Kissed By Moonlight (19 page)

"I'll make sure she's treated with respect," he said.

Maybe I was so mad at him simply because it took so much effort to feel that way. I was torn down the middle. One half wanted to call the cops, the other half wanted to help him run away and escape all this.

In either case, I couldn't be around him a second longer.

"Whatever. I have class soon. Why don't you go do... whatever it is your kind does," I said, shoving the door open hard enough to shake the whole vehicle.

I struggled with the seatbelt for a moment before throwing it over my shoulder. Then I practically jumped out.

"I'll be in touch..." he said, leaning across to pull the door shut.

I started walking away, not bothering to look back when the BMW revved and pulled away from the curb. What did I mean, 'your kind?' Even I wasn't sure. Was it werewolves, or simply being a rich kid? I couldn't really sympathize either way.

Chapter 27

Back in my dorm, I showered and changed my clothes. I wanted to spend the entire afternoon in that steaming stall, letting the hot water spill over my body until it got all
pruny.

But I couldn't. There was something, or rather some
one
, on my mind.

Feeling a bit more refreshed as I stepped back out into the cool air, I started towards the frat house. That was where I thought I could find Vick, the guy who seemed to know so much about Adam.

He had secrets, too. And I meant to find out what they were. Maybe one of them could lead me to Jenn.

It wasn't that hard to find. Eric had told me where it was enough times during class. It was on a side of the campus I rarely visited, since I didn't really have any classes or anything over there.

The grass crunched under my feet as I took a short cut across between two tall residences. My stomach grumbled as the smell of pizza wafted out of a ground floor room. I licked my lips, and flirted with the thought of going to grab a bite before doing what had to be done.

I even went so far as slowing down. It had nothing to do with passing that open window and watching some dark-haired boy take a good-sized chomp out of a steaming slice. He looked kind of like Adam as he glanced my way and frowned.

That was enough to send me on my way to the frat house.

My breath puffed out in clouds in front of my face as that delicious scent faded behind me.

When the hell was it going to snow? It seemed to be taking forever for it to come down. Yet another way my expectations about coming to the other side of the continent weren't met.

My little detour took me through a small tangle of brush. I had to fend off the clinging little fingers of the branches as I pushed through to the sidewalk.

Then the house was up ahead. I'd never actually seen it before, but this had to be it.

It looked older than the rest of the campus. I figured it probably was some old mansion or manor house that was converted. It was long, and three
storeys tall, with a chimney on each end.

The road looped in front of it, widening near the entrance to make a broad driveway.

Beside the front doors was a boulder in a bed of gravel.

Three Greek letters were carved into the surface, with English underneath.

They read simply, "Sigma Sigma Rho."

I went up the walk to the front door. There was the button for a doorbell, but I didn't know whether to press it. In movies, frat houses always seemed like constant party zones, people (usually drunk co-eds, it seemed) coming and going. But there was no one out there. I thought I heard voices within.

Truth be told, I hadn't really thought much of this through aside from arriving at the house and somehow getting in to see Vick.

The more I thought about it, the dumber I found myself. How did I even know Vick was in? What if I rang the doorbell and one of his brothers, or whatever they called themselves, said he was at class or playing football or something like that?

He really should have given me his cell number if he was so serious about Adam.

Besides, I really was hungry. Just the memory of that pizza was enough to make my mouth water.

Yeah, go get some food and some time to rally my thoughts. Sounded good to me.

I
turned, ready to start the trek back to the cafeteria.

The door opened behind me.

"Stephie!"

I froze, hunching my shoulders up and flinching at the voice.

"Oh, baby, I'm so glad you came!"

Should I run? From the way my legs flexed, I knew they wanted to. But what if Eric was like a predator, and running just set off his instinct to chase?

Maybe he was just on his way out to class or something. Even he had to go to class and graduate, right? Though, he did seem the type to be willing to blow that type of thing off if it meant somehow interacting with a girl.

"Where
ya going? Where do you think she's going, Joe?" Eric said.

"
Dunno. Looks like she's about to run though, right?" Joseph said.

So I turned around to face them. Of course, they both had their letterman jackets on. Eric grinned at me, the expression more wolfish than any I had seen lately (including looking a damn werewolf in the eye).

Girls were just pieces of meat to guys like him. Rich boys who thought they could do whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted because daddy has lots of money and influence.

The anger bubbling up inside me couldn't keep my skin from crawling as I felt Eric... appreciate me with his eyes.

"You want to party, don't you? Well, I'm always ready to party!" Eric said.

He came up close to me, Joseph standing a few feet behind trying to hide a smirk. My thigh started burning where he'd scratched me just a few nights ago. I knew if I closed my eyes, I'd feel their hands holding me
down, hear Eric shoot off his mouth.

"No, I don't want to party. I'm here to see Vick," I said, doing my best to stare through him. He had some really bad, expensive smelling cologne on that was cloying in my nose.

"Vick's so damn boring, baby. Why don't you come on up to my room and I'll show you a much better time?"

He started shifting forward again, raising his hands as though to put them on my hips and pull me close to asphyxiate in that cloud of cologne surrounding him. God, did he just dump a whole bottle of the s
tuff down his body this morning? My eyes started to water and sting.

