Illusions
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“Are you okay?” Tamani asked, one hand running down her shoulder in a way that made Laurel clutch David’s arm a little tighter. There was obviously nothing wrong with her. She probably just didn’t want to admit it took her four hours to get into that thing, Laurel thought, frustrated now that Yuki had made both her and Tamani worry so much when there was clearly no reason. She was radiant in the twilight, not to mention the glow of Tamani’s attention. Her whole face lit up when he looked at her, talked to her, and it made Laurel want to slap that smile right off her face.
Laurel forced herself to turn away from Yuki and Tamani and focus on David. He was her date tonight, after all. She took a few calming breaths as she walked into the gym on his arm. The student council had definitely outdone themselves. The ceiling was draped with black tulle that melted into cushiony piles on the floor, with icicle lights hanging every few inches so the effect was a dark sky blazing with starlight. Instead of regular folding chairs, every chair had been covered in fabric, the way Laurel occasionally saw at weddings or really nice restaurants, and there was a huge display of petits fours at the refreshment table that looked lovely, although Laurel couldn’t eat them. There were even two fans with curled ribbons tied to them to keep the air circulating as the gym filled up with people.
“Wow,” David said, “this is way better than last year.”
As a new song started up, David picked up Laurel’s hand from his arm and pulled her out toward the floor. “Come dance with me,” he said softly. He led her far onto the floor, to where the entrance was out of sight—something Laurel was quite sure was not an accident. Then his arms tightened around her and they began to sway in time with the music.
“You really look incredible tonight,” he whispered, close to her ear.
Laurel lowered her eyelids and smiled. “Thank you. You too. Black looks good on you.”
“If I admit my mom helped me pick it out, will you laugh?”
Laurel grinned. “No. Your mom has always had excellent taste. But you are the one who wears it. You get all the credit for that.”
“Hey, I’m just glad you noticed.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
TAMANI HAD TO ADMIT, FOR AN INDOOR PARTY THAT lacked any Summer illusions, the humans had done a good job. He couldn’t help but smile at Yuki’s seedling-like enthusiasm as she gasped and smiled at the splendor. It was easier to be around her now, knowing she wasn’t the danger—she was just the distraction, and she might not even be aware of that. “This is amazing,” she said, her eyes twinkling with the reflected sparkle of a hundred strings of lights.
Without saying a word, Tamani walked Yuki onto the dance floor, just at the edge, where the crowd was thinner. “You’re lovely tonight,” he said.
Yuki looked immediately shy. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I—I hoped you would like it.”
“Very much,” Tamani replied. That, at least, wasn’t a lie. Her dress was stunning. A different style than he’d ever seen before, but all the more beautiful for that. He forced himself not to think about what Laurel would look like in it. He shook his head a little, a physical reminder that he had other things to concentrate on. “I was sorry to not be able to pick you up,” Tamani said, his voice low enough that Yuki had to lean forward a little to hear him. He laid one hand low on her waist and ran his other all the way down her arm, then folded her hand into his and pulled her close—a traditional dance pose, rather than the strange, leaning bear-hug the humans seemed to prefer—and stepped softly to the music.
“I’m sorry too,” Yuki said. “It . . . it couldn’t be helped.” She glanced down, and Tamani thought she looked embarrassed. Then, very quietly, she added, “I was packing.”
Tamani felt his whole body tense. “Packing?” Of course she wouldn’t stay here alone during the winter break, Tamani chided himself. Calm down. Hopefully she had interpreted the tight squeeze of her hand as a sign of affection. He led Yuki into a spin under his arm, and then back close where she stepped evenly, expertly, matching him with a delicate grace that marked her as unmistakably fae.
“Klea is coming for me tomorrow,” she said evenly, her voice strained, but controlled.
“When will you be back?” Tamani asked, his voice calm. It wasn’t that unusual.
“I . . . I—” she said, but looked down, avoiding his eyes.
She was supposed to lie, he could tell. But he wanted the truth. In another few hours it might not matter, but for once, he wanted the truth. He tilted his face close to hers and let his cheek touch her face, his lips just brushing her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered.
“I’m not supposed to come back at all,” she said, her voice catching.
He pulled back, not having to fake the horror written across his face. “Never?”
She shook her head, her eyes darting around the room as if afraid someone would catch her dropping her secret. “I don’t want to leave. Klea—she wasn’t happy that I came tonight at all, but I was not going to miss this.”
This was an act of rebellion then—and one of which Yuki was clearly proud.
