Lizzy Ford (17 page)

“Jessi, have lunch with Gerry today,” he said without looking up.

Jessi didn’t acknowledge him at all.

If Xander didn’t feed now, he was going to go on a rampage and slaughter half the apartment building to slake his hunger. While appealing, it would ruin his chances to figure out what Jessi was hiding. Not to mention, Ingrid wouldn’t approve. Xander was enjoying his newfound status too much to sacrifice it now, especially when he had a line of women ready to please him. If Toni wasn’t enough to distract him, all he had to do was walk outside his door for another snack.

Jessi’s hands shook from the fire in her blood. She was about to have a break down. Standing in the kitchen, she snatched a pen from her purse and hastily scribbled a note. She left it on the iPad and paused to reread it.

I quit. Don’t call me. I’m not coming back. Ever.

It was pretty clear.

“What’re you doing?” Gerry asked, watching her.

“Quitting!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but don’t quit out of emotion,” Gerry said. “We’ll go to lunch and talk about it.”

“Talk about
what?
The fact he bit me?” she demanded. Furious and freaked out, she grabbed her purse and strode out the front door, just as Xander came into sight through the glass doors from the direction of the beach. Toni’s body was all but molded around his midsection.

Jessi grabbed Gerry’s arm and slammed the front door behind them, marching through the hallway in a combination of disgust and envy.

“Lunch and talk?” Gerry prodded.

“Fine. We’ll go to lunch and then I’m going home,” she told Gerry. “You won’t talk me out of quitting.”

“Fair enough. We’ll talk it out.”

She gave him a sidelong look as they waited for the valet. She wasn’t going back. She was serious. Trapped between Jonny and Xander. There was no way in hell she wasn’t packing up the kids and leaving.

Gerry smiled in encouragement. She reached for her purse and dug around for her phone, intent on telling the cousins to pack. She pulled out one phone, the one assigned to her by Ingrid. Hers was …

…sitting on the counter next to the iPad.

“Dammit!” she muttered. “Wait here. I gotta get my phone.”

“Sure.”

Jessi hurried into the apartment building. She was pretty certain Xander would be too occupied with Toni to notice her. Just in case, she waited a full two minutes outside his condo before typing in the code. The last thing she wanted was to see him again. Ever.

The condo was silent. Cat sat at the top of the stairs, as if waiting for her. Jessi hesitated once more then ascended.

“Quiet, kitty,” she murmured to the small creature.

An odd thought crossed her mind. She stopped at the top of the stairs and lifted the cat. Its eyes were the same color red as Xander’s. Was it a vampire, too?

“Forget something?”

She jumped and faced him. Xander stood near the railing overlooking the first floor, her phone in his hand. In his other: the sticky note on which she’d written her hasty resignation.

Jessi set the cat down, uncertain if she was scared or furious. She crossed to him cautiously and held out her hand for the phone.

She wanted to run, but her phone was her lifeline. He held it out, and she took a few steps back.

His fangs were out.

“I’m not coming back.”

“I got the point,” he said and crumpled the note. “You’ll be back.”

“No, I won’t. Whatever sick game or alternate reality this is, I’m not playing anymore!”

“I didn’t hurt you.”

“You
bit
me. On what planet is that acceptable?”

“I gave you advance warning.”

“Are you for real?” she demanded. “What is wrong with you vampires? You go around biting people and think it’s okay?”

He tilted his head to the side in a signal she now knew was one of interest.

“If you ever come near me again, Xander, I swear I’ll … whatever. Just … I’m quitting!” She turned to leave.

“Vampires. Plural. You’ve run into another one.”

“None of your damn business.”

“It
is.
” He took her arm.

She whirled and slapped him. He released her.

“Back. Off. Xander,” she ordered. “You even turned your cat into a vampire, didn’t you? Who does that?”

“For future reference, I consider a slap foreplay.”

