extended the fingers of the touch, didn’t feel anyone breathing outside. Still clear. No little static-laden pools of
don’t look here
that would have meant a teacher or one of the guys meant to watch me. Graves’s coat brushed my ankles. I could kind of see why he wore it everywhere. It was armor between me and the world. Like a snail’s shell. There were plenty of pockets, too. I didn’t want to stash anything in here—it felt like putting stuff in someone else’s purse, you know? You just
don’t
.
don’t look here
that would have meant a teacher or one of the guys meant to watch me. Graves’s coat brushed my ankles. I could kind of see why he wore it everywhere. It was armor between me and the world. Like a snail’s shell. There were plenty of pockets, too. I didn’t want to stash anything in here—it felt like putting stuff in someone else’s purse, you know? You just
don’t
.
But I could see where a kid who liked to be prepared for anything would find it comforting. I might even invest in one of these coats if—
when
—we got him back.
when
—we got him back.
Except we might not. It’s been weeks, you can’t track him, and going out there to get him isn’t a good idea. Everyone keeps telling you that.
I was getting to the point where I wasn’t sure how much of what everyone was telling me was in Graves’s best interest. Or mine.
The hall outside was dark. Marble busts glowered across the hall at each other, perched on their carved pedestals. I waited a little bit, breathing softly and making sure. Then I slipped out and headed for the stairs at the end.
From there, it would be a short crisscross and a dash across one of the quads, and I could hook around and find the little copse of trees where I’d lost Graves’s trail last time. With his earring and his coat, I stood a better chance of seeing something. Getting some kind of clue.
It couldn’t hurt. And seriously, if I had to stay up in that room and just pace until Nathalie came to check on me, I’d go nuts. Out here, with Graves’s coat making that familiar whispering sound, I could pretend I was Goth Boy, stretching my legs to imitate his loping, gangly stride. It was just one step from the pretending to the seeing, and if I was patient enough, it would happen.
If it didn’t, well, I’d just keep trying. At least it was something I could
do
.
do
.
What was that?
A noise, behind me?
A noise, behind me?
I shot a nervous glance over my shoulder. The hall was deserted, the marble busts absolutely still between falls of dusty velvet. Still, something was off. Anxiety tightened my stomach into a squirming ball. It was ruining my concentration.
I sped up a little, but that didn’t help either. I took another glance over my shoulder. Nothing in the hall but dim dusty shadows.
When I turned back around, Christophe was suddenly
there
.
there
.
I actually flinched and let out a strangled shriek. I backpedaled furiously, almost tripping on the coat’s long hem. He moved in on me with spooky darting speed.
Herding
me, just the way I hated. I ended up with my back against the wood paneling right next to a long curtain of faded red velvet. He’d backed me right up into the wall.
Herding
me, just the way I hated. I ended up with my back against the wood paneling right next to a long curtain of faded red velvet. He’d backed me right up into the wall.
He kept coming until he was nose to nose with me. A warm draft of apple-pie scent touched my face, and his eyes glowed bright blue in the dark.
“Jesus!”
All my breath jolted away, leaving me starving for air. I felt like I’d been caught sneaking out my bedroom window.
All my breath jolted away, leaving me starving for air. I felt like I’d been caught sneaking out my bedroom window.
Kind of funny, because I
had
.
had
.
Christophe studied me. I wasn’t used to anyone getting this close,
or
staring into my eyes like they wanted to read the wrinkles on my brain. Plus, he was probably not happy with me. I didn’t need the touch to tell me that.
or
staring into my eyes like they wanted to read the wrinkles on my brain. Plus, he was probably not happy with me. I didn’t need the touch to tell me that.
I slid to my left, instinctively, wanting to get away, but his hand darted forward and spread on the wall next to my shoulder. His other hand did the same, and now I was practically in his arms.
Wait, isn’t he mad at me?
I froze, trying to think of what to do next. No good. Body buzzing like a lightning rod. Brain vapor-locked.
I froze, trying to think of what to do next. No good. Body buzzing like a lightning rod. Brain vapor-locked.
“I think we should talk.” The aspect slid through him briefly, his fangs peeking out from under his top lip, halting, and retreating.
“Um,” was my totally profound response. “Uh, Christophe—” Jesus. Did he have to follow me
everywhere
?
everywhere
?
“Have I been in
any
way unclear?” Quietly, as if he was asking me for a cup of coffee.
any
way unclear?” Quietly, as if he was asking me for a cup of coffee.
Huh?
“Uh, what? Look, Christophe, I—”
“Uh, what? Look, Christophe, I—”
He leaned in even further, and his nose touched my hair. He inhaled, deeply, and the flush that went through was so incredibly hot I was amazed my clothes didn’t start smoking. The apple-pie smell wrapped around me, and I wondered if it came from him drinking human blood.
My own teeth tingled at the thought, right down to their roots. The bloodhunger turned over inside my bones, uneasy.
Oh, God.
When he spoke, warm breath tickled my hair and touched my ear. “Have I been in any way unclear about my feelings?”
What the hell?
I could barely get enough air in. Graves’s coat was way too big, but it was suddenly feeling heavy and uncomfortable. “I, um. I . . . Christophe, what?”
I could barely get enough air in. Graves’s coat was way too big, but it was suddenly feeling heavy and uncomfortable. “I, um. I . . . Christophe, what?”
“Skowroneczko moja.”
His right hand slid up the outside of my shoulder, along Graves’s coat, and he was touching my hair as well as breathing in my ear. All the blood sort of rushed to my head and made a sound like pulsing static. “I won’t push, and I don’t pry. All I ask is a little attention. A little consideration.”
His right hand slid up the outside of my shoulder, along Graves’s coat, and he was touching my hair as well as breathing in my ear. All the blood sort of rushed to my head and made a sound like pulsing static. “I won’t push, and I don’t pry. All I ask is a little attention. A little consideration.”
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