Denial (Goblin's Kiss Series Book One) (48 page)

King Ames Cahn and Queen Emma
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Yield
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Fey Court Trilogy
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“What are you doing? And how did you get out
here?” I snipped at Ian looking in both directions down the
hallway. I didn’t mean too, but I raked my eyes up and down
stopping at the black blazer layered with the solid black Henley.
Hidden tightly beneath that were his broad shoulders that were all
muscle and sooo…hard not to watch flex when he leaned absolutely
anywhere. Not too tight, just right! His black jeans and Doc
Martins were always my favorite. Well, just about all of him was my
favorite. I hadn’t meant to leave my mouth wide open, but sometimes
I just couldn’t stop myself. I closed my eyes despite how
inappropriate this moment was for gawking. I just know he does
these things to make my heart jump up and down and turn flips.

When I opened them, I caught only a blur of
movement moving fast. He’d just hid around the corner in an alcove
near an empty classroom smiling that ridiculously fabulous smile of
his. I walked as slowly as possible towards the place where he’d
just vanished. Has he lost him mind? Are we playing cat and
mouse?

“You wanted to be saved, right!” he grabbed
my slender arm and pulled me too close ramming up against him.
Blocking the rest of the world out with his rogue smile shining at
just me forced me to bite my gasp in two. My body had a tremor as I
looked up at his clean-shaved, still chiseled jaw line I’d just
stared at for three seconds too long. I followed down to his lips
and back up to his eyes. Those shimmering green eyes with the
little flecks of silver flying around inside them, that I was sure
no one else could possibly have noticed since I was the only one
got this close to him, were watching mine. And I watched the silver
flecks spread wider when I stood this close to him as if it
triggered something only I could. When I was this close he always
seemed nervous. He pulled his free hand through his silky dark hair
that fell right over his left eye where I loved it to be when he
tilted just right. Brown, but with a hint of black to it. Getting
reality in check, I closed my eyes fast.

Focus!
This is more than just
saving.

More hidden messages were sure to follow
every time he spoke, but never explained. He swallowed, “Sorry! I
didn’t mean to—

He cut himself off.

Something inside of me scrunched up and
heavied my beating heart. I grabbed my head blocking the scent.
It’s him, he’s near.
This horrific connection to the
ultimate villain is undeniably hard to ignore.

Ian stiffened. He pulled me all the way
against him forcing several strategic places to make me still like
a statue. He was standing on my toes. Tears welled up as I tried to
wiggle backwards. We were edged against the corner now. My mouth
was beside his cheek so I curled my lips in to keep from touching
his face. Soon, my toes were free.

“WHERE did they go?” a voice boomed from the
hallway.
Ugh!
It was the jock idiot, know-it-all Kin yelling
at someone else to split up and find
them
. We were the
them
. They were forever torturing us.

Footsteps trailed away.

“How did you know you were saving me? And
are you saving me from that horrid class or
him
?” I
whispered into Ian’s ear and nodded in the direction Kin left. I
didn’t have a choice about the whispering or how close I was to him
to say it. He shivered. I know because I felt it!

I had to ask that to believe it anyway. I
pulled my face back slightly to look at his eyes. He just smiled
sheepishly and looked out behind my shoulder. This wasn’t the first
time he’d saved me from that moron. He always had some kind of
uncanny sixth sense when it came to saving me from Kin. I never
questioned it too long, I just loved that he did it. “Grace,” Ian’s
voice moved right beside my ear again, relieving me by simply
saying my name and reminding me I was safe from Kin. “Are you
okay?” He was looking down. Ohhh! He meant my toes.

I nodded unable to find the ability to speak
to him just then. My body was talking, but my voice had dropped to
my stomach.

“Guess he’s gone,” Ian peeked around me at
the corner Kin disappeared from. “Are you okay?” he repeated.

I backed up from the corner the two of us
were sandwiched into thinking about all the times he’d done this.
Ian and I had been best friends since, well kindergarten. He’d
always been there. Always! When life’s disasters seem to happen, he
always showed up at precisely the right moment to pick up the
pieces.

“The bell is about to ring. You need to
go.”

He was still standing a little too close to
me to hide my own nervousness. I tried to swallow. Didn’t happen. I
tried to breathe. Didn’t happen. I held my breath.

“You’re lips are turning blue, princess.” He
shifted his arms a little making the warmth of him hit me in soft
waves against my skin. Sadly, the dull pang of reality gnawed at my
heart.

“Why are you not in class?” I demanded
taking a deep breath still in a swirling fog of dizziness. His eyes
blinked when a wave of my winded breath hit him. Thank goodness it
was before lunch.

He held up a pink slip of paper indicating
that once again, he had a “get out of jail free” card as we called
it. Class passes were hard to come by for most people, but they
never were for Ian.

He shrugged and pocketed it. “Umm, I didn’t
feel good” he said, but his expression was saying something
else.

Yeah, right!
I didn’t believe him,
but I had a feeling he was only hiding it to protect me from
something bad he was dealing with. “Who was Kin looking for?” I
asked severely.

“You, I guess!” he said without
hesitation.

“What?” I was in shock only because he’d
said it so casually. He rolled his eyes in what seemed like
amusement. One Mississippi…two Mississippi…the seconds were ticking
slower than a turtle running a 5K. Was he going for shock?

“Oh, I don’t know, Grace, I heard him
coming. I didn’t think you’d want to run into him.” Ian
retorted.

He had to have the most devastating dashing
smile that shot his upper lip up at the corners. I melted and
forgot all about getting answers out of him. As I quietly cursed
this all too often lately, cryptic, intense Ian that reduced me to
acting like a giddy preteen schoolgirl, I just shrugged and rolled
my eyes.

I smiled deviously, batted my eyelids, and
headed back to gather my things. He just stood there and watched me
go. I stopped briefly to look at the “Hug a Tree” poster I’d hung
over the library door. I turned to look at Ian and remind him of my
tree meeting at the library today, but he was gone.

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from
Deception
, book one of the
Fey Court Trilogy
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