“Unbelievable! You can’t be decent for two seconds, can you?”

She stormed out, shaking as much from the day as how much she wanted to stay the minute he touched her. Jessi strode to her waiting car and threw herself into the driver’s seat. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Psycho or vampire, she was calling Jonny when she got home and telling him there had to be a better way to do this.

“You’re really upset,” Gerry said as he sank into the passenger seat.

She forced a smile. “Just never worked for someone like that before.”

“They’ve all got egos. Some of them don’t know the difference between who they play on TV and who they are in real life,” he said. “It’s just the way this place is.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not going to deal with it.”

His gaze was concerned. She found herself relaxing as they drove away from Xander’s. Gerry was the opposite of the crazy vampire: warm, sunny, smiling, good. She liked that about Gerry while wondering if he was able to make her blood burn as Xander had. She touched her neck absently. How had he not severed an artery or killed her with those four inch incisors?

“I have a feeling she’ll be there all night,” Gerry said with a sigh. “We can go someplace good to eat. There’s an awesome taco shack an hour away.”

“Taco shack?” she said, looking him over critically. He was well-dressed and perfectly presented, not the kind to dine at what she envisioned a taco shack to be.

He grinned.

Jessi smiled in response. Being with someone who seemed normal helped her relax, though she wasn’t able to forget he had something to do with Xander.

They drove an hour away, Gerry filling the time with engaging chatter. She couldn’t take her mind off Xander, especially since she began to think he’d taken her disinterest in him as a dare. Her body settled, and she recalled the look on his face with a mix of excitement and dread.

He’d been intrigued. Something told her that the interest of a man … creature like him was not a good thing. Not that it mattered. When she didn’t return, he’d find a new plaything.

Hopefully.

As she calmed, she began to realize a different obstacle to her plan of never seeing Xander again: Jonny. He wasn’t going to take her news well. Jessi thought hard of some way to keep Jonny off her back long enough for her to make a break for it with the kids.

Even this plan began to fizzle when she returned home a few hours later. The goon that bruised her arm was lingering outside her building, along with two more. They nodded to her when she got out of the car but didn’t approach.

Jessi hurried inside, heart pounding, not at ease until all four locks of her apartment door were securely in place. She leaned against the door to her three bedroom apartment. She hadn’t thought it so cramped, but it was, compared to Xander’s spacious, airy condo. Jessi shook her head and went to the tiny kitchen. Music blared from the rooms of both cousins, as it did every afternoon when they were studying before dinner. She didn’t feel ready to face them yet.

She pulled Jonny’s number from the fridge but hesitated, still not certain what to tell him.

Xander made her uneasy. Jonny scared her. He seemed like a normal teenager, harmless with a name like Jonny. But being anywhere near him was like sticking her hand in a light socket. He radiated a weird sort of energy.

She fished the cell out of her purse and frowned. It was the one Ingrid left her, not her own. Irritated she was too flustered to leave it, Jessi searched until she found hers. She set the spare on the counter then called Jonny.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Jonny. This is Jessi.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She rolled her eyes. The punk had an attitude. “Listen, there was an …issue today at Xander’s.”

“He figured out why you were there.”

“No, he didn’t.”

There was a pause.

“You still there?” she asked.

“I’ll be right over.” He hung up.

That’s not good.
Jessi started towards Brandon’s to tell him to pack or hide.

A knock at her door stopped her. She crossed to it and peered through the peep hole, surprised to see Jonny’s caramel features and black eyes. The teen didn’t appear happy.

She opened the door. Jonny entered, his odd energy crackling around him. It filled the apartment and made the hair on her arms stand on end.

“I hope I didn’t make this sound urgent or anything,” she said.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

Her gut sank. Was he watching her to make sure she did what he wanted? Her kids were home. How did she quit when he was able to hurt them?

He flung himself down into the oversized chair and lifted his boots onto the ottoman. His piercing gaze made her feel slightly ill. He seemed much older than his nineteen-year-old appearance.