He was silent for a moment and Yuki looked up at him, waiting for him to say something, do something. He gave himself another moment to think by pulling her close and listening to her shallow breathing as he again brushed her earlobe with his lips. “Can’t you stay?” he asked, digging now. “Won’t she listen to you?”
Laurel forced herself to turn away from Yuki and Tamani and focus on David. He was her date tonight, after all. She took a few calming breaths as she walked into the gym on his arm. The student council had definitely outdone themselves. The ceiling was draped with black tulle that melted into cushiony piles on the floor, with icicle lights hanging every few inches so the effect was a dark sky blazing with starlight. Instead of regular folding chairs, every chair had been covered in fabric, the way Laurel occasionally saw at weddings or really nice restaurants, and there was a huge display of petits fours at the refreshment table that looked lovely, although Laurel couldn’t eat them. There were even two fans with curled ribbons tied to them to keep the air circulating as the gym filled up with people.
“Wow,” David said, “this is way better than last year.”
As a new song started up, David picked up Laurel’s hand from his arm and pulled her out toward the floor. “Come dance with me,” he said softly. He led her far onto the floor, to where the entrance was out of sight—something Laurel was quite sure was not an accident. Then his arms tightened around her and they began to sway in time with the music.
“You really look incredible tonight,” he whispered, close to her ear.
Laurel lowered her eyelids and smiled. “Thank you. You too. Black looks good on you.”
“If I admit my mom helped me pick it out, will you laugh?”
Laurel grinned. “No. Your mom has always had excellent taste. But you are the one who wears it. You get all the credit for that.”
“Hey, I’m just glad you noticed.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
TAMANI HAD TO ADMIT, FOR AN INDOOR PARTY THAT lacked any Summer illusions, the humans had done a good job. He couldn’t help but smile at Yuki’s seedling-like enthusiasm as she gasped and smiled at the splendor. It was easier to be around her now, knowing she wasn’t the danger—she was just the distraction, and she might not even be aware of that. “This is amazing,” she said, her eyes twinkling with the reflected sparkle of a hundred strings of lights.
Without saying a word, Tamani walked Yuki onto the dance floor, just at the edge, where the crowd was thinner. “You’re lovely tonight,” he said.
Yuki looked immediately shy. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I—I hoped you would like it.”
“Very much,” Tamani replied. That, at least, wasn’t a lie. Her dress was stunning. A different style than he’d ever seen before, but all the more beautiful for that. He forced himself not to think about what Laurel would look like in it. He shook his head a little, a physical reminder that he had other things to concentrate on. “I was sorry to not be able to pick you up,” Tamani said, his voice low enough that Yuki had to lean forward a little to hear him. He laid one hand low on her waist and ran his other all the way down her arm, then folded her hand into his and pulled her close—a traditional dance pose, rather than the strange, leaning bear-hug the humans seemed to prefer—and stepped softly to the music.
“I’m sorry too,” Yuki said. “It . . . it couldn’t be helped.” She glanced down, and Tamani thought she looked embarrassed. Then, very quietly, she added, “I was packing.”
Tamani felt his whole body tense. “Packing?” Of course she wouldn’t stay here alone during the winter break, Tamani chided himself. Calm down. Hopefully she had interpreted the tight squeeze of her hand as a sign of affection. He led Yuki into a spin under his arm, and then back close where she stepped evenly, expertly, matching him with a delicate grace that marked her as unmistakably fae.
“Klea is coming for me tomorrow,” she said evenly, her voice strained, but controlled.
“When will you be back?” Tamani asked, his voice calm. It wasn’t that unusual.
“I . . . I—” she said, but looked down, avoiding his eyes.
She was supposed to lie, he could tell. But he wanted the truth. In another few hours it might not matter, but for once, he wanted the truth. He tilted his face close to hers and let his cheek touch her face, his lips just brushing her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered.
“I’m not supposed to come back at all,” she said, her voice catching.
He pulled back, not having to fake the horror written across his face. “Never?”
She shook her head, her eyes darting around the room as if afraid someone would catch her dropping her secret. “I don’t want to leave. Klea—she wasn’t happy that I came tonight at all, but I was not going to miss this.”
This was an act of rebellion then—and one of which Yuki was clearly proud.
He was silent for a moment and Yuki looked up at him, waiting for him to say something, do something. He gave himself another moment to think by pulling her close and listening to her shallow breathing as he again brushed her earlobe with his lips. “Can’t you stay?” he asked, digging now. “Won’t she listen to you?”
