Demon Kissed (16 page)

Collin’s features were totally serious. His voice was rich, asking softly, “Why? Why won’t you kiss him?” He was completely focused now, watching me, waiting for me to look up. I shouldn’t have said anything. My throat felt dry. I swallowed hard, not wanting to answer. How do I tell him this part? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell him. I knew if I didn’t answer, he would press until I did. It would make it a much bigger deal than if I spit it out now. And as long as I didn’t touch him, he wouldn’t know the whole truth.

Acting like it wasn’t a big deal, even though it was a defining keystone to my ideal relationship, I spit out some words.
“Because, I like him.
And it doesn’t work both ways. Friends aren’t dates. There’s a relationship there that’s too precious to mess up with hormones. Maybe it’s stupid, but I don’t think it’s possible to have both.”

He leaned a little closer, intrigued.
“Both what?”
Our eyes were getting dangerously close to meeting.

“A friend who’s also a boyfriend.
That stuff’s for fairytales, Collin. It doesn’t happen in real life.” The words were distant thoughts, lodged at the back of my mind for years, but their truth resonated with me as I said them. It wasn’t possible to have everything. That was a dream—an unattainable
dream
that silly people spent a lifetime to find out.

His response surprised me. “I can’t believe you said that.” Forgetting to avoid his eyes, I looked straight into the rich blue pools. I couldn’t look away.
Don’t touch him, and you’ll be fine
. Waves of emotions washed over me, but they were so jumbled that I couldn’t tell what it meant. “Ivy, that’s the ultimate goal when you’re playing the field—finding the person who gets you—someone who knows you, your faults, and likes you
anyway
. Why wouldn’t you want that? Why separate them?”

Things felt familiar, like they had gone back to the way it was before.
Before everything got weird.
Before my life was ripped out of my hands.
I was content to revel in it for the moment, but his directness made my eyes sweep downward. I didn’t know if it was to avoid judgment, or to push him away. This was one of my precious secrets. He didn’t understand, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to. I finally answered, “Because they can’t co-exist. They just don’t. It’s not a matter of separating them. They don’t go together. There’s no such thing as true love.”

“Really?” he asked. I nodded. His voice sounded breathless, “Ivy, how did you get so cynical?” He tilted his head, sincerely asking, “So, tell me; why can’t you have both? Why can’t you have the guy who is your best friend, and your lover? Why can’t he be the same person?” His sapphire eyes searched my face, unafraid, waiting for me to answer.

I looked into his eyes, and suddenly it didn’t feel like we were talking about Eric anymore. My heart slid into my stomach. These were things I never told anyone. I wondered if I was making a mistake. I said, “I couldn’t risk it. It’s too reckless. Relationships are destroyed when a couple breaks up—even if they were friends. Sometimes it’s better to hold onto what you have, rather than risk what might be.” I felt so exposed, and normally that would terrify me, but with Collin, right then—it didn’t. It felt normal, and I didn’t want it to stop. He made me feel
found
, and I’d felt lost for so long.

A sad smile formed on his face. “But, Ivy, you risk losing everything you could gain if it worked out. It has to work out for someone, sometime.
Why not you?”
His eyes were so blue.

Shaking my head, my eyes remained locked with his. Courage and recklessness mingled together. What he was suggesting was not possible. “When has anything ever worked out like that for me?” I didn’t feel as bitter as it sounded, “It’s not in the cards for me, Collin. I’m content with things the way they are. I don’t get the fairytale. I’m the emotionally scarred girl with the cynical view of life, and I’m okay with that. I know who I am. I know what I get.”

He leaned on the locker facing me, moving even closer. He closed the gap so that our bodies were almost touching. His warm breath slid across my skin when he spoke, “Out of all people, I would have thought you’d be the one to hunt it down, and then hold onto it.”

My head jerked back a little bit, surprised at his words, “Why would you think that?” There was no way I would risk that. Not after losing my sister, and dealing with the agonizing pain that followed. I had no desire to love anyone, especially if I had a choice about it. Love only brought pain.

His hand ran across my cheek. An icy hot shock flowered under his hand before he pulled it away mumbling, “Sorry, I forgot.”

The touch made me jump, but it felt different—desirable almost. No thoughts leaked through then. A few emotions, but they were the obvious ones displayed on Collin’s face. He paused, looking at me, but avoiding my gaze. He shrugged, “It’s just—you’re not someone who does stuff half way. At some point, I thought you’d give up the dating half way thing and shoot for the stars. I just thought… you’d want it.” His eyes flicked back up to see how I took his words.

I was stunned we were having this conversation. The grip on my books had loosened at some point, as I looked up at his downturned face. “Collin?” I asked. He looked at me. “Is this what you came to ask me about?”

Shaking his head, he said, “No, it wasn’t.” He took in a deep breath, and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

“Then, what was it?”

His sapphire gaze was soft, as it met mine. “The bond—it’s changing.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t notice anything.”

Collin smiled sadly at me. “I wasn’t sure. I had to talk to you to find out.” He swallowed hard, “Ivy, it’s growing.” His words weren’t meshing with reality. Growing? I hadn’t noticed anything. What was he talking about?

Shaking my head, I said, “No, it’s not. Collin, we just stood here and talked, and it wasn’t weird. I
kinda
liked it. It felt like us, again. The way things used to be.” But as soon as the words were free, I regretted them. The creases in his forehead didn’t fade, and his eyes remained locked with mine.