“Um, I know you said Xander is different, but…” she shook her head. “He’s a lot more than that.”

“Hmmm.”

“Why do I have a feeling you already knew that.”

“You had a job. It doesn’t matter what Xander is,” Jonny replied.

“I know. I, uh, think we need a different approach.”

“Like what?” There was a dangerous note in the teen’s voice.

“Like he never takes off the necklace.”

“Your problem to solve, not mine.”

“Well …” Her eyes went towards the hallway where the kids were. Her heart was pounding fast and hard. “I’m wondering if I couldn’t use a distraction.”

Jessi waited, uncertain why the troubled look on the crazy teen’s face still got to her, even knowing what she did about him. He seemed lost for a second then focused on her once more, the uncertainty fading.

“The idea has merit. Remove him from his comfort zone. It’s something he taught me.” Jonny shook his head. “I can use his lesson against him.”

“Um, right.”

“Find out his schedule tomorrow and tell me what day,” he directed her. “I’ll blow up his condo.”

“My god! Nothing that bad.”

“It’ll destroy his comfort zone.”

“I don’t know … I mean, I’m not sure I can do this.” Not that she’d miss the right angle hell that made her edgy, but blowing up someone’s home?

“Why not?”

“Jonny, he bit me. Like, seriously, bit me,” she said and showed him the two small scars.

Interest crossed the youth’s face. He rose and approached her, followed by the intensity of a storm cloud. She instinctively retreated, but he took her arm to stop her and tilted her chin.

“He did,” he confirmed. “He’s a vampire. It’s what he does. You’re lucky he let you live.”

She stared up at him.

“Jessi, let me get one thing straight. You and I both know what’s at stake here,” he started. His grip on her arm tightened. There was a strange glow in his gaze, a dangerous one that made her reconsider calling him.

“I know, but…” she trailed off, wincing as he squeezed her harder.

“But nothing. You want me to take it out on your cousins?”

“No.”

“No excuses, Jessi. You do whatever you have to in order to get that necklace,” he said. “You’ll call me tomorrow with his schedule.”

Pain radiated through her. She tried to pull away, but he yanked her back to him.

“Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Your cousins’ lives are at stake. I shouldn’t be here reminding you,” he said in a sharp voice. “You are the only person who can do this, or I’d kill all three of you now.”

Jessi gasped. Jonny’s eyes were burning with something inhuman. She held her breath, the pain in her arm crippling.

“You don’t get another warning,” he whispered.

He let her go.

“Hi, Jonny.”

They turned in unison towards the speaker.

“Is something wrong?” Ashley asked, her smile fading.

“No,” Jonny said in a softer voice. “We were talking about this weekend.”

“Did you ask her?” Ashley’s face glowed. “Jessi, did he tell you?”

Jonny’s gaze was intense. “About the weekend trip? Yes, I did.”

“Yeah. Sounds fun,” Jessi forced herself to say.

“Jonny is so sweet to offer. He has a huge house in the forest. It’s got like … oh,” Ashley flushed. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you I’d been there before. Sorry, Jonny.”

“It’s okay, Ash. We’ll show her together this weekend.” The youthful vampire smiled in return, appearing to be a normal teen there to visit a friend.

Jessi almost panicked. Ashley was gazing at him, completely in love with any guy who gave her the time of day.

“Finish your homework, Ashley. I’ll start dinner in a few minutes,” Jessi managed.

Ashley grinned at Jonny and darted down the hallway.

“Sweet girl,” Jonny said.

“Stay away from her,” Jessi snapped.

“Do your job.”

Jonny turned and strode out.

Jessi watched him go, fear seizing her chest as she realized how dangerous he was. Her arm didn’t just feel bruised; it felt damaged. She flexed her hand and winced at the pain it caused. Her forearm was starting to swell, as if he’d broken or sprained it. The pain was warm.