Five (Elemental Enmity Series Book I) (22 page)

I shook my head. “I get it. It’s okay.”

She opened her mouth as if to speak, shut it then looked away from me. “Did you sleep with him?”

I got up and stood in front of her. “You should know me better than that.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just thought you might feel differently now that you have someone great in your life.”

“So Zach’s great all of the sudden? What happened to your
feelings
?”

She climbed up to her bunk, pulling the covers over her. She stretched her fingers to the ceiling as she indulged in an extended yawn. “Ainessa said it was imperative I keep you away from him.” She smiled faintly. “I figure he has to be a good guy based on that alone.”

How did Ainessa know Zach? “Did she tell you why?”

“She said something weird. She thinks you are something called the Nexus, and it was her responsibility to see you delivered to the courts. So they could decide what to do with you.”

“What’s a Nexus?”

Her tone was soft as though she was almost asleep. “I have no idea.”

“Could life get any weirder?”

She sat up, a grim expression on her face. “That is one of those questions you should never ask.”

I contemplated her statement. Before I knew it, Cassie was snoring.

I was on my way to the studio when a sultry voice erupted in my ear. “Good afternoon, my lady. May I have a moment of your time?”

When I whirled around, Taylor stood in front of me looking every bit the modern-day Zorro. He wore a clingy black suit. His hair was pulled back at his nape. His dark gaze feathered over me in a soft caress.

Not for the first time, I had a hard time looking away from him. Where had he come from anyway? I had been carefully watching for them. “Now’s not a good time. I’m going to be late for class.”

He blocked my path with his big body. “Luke claims to have a connection with you. I am confused because, the other day, I felt that we had formed a bond.”

I shook my head and pushed past him, fully planning to ignore him. He was next to me in seconds. I glared at him. His nearness was more than I could handle at the moment. I needed some distance. “Look. I’ve already told you guys. I’m not interested. I kind of have a boyfriend.” He moved ahead of me, blocking my path. I sidestepped him.

Taylor grabbed my arm, halting me. “He cannot give you what I can.”

What arrogance. Despite the thrill rushing through my body from his touch, irritation took over. “How do you know?”

He smiled gloriously. “I believe in upholding the traditions of the courts, but I am not oblivious to the plight of your kind.”

I went for coy. “What kind is that?”

“You can stop pretending, Rayla. I know that you know what we are.”

I smirked up at him. “Good for you.”

His eyes widened, his jaw tightening. “Do you find me distasteful in some respect?”

I took him in again, walking around him slowly. He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. When my gaze lingered on his bulging biceps, he cleared his throat.

I looked straight into his eyes. “Not at all. In fact, I find you absolutely delicious.” It was about time one of them felt like the cut of the day.

His eyes narrowed. “I will make this simple for you. I need you to show me your mark.”

I batted my lashes. “Mark?”

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “It should be on your right shoulder.”

“Really?” I pulled my collar down, exposing my unblemished flesh.

He smiled like I had just given him Hawaii for his birthday. “I knew it!” He composed his expression once more. “May I see your other shoulder?”

I obliged. He came closer, inspecting my skin carefully. “It could be lower.”

I yanked away from him. “I am not going to strip down for you in the middle of the sidewalk. I have shown you what you asked to see.” I looked at my watch. “Time’s up, Taylor, I need to go.” My flesh came alive under his sudden touch.

“I must insist you come with me, my lady.”

I leveled my gaze to his seriously. “I am not
your
lady. I do not carry your mark. Therefore, you have no claim to me. Leave me alone.”

He almost looked hurt, as if that were possible. “I am honor bound to take you with me.”

I smiled, but it wasn’t nice. “No can do. I have class.”

“I do not wish to make this unpleasant for you.” He used his body to intimidate me.

Impatient to leave, I pushed at his chest. I shouldn’t have done that. My fingers itched to explore the taut curved line. I swallowed hard. “Why don’t you let the others take care of themselves? I don’t see them here backing you up. Why are you alone, anyway? I thought you all were supposed to stick together until the bonding ceremony.” I was throwing out phrases hoping something would affect him.

“Do not pretend that you understand the ways of my people. You are human, after all.”

I narrowed my eyes, stepping back. “Newsflash: that doesn’t make me stupid. Times are changing, Taylor. Clinging to old traditions can’t possibly help your people.”

He spread his hands in placation. “I do not know how I have offended you, my lady. But I can see I must make this as clear to you as possible. You will come with me. Now.”

I raised a warning finger, looking pointedly at the groups of girls that scuttled to class for emphasis. “You step a centimeter closer, and I will make the biggest scene you have ever had the displeasure to witness. I thought your kind were supposed to be discrete. Your courts frown on public displays of abduction, don’t they?”

He looked as if he could kill me on the spot. I was taking an enormous gamble by acting as though I knew everything, but I had to get him to leave. I couldn’t allow the rush of adrenaline his nearness caused to cloud my thoughts any further. I was becoming lightheaded with him standing so close. I couldn’t believe how I was acting, but something about him brought out my inner cat. Maybe a small part of me was trying to get back at him for Lily? Even if he hadn’t been the one who took her, he was definitely from the same court.

“It is only a matter of time, Elemental. You may not be mine, but you belong to my people. Do not presume that you can escape your fate.”

Not bothering to answer him, I headed toward the studio again. Thankfully he didn’t follow me. When I entered the building, I ran straight to the bathroom. His scent penetrated me to the core, surrounding me with his ghost. I splashed water all over my face. When that didn’t work, I blew my nose. It was no use. I was going to be out of it for a while.

Once I had regained a bit of composure, I hurried to class, trying to sneak to my spot in the back row. If I could get my supplies out quickly, maybe Professor Brown wouldn’t realize I was late.

