Fire with Fire (Demonblood Series #2) (3 page)

You have got to be kidding me.

“Someone already sits there,” I say through clenched teeth and glance away.

“I apologize for that, but it’s the only spot open in the room. Perhaps it’d be okay just for today until we can work something else out?” I’m staring straight ahead, unable to look at him, but I plainly hear the smile in his voice.

Since I don’t respond, he takes my silence for permission and sits down. I glower inwardly. It’s not like I can tell him not to sit there. It’s not as if I own the classroom and I’m the boss of all the chairs. And it’s not like Kieron is here to lay claim to his seat…and to his place beside me.

But there’s no way I’m enduring sitting here a whole hour feeling sick and with this rude, inconsiderate jerk posed beside me. Just as I’m about to grab my books and leave—damn the consequences—I start feeling comfortable again. Relaxed.
Good
even. I let out a long sigh and return to my poetry.

But I feel his eyes on me, like tiny pins jabbing at my skin, pulling at my attention. I peek up and see him watching me with overt interest. I give him my best scowl and return to my reading. “Stare much?” I mutter under my breath.

“Is it better that way?” he whispers, leaning toward me.

“Is
what
better
what
way?” I hiss back.

He angles his body in my direction and stretches out his long legs. “The book. Is it more interesting if you read it upside down?”

I roll my eyes and turn my Shakespeare reader right-side-up. But this time I have to physically force myself to look at the pages in front of me and not at the stranger beside me. My head wants to gawk at him.

Why?
It’s not like he’s good-looking…or is he? Is it his wicked scars? Is it the fact that he’s new?

That’s probably it. It’s only natural to be curious about a new person, I suppose. Even if he is a rude jerk-face.

The second the bell rings signaling the end of class I dash from my seat, beating almost everyone else to the door— no small feat considering I’m the furthest from it. I want to get away, as
far
away from that new boy as I possibly can. But at the same time, I’m torn by an almost overwhelming urge to stare at him.

What the hell is going on?

Corrine gives me an uneasy glance as I silently brush past her and head down the hall. The fleeting temptation to stroll right off campus is quickly squashed by an image of Tatiana’s scolding face. I’d promised her I’d finish the year strong, and there are five months to go. Short of a major emergency—such as my demon half making an uninvited appearance—ditching is off the agenda. I’ll just have to control whatever crazy neurotic crisis is plaguing me this week.

My next class is history. I open my book and start to read, or at least pretend to. I know every word in the textbook by heart, but I’ve long since learned it’s best not to let on just how smart I really am.

“Hi, again.”

For an instant I could’ve been sitting in a block of ice, but as quickly as the sensation appears, it disappears. I glance up from my book to see Blond Boy standing beside me. Again. I try to ignore him, but cannot resist the pull his eyes have on me. Slowly I raise my head and face him as he sits down in the empty spot next to me. Again.

“Don’t get too comfortable there. Someone else usually sits in that seat,” I say. I try not to gape at the silver slash curving down his face—violent, but beautiful at the same time. I’m drawn to it.

Like him.

“So, is every seat next to you already spoken for?” he asks, brushing his golden hair out of his eyes. Soft eyes. Like a robin’s egg. Not the electrifying blue of Kieron’s or the icy cool blue of mine and Lucky’s.

“Pretty much.”

“But there isn’t anyone here now but me.” His full lips shape into a cocky smirk, and he places his hands behind his head.

My eyes narrow. “My boyfriend usually sits there.”

“Oh, really. And where’s he now?” His musical voice is laced with amusement.

I have to fight back the overwhelming urge to reach across the desk and smack the smug look off his face. “Away. But he’ll be back. Soon,” I add.

“Well, until then, I’ll just make myself comfortable. If you don’t mind.”

“It’s a free country,” I mutter.

“So they say.” He reaches into his back pocket, flips open his cell phone and taps some buttons.

“Where are you from?” I blurt out, much to my surprise.

He lifts his gaze, raises his eyebrows, and snaps his phone shut. “Uh…couple of places…”

“Name one.”

His shocked look fades into one of amusement. “Well, I was born in Los Angeles, spent some time in Europe and South America before we moved back to Boston. Then—”

“I don’t need your whole life story,” I snap, then bite my lower lip. What is wrong with me? Why am I coming across like such a hostile bitch?

“Well….you
asked
…” He raises an eyebrow and cracks a small grin.

“I said name
one.
Why did you move here? And what happened to your face? Why do you have such a huge scar?”

The second the words come out I slap my hands over my mouth, mortified. I can’t even blame Lucky for my rudeness. Unfortunately, this is all me.

There’s an uncomfortable silence from his seat as his jaw drops and his eyes widen. “What did you just say?” he gasps.

I’m dying a million deaths right now. There’s no excuse for me being so mean.
None.
I drop my head as the heat rushes to my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That was very rude. I didn’t mean it…”

He clears his throat and sits up straight, his chiseled jaw rigid. “It’s okay,” he finally says, his voice stiff. A moment later he lets out a small chuckle. “It’s interesting…I’ve never had anyone come out and ask me that before.”

I gulp hard. “Sorry. It just came out. I wasn’t thinking…”

“I suppose you noticed my sister’s scars too?”

I nod, positive my face is redder than my cherry-blossom fingernail polish.

“We were in an accident together.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.

He shakes his head and shrugs. “Really, it’s fine. So, what’s your name?” he asks, leaning close again. But just then Mrs. Jackson calls the class to order, and he sits back. But I still feel his eyes on me. Not an entirely unpleasant feeling.