His voice brushed gently against my mind,
It
doesn’t require touch anymore, does it?

I sucked in air and took a step back, dropping my books to the floor. They tumbled out of my hands, and made a loud slapping sound as they fell. The hallways were empty now, and no other sounds diminished the noise. Shaking my head, I said, “No. It can’t do that.”

Collin took a step toward me, his hands outstretched for me, but he quickly jammed them in his pockets. “It does. It already has.”

Eyes wide with panic, my heart raced wildly in my chest. I trusted Collin, he was one of the few people I did trust, but I didn’t want this. It would ruin everything. Shaking my head, I still couldn’t accept what he was telling me, what I knew to be true. “No. No, it can’t—we
have
to touch. It can’t just work without that. It can’t.” Hysteria was creeping into my voice. I hated that it was there, but I was in a constant state of emotional overload for too long. I couldn’t force it away.

“I know you liked my touch before. I know the sensation didn’t freak you out, and that you didn’t take a mind-dive.” He took a step closer to me, carefully. Slowly, like I might run. “Ask me something. Something you didn’t say out loud during this conversation.
Something towards the end.
Something that you thought, but didn’t say.”

A chill settled on my flesh that had nothing to do with the temperature. Vulnerability washed over me. He couldn’t know. I didn’t think it. I barely thought it. I finally spoke, asking the question that terrified me, “Why do I really think I can’t have both?”

Collin inched closer to me, and wound a long curl around his fingers, careful not to touch me. He kept his fingers there while he spoke, “Because you don’t want to fall in love. Not if you can prevent it, because the pain of losing him would be unbearable. You’ve decided it’s better to not love. Losing your sister almost destroyed you.” His eyes met mine and didn’t falter when he said, “It’s not that you can’t have both—it’s that you don’t want both. You just want to survive.”

Trembling, my heartbeat roared in my ears. He articulated the reason I couldn’t bring myself to say. The excuses I made for pushing people away. It was fear—cold, raw fear that propelled me into survival mode. And I stayed there, too afraid to come back.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Eric was smart enough not to ask what happened. We drove in silence. I watched him navigate the mid-day traffic. His perfectly combed hair framed his face. There was a faint smile on his lips. It was always there. He didn’t flip people off, he didn’t curse, and he didn’t lie. Me—on the other hand—I wasn’t so good. I lied.
A lot.
 
Still watching him, I slumped back into the seat.

Eric caught me looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

I shook my head, looking away, “Nothing. I just never noticed before—you’re a good guy. Like
good
good
. You’re just… you. I never noticed, but then, I didn’t notice a lot of things.” My mind started to drift, as I watched the world blur by out the window. The last year of my life was pretty much a haze. I missed a lot of stuff.

“You noticed enough. And don’t worry about today. I have to meet with Julia, you talk with Al, and then we can go to the gym and practice some more.” The church had an old gym, complete with circa 1945 gym equipment. It was a relic, but it provided a safe place for me to learn. Valefar couldn’t enter churches. Since the gym was attached to the church, we were safe.

“Thanks Eric,” I pulled my curls over my shoulder, and away from my face. “So, what do you think Sister Al wants with me?”

Eric looked in my direction briefly, before turning his gaze back to the traffic. “Maybe she figured out what your gift is?”
 
All the Martis were sorted into one of three groups based on their natural abilities or giftedness.
 
This gift was supposed to help me fight Valefar.
 
It was supposed to make my life easier, but it was taking Al longer to determine my gift than usual.
 
She wanted to speak to me about it today.
  

“Maybe,” I replied. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop when Al pegged me with a gift. It was going to be a big fat Valefar shoe that clunked with a resounding GONG. Lowering my head, worry pinched my face. I hoped she found a gift that was normal for a Martis. I couldn’t afford to blow my secret—not yet.

We pulled up to the back of the church building, and piled out of the truck. Eric walked next to me. It felt like we had both called in to the principal's office. Eric said nothing, as he pulled the door open. Stepping over the threshold, I immediately smacked into someone. The tall brunette was irritated with my clumsiness. She acted like no one had ever stepped on her before. She looked like an Italian supermodel, so maybe no one had. Her waist was tiny, and her hips curved just so, and met up with some killer legs. Most girls couldn’t get legs like that, even if they stayed on a stair climber all day. Her dark hair was smooth, and pulled back neatly into a clip at the nape of her neck. She was dressed like a librarian, wearing a gray pencil skirt and a sweater vest. And she was glaring at me.

Eric’s hand was on the small of my back, as he pushed me back towards her, and into the room. “Ivy, this is Julia. Julia, Ivy Taylor.” He looked at Julia, adding, “She’s new.”

A single perfectly plucked brow arched on her angular face, as her brown eyes evaluated me. She spoke in heavily accented words, “Pleased to meet you,” though I could tell that she wasn't. “I am the Regent Martis of the Dyconisi.” Her thick Italian accent continued, “Are you going to be a warrior or a healer?” My mouth opened, but I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Eric.

Eric answered for me. “She doesn’t know what she’ll be yet. Al’s been working with her to figure it out.”

Julia
hmmed
me.

Feeling a trickle of panic, I realized that her gaze scared the crap out of me. I stepped a tad closer to Eric, and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Sister Al will tell you. You need to go talk to her,” Eric said sweetly.