"The only way you're showing a girl a good time is when you get out of her face," I said, taking a step back and giving him some ground.

The cool, pre-winter breeze that blew by was chillingly fresh and welcome.

Joseph started to snicker, but when Eric shot him a look over his shoulder he shut right up.

He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head at me.

"Maybe you're just not getting it,
Stephie. You are going to get that cute little ass of yours up to my room or..."

It was times like these that I wished I'd bought a can of mace or bear spray. I really wanted to get out of there. Something was broken in this guy, I knew. If I tried to run, he'd just chase me down.

Adam may be a werewolf, but this prick was a real monster.

"Or what, Eric?"

I recognized that voice. It was Vick.
Vick, who was taller and more broadly built than Eric or Joseph.

Eric gave a long, exasperated sigh before turning to face Vick, who stood in the open door to the frat house.

"Hey, uh, Vick? You mind giving me a few more minutes alone with your girlfriend? I promise I'll leave enough for you," Eric said.

"I'm not his...!" I started, the need to deny the accusation flaring up in me.

Vick leaned against the door frame, casually. The threat of violence seemed to come off him in waves.

"Here's the deal, Eric. Get lost right now, or I shove Joe's head up your ass.
Though, with all the time you two spend together, I'm not really sure that's much of a threat, is it?" Vick said, scrutinizing a thumbnail.

Eric was stunned to silence, his mouth hanging open. I had to admit, it was pretty funny. It was the first time I'd ever seen him really quiet. Not even the professors in class could do more than hush him for a few moments.

I covered my mouth, trying to hide my chuckle. Eric heard. He spun back around, his face twisted in ugly rage.

"What are you laughing at, bitch? What?"

I stood my ground, even as my body dumped adrenaline down my veins, urging me to get out of there. This asshole wasn't going to get any sort of satisfaction from me. Especially with Vick as my backup.

Vick sprung into action, moving so quickly it seemed like one moment he was leaning against the door frame and the next standing beside Eric.

Poor Joseph stared dumbfounded at the whole thing, clearly uncertain as to whether he should try to help Eric or run away himself.

Vick put one arm over Eric's shoulders and pulled the smaller man closer. If you saw them from behind, you might have thought them friends guiding each other home after a long night at the bar.

From the front, it was a different scene. Eric kept looking down at Vick's hand, apparently shocked that it was resting so non-chalantly on him.

"Don't you two have a class or a
make out session or something that you really need to get to?" Vick said.

"Oh, she's such a fucking square anyway," Eric said, looking at me, "Thanks for making me see that, bro."

Eric shrugged Vick's hand off and started walking away. He looked at me as long as he could, a smarmy smile curving his lips. The effect was somewhat ruined by Joseph snapping out of his indecisive daze and practically tripping over himself to catch up before Vick could do anything to him.

I stood beside Vick as we watched them follow the curve of the road out of sight.

"You're welcome," Vick said.

"I had it under control!"

"Once I got here, yeah. Why'd you come?"

For a second, I thought he was about to make a pass at me. But he relented, continuing to look down the road to make certain that the terrible twosome weren't coming back for seconds.

I opened my mouth, but my stomach made the reply for me. When Vick chuckled, my cheeks burned. Why did I care so much? Why did I feel like I had to make a good impression with him?

"Come on, I think there's still some pizza in the kitchen."

He went back inside. I followed him.

Chapter 28

Inside, the place kind of reminded me of Adam's house. If it was big on the outside, it was huge there. Rooms all over the place. Mostly converted into bedrooms or playing areas, I noticed.

On the way to the kitchen, I saw
a mini arcade, a billiards room with a long, green-covered table in it. There was also what seemed like a home theatre, from what I could tell from all the noise of gunfire and explosions coming out of it.

And, to my surprise, it was all pretty clean. An expensive-looking gold-fringed carpet ran the length of the hall. All the lights had gold-rimmed shades and bits of what I assumed were real crystal hanging from them. It even smelled lightly of lemon.

Until we got near the kitchen, when that heavenly aroma of promised pizza began leading me be the nose.

"Lively place," I said.

Vick looked around, and I thought I could detect an undercurrent of distaste. He even looked uncomfortable in that red-sleeved letterman jacket, despite it seeming to fit him well.

"Yeah, if it weren't for the hordes of cleaning ladies and maids coming through all the time it would be one house party away from getting condemned. Come on, kitchen's through here."

We went through one of those swinging doors. Stainless appliances seemed to be a thing here, though I doubted that the full range, the multiple ovens, and all the other expensive cookware got much use around here.

Though what interested me most was the box of open pizza on the island. It was one of those big, square party ones. And there were five squares left.
All cheese and pepperoni. My mouth watered so much I had trouble swallowing it all.

"Help
yourself," Vick said.

The words weren't out of his mouth before I grabbed one of those slices and bit into it. I could have died happy, right then and there.

It took me a second to realize how I was scarfing pizza down as fast I could right in front of a good looking guy. I stopped as my teeth sank in for another bite, feeling my cheeks burn again.

Vick winked at me.

"Don't worry. I won't tell everyone that you're a human vacuum cleaner."

"Shut up!" I said, unable to hide my grin.

It made me wonder why he was in the frat. He seemed like a nice guy, handsome and funny. Though he did have that chip on his shoulder.