When class is over I rush to the door again,
convinced
now I must be coming down with something. It’s the only explanation I have for the sickly chills I felt earlier and for my extreme bitchiness. But I feel physically fine now. Blond Boy comes up and lightly touches my arm.

“So, I never got your name,” he says, his mouth curving into a friendly smile.

I pause beside him. “I’m Liora.”

“Hi, Liora. I’m Tristan St. John. My friends call me Tris sometimes.”

“Hey.”
Demons call me Lucky sometimes
.

“I was wondering if you could tell me where room 217 is. I have Trig there next.”

I sigh.
Seriously?
But I’m determined to be nice, if for no other reason than to make up for being such a psycho earlier. “I’m actually headed there now myself. You can walk with me if you like.”

Tristan flashes another easy grin and falls into place beside me.

“Kinda late in the year to be starting at a new school, isn’t it?” I ask as we weave through the throng of students. Some glance in our direction, and as usual, they’re far more interested in the boy beside me than in
me
.

“Yeah. My sister Cassie wasn’t happy about it. But I don’t care much.”

“So why’d you move here?”

He shrugs, his gaze sweeping the hallway. “My family had some obligations in the area. We don’t know how long we’ll be here, though…”

I find his answer interesting. What possible ‘obligations’ could one have in Dove Creek, Virginia? The obligation to die of boredom, or, if you’re really lucky, be attacked by demons, vampires, shape shifters, or other freaky things that roam around here at night?

“Here we are,” I mutter as we reach the classroom door. This time, however, the only empty seat is on the other side of the room. I take my place in the far corner and stare at the back of Tristan’s head, wishing he was still sitting beside me.

My eyes scan the forest. “Bones…Bones!”

Where is he?

I dismount Diablo and approach the River of Kings, pulling my cloak over my head. Bones told me he was on patrol tonight, so he should be here. But it’s quiet, and there’s no sign of him anywhere.

Automatically, I reach for my dagger and cast a wary eye across the surrounding grounds. I know I’m just being paranoid, but one can never be too careful, especially these days. The bridge is never supposed to be left unguarded, especially since that incident several weeks ago when Cody and Ivy were attacked and killed. Even though only Bones, Kieron and I know what
really
happened that night, the rest of our tribe is still on edge. It was nothing short of a miracle we were able to diffuse the situation and stop an all-out war. Fortunately, Bones can be a pretty good liar when he needs to be.

I cross the river of dancing flames and head to the enormous grey boulder resting against the hillside. Only after I press the secret lever to enter Demon Bar do I dare put my dagger away. Daisy, Ivy’s replacement, greets me warmly as I reach the bottom of the steps. I smile back, but a flash of anger rips through me as I remember how I’d discovered Ivy’s beaten, broken body…and how it was I who’d put the final nail in her coffin, ending her suffering with my own deadly bursts of fire. Not one of my happier memories.

Daisy twirls her pink hair around a finger and loudly smacks her gum.

“’Sup, crazy Daze?” I lean forward, air-kissing both her cheeks. No contact here. One controlled touch from her can turn any demon or demion into ash, stone or fire, depending on what she feels like at the moment. We’re friends, but one can never be too careful. “Bones here?”

She rolls her eyes and loudly pops a bubble. “Yeah, he and Catalina are in the back drinking. They might as well get a room or something.”

My eyes narrow. What does she mean by that? I’d noticed Bones and Catalina were spending more time together than usual, as they had both been very close with Ivy and Cody. Still, as pure demons, they can’t
still
be sad and needing to commiserate. Surely they’ve long since shut off their upsetting feelings the way only demons can. The way I wish
I
could.

So what are they doing together?

I sashay across the room, barely glancing at the other patrons. My eyes fixate on the couple in the back, obviously enjoying each other’s company. A little too much for my liking.

“Hi, Lucky,” the stunning redhead greets me as I pull up a chair and plop myself next to them. I have to give Catalina credit. If there’s a demon in here who is close to being as beautiful as me, it
might
be her.

I turn to Bones and give him a wide smile, but he glances away. My chest tightens. “Hi, Cat. Hi, Bones. What’s up? Why you guys sitting way back here?” I ask, hoping I sound casual. But inside I’m seething. It’s one thing for Bones to go off and seduce his Sapie women…he
has
to do that or he’ll die. But it’s quite another to see him making time with another demon, one he has
no business
being interested in.

Catalina fluffs her long crimson hair and leans forward to reach for her glass, her ample cleavage catching Bones’ approving eye. “Oh, we just wanted somewhere we could talk quietly while we had our drinks. Sometimes it gets so crazy in here, I can’t even hear myself think!” She gives a high, tinkling laugh. Bones smirks and leans back, one muscular arm cocked behind his head, the other casually draped over Catalina’s chair.

My insides smolder as I glance back and forth between the two of them.
What the hell is going on here?

“You missing something?” Now a mischievous twinkle lights up Bones’ eyes.

“Obviously, I
am.
” I narrow mine, and he smirks again. I hate this cocky look he gets…the one that says how he knows he’s the sexiest creature alive and no woman can resist him. I hate it because he’s right. But demons are supposed to be immune to his incubus charms. Yet here Catalina sits, looking like she’s just dying to jump in his lap. Bitch.

“You don’t have a drink.” He stands up and removes his black leather coat, revealing a muscular torso beneath his form-fitting sweater.
God, he’s beautiful
. “What’ll it be?”