He saw me the moment I opened the back door. Frowning, he shook his head.

I mouthed, “Sorry,” trying not to interrupt class.

For once the girls were quiet. They were all focused on something at the front of the room. The way the easels were positioned, I couldn’t see what it was. I picked up my new canvas and lifted it into place. Getting ready as quickly as I could, I pulled out my palate and sprayed some fresh water on the dobs of color. Then I looked up.

Luke’s tropical gaze collided with mine. His warm smile washed over me.

Great. He was all I needed. What was he doing here? Men weren’t supposed to be in class. Mr. Brown didn’t count. He was the instructor.

I had forgotten we were doing a human study. I peeked over the canvas again.

Luke’s golden flesh gleamed under the florescent light. My gaze traveled over the solid curve of his bare shoulder, down the chiseled line of his stomach and on to his…
oh-my-stars
. I did not just see that. Heat flooded through me and my cheeks heated as I took another peek.

Luke was a million shades of sexy with his clothes on. He was lethal without them. Racy thoughts pummeled my mind. I couldn’t do this. They were supposed to have a female model, and it was supposed to be later in the semester. Seemed Luke could influence more than just me.

“Is there a problem, Rayla?” Professor Brown asked from behind me, seeming genuinely confused at my reaction.

My mind raced for an acceptable excuse. I could pretend I was sick and leave, but then I would fall behind. I wasn’t going to jeopardize my future just because Luke was playing dirty. “I’m trying to figure out the colors to mix for his skin.”

“Try burnt sienna, purple, and…” He peered up the aisle, angling his neck and straightening it again. “Why don’t you start with a rough sketch like the rest of the class? I’m going to have to give more thought to the mixture.”

Good luck with that. How could you synthesize tiny particles of ethereal gold luster from ordinary human paint? I hid behind my canvas until Mr. Brown cleared his throat.

Okay, no problem. If I focused on the parts and not the whole, maybe I could do it without passing out. I looked at some of the sketches. Not likely.

I started with his face. I traced the line of his square jaw. No. That wasn’t right. It was angular with square points. There. That was it. His hair came next. Soft waves formed around his linear brow then on towards his broad cheekbone. I became obsessed with getting the lines perfect, just like he was. By the end of class, I had his flawless lips down on paper.

My heart was no longer hammering, but it wasn’t calm either. I packed up my supplies, praying he would let it be. As long as he left me alone, I would be okay.

No such luck. He stood next to me as though appraising my work. Thankfully, he’d wrapped a towel snuggly around his hips.

“You show promise. Would you like to learn from Da Vinci’s tutor?”

And so it began. He had found the one thing that could get me to want to go with him. In that moment, I realized he could give me everything I was working toward and more. If I stayed in his realm for centuries, I could hone my craft to perfection. I could become anything I desired by the time he brought me back to my human existence. I stopped my thoughts from going any further. I couldn’t let myself go there. I raised my gaze slowly to his. “What would it cost me, Luke?”

A muscle twitched near his eye. “How did you find out?”

“Does it matter?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Compulsion can only intensify feelings that already exist.”

I turned away, not willing to listen to his lies. Why did he affect me so? “Please leave me alone.”

“Rayla—”

I looked at him squarely. “I do not carry your mark. You have no claim to me.” Not wanting to waste any more time, I exposed my right shoulder.

He pulled the cloth lower running his fingers over my skin. His touch sent a rush of heat through my frame. I leaned into him momentarily, savoring his nearness. I could have him for an eternity if I gave in. With effort, I straightened.

He shook his head warily, searching my face intently. “It has to be here. I can feel you.”

“Maybe you need a vacation,” I said coldly.

His faint smile turned serious. “You must come with me quietly. We have to find out what has happened here.”

My body didn’t want to obey my mind. I could hardly think because I had to use all my concentration to keep myself from leading him to the door. “Like I told Taylor, I want you to leave me alone, Luke. I don’t wish to scream, but I will.” I forced myself to stare boldly at him even though my will melted a little more with every second I spent near him.

He traced the line of my jaw. “This isn’t over.”

When I nodded, he turned and moved casually down the aisle toward the front of the class disrobing as he went. I shifted my gaze, sighing in relief. After I cleaned up as fast as I could, I dashed out the door.

I ran straight for my dorm. I had to give myself time to recover. I couldn’t go to any more classes today.

“Hey, Smick,” someone shouted behind me.

I kept running. The guy repeated the word. It was closer. Could he be talking to me? I glanced over my shoulder.

Adam from IPS was red-faced, running toward me. He smiled. “Whew,” he said between gasps. “You on the track team or something?”

“No.” I groaned inwardly. Unfortunately, Jessica had been right, for once.

“Could you spare a few minutes?”

I shrugged. “Why’d you call me ‘smick?’”

He quirked a grin. “It’s short for St. Mary’s College.” When I continued to stare dumbly at him, he said, “You know—a nickname.”

I hadn’t heard that one before. I preferred ‘Belles.’ ‘Smick’ sounded like a swear word. “My name is Rayla, and you’re wasting your time. Jessica already told me my room was haunted, but I haven’t had any experiences.”

He frowned. “That’s too bad, but it doesn’t really matter. I wondered if you would do something for me.”

Like I didn’t already have enough to worry about. “What’s that?”

“It would take a miracle for us to get permission to investigate any more of campus, but I thought maybe you could help us out on that front.”

I cocked my head to the side. “I don’t want to get into trouble.” I started walking away.

Adam followed me. “It isn’t a big deal. I’m not asking you to carry in a camera or anything.”

I was running out of patience. “Explain.”