My Soul to Steal
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I dropped my cell onto the passenger seat and started the engine. Then I turned the car off and stared out the windshield.
Nothing had changed. Nash was still recovering from a serious frost addiction, I was still trying to forgive him for what hed done, and his ex was still marching toward a very messy boyfriend coup.
But then again, maybe nothing would change until I gave him a real chance to make things better. Maybe I never would be able to move on until I either forgave him or let him go.
And I desperately didnt want to let him go.
Ill just stay for a few minutes. Ill have one slice of pizza. And maybe a cookie. A cookie never hurt anyone, right?
Besides, I hadnt had a chance yet to tell him what was going on with Alec, because hed been avoiding both me and Sabine at school. So Id stay for a few minutes. An hour, tops.
Id definitely be home before curfew.
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES later, I knocked on Nashs door, suddenly wishing Id changed out of my uniform shirt. Id considered it during the drive, but in the end I dismissed the thoughtdressing up might send the wrong message.
If I came in my uniform, hed know I was just there to talk. That I wasnt trying to look good or to take things beyond that first crucial private conversation. Id made the right choice.
But I still wished Id changed.
Nash opened the door in nothing but a pair of jeans, and suddenly I wished hed changed. He was really hard to talk to when he wasnt fully clothed.
A relieved smile lit up his face when he saw me, and I couldnt resist a small grin of my own. I didnt think you were coming. He stepped back to let me in. I called three hours ago.
I was at work. They make us leave our phones in our lockers. But even after my shift, I hadnt called to let him know I was coming because I wasnt sure Id actually go through with it until I rang the doorbell. Being alone with Nash was hard. Even without his Influence working in his favorwhich hed sworn would never happen againhe was temptation on two feet. When I was with him, I wanted to touch him, and when I touched him, I wanted to touch him some more, but that would lead to all things sweaty and illogical, and logic was the only weapon I could deploy against the lure that was Nash, and the traitor that was my own heart.
He closed the door at my back, then leaned against it, and my pulse rushed in my ears as I pulled off my jacket and dropped it on the back of a chair. Did you eat? he asked, while I stood there like an idiot in the middle of his living room.
Just some popcorn on my break.
Ill call for pizza.
While he dialed, I sat on the couch and tried to get comfortable. Wed never really hung out in his living room, but I wanted to make it clear that I had no business in hisbedroom. Not tonight. Not while we were still feeling things out. Figuratively.
When he hung up, Nash sat next to me, and I twisted to face him, leaning against the arm of the couch with my back to the end table lamp. Light from over my shoulder lit his face enough for me to see the browns and greens in his eyes, alternately twisting contentedly and churning with nerves.
I was relieved to realize he was nervous, too. He understood that he was getting a second chance, and he obviously didnt want to mess it up.
Hey, I thought you should know you were right about Sabine.
He shook his head slowly. I dont want to talk about Sabine.
Im just saying, she didnt kill them.
I know. I still dont want to talk about her.
I smiled. Looks like we still have things in common.
I sure hope so. He reached out for my hand and curled his fingers around mine, and my pulse leaped just like it had the first time wed touched. How could it possibly feel just like that still?
I hesitated, tempted to drop the subject and continue exploring a potential reunion. But Nash deserved to know the truth, and frankly, I didnt like the pressure or responsibility that came with being the only one who knew Alecs secret. Wait, theres more, I insisted.
I like more His eyes flashed, and my heart beat harder.
Its Alec, I said, and Nash froze.
Whats Alec? He pulled his fingers from my light grip and scowled. You and Alec?
No! I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. Why does everyone keep saying that? Hes old, no matter how young he looks! And he had much more important things on his mind than dating. I took a deep breath. Alec killed them. The teachers. I frowned. Well, not him, exactly. It was actually Avari, but he was using Alecs body. Its kind of a long story.
Then you should probably talk fast. Nashs irises churned too fast for me to isolate individual emotions, but his lips were pressed thin, his hand clenched around the back of the couch.
Okay. It turns out that Alecs only half human. His other half is hypnos, and Avari somehow scraped together enough power to possess Alec and feed through him. Which only gives him more power. And evidently kills people.
Guess that wasnt such a long story, after all.
Nashs frown could have blotted out the sun. And hes sleeping on your couch?
Actually, now he was sleeping half the night in my bedroom, where I could watch him for signs of possession. But all I said was, Hes not really sleeping much at all, since we figured out what was going on.
Nothing had changed. Nash was still recovering from a serious frost addiction, I was still trying to forgive him for what hed done, and his ex was still marching toward a very messy boyfriend coup.
But then again, maybe nothing would change until I gave him a real chance to make things better. Maybe I never would be able to move on until I either forgave him or let him go.
And I desperately didnt want to let him go.
Ill just stay for a few minutes. Ill have one slice of pizza. And maybe a cookie. A cookie never hurt anyone, right?
Besides, I hadnt had a chance yet to tell him what was going on with Alec, because hed been avoiding both me and Sabine at school. So Id stay for a few minutes. An hour, tops.
Id definitely be home before curfew.
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES later, I knocked on Nashs door, suddenly wishing Id changed out of my uniform shirt. Id considered it during the drive, but in the end I dismissed the thoughtdressing up might send the wrong message.
If I came in my uniform, hed know I was just there to talk. That I wasnt trying to look good or to take things beyond that first crucial private conversation. Id made the right choice.
But I still wished Id changed.
Nash opened the door in nothing but a pair of jeans, and suddenly I wished hed changed. He was really hard to talk to when he wasnt fully clothed.
A relieved smile lit up his face when he saw me, and I couldnt resist a small grin of my own. I didnt think you were coming. He stepped back to let me in. I called three hours ago.
I was at work. They make us leave our phones in our lockers. But even after my shift, I hadnt called to let him know I was coming because I wasnt sure Id actually go through with it until I rang the doorbell. Being alone with Nash was hard. Even without his Influence working in his favorwhich hed sworn would never happen againhe was temptation on two feet. When I was with him, I wanted to touch him, and when I touched him, I wanted to touch him some more, but that would lead to all things sweaty and illogical, and logic was the only weapon I could deploy against the lure that was Nash, and the traitor that was my own heart.
He closed the door at my back, then leaned against it, and my pulse rushed in my ears as I pulled off my jacket and dropped it on the back of a chair. Did you eat? he asked, while I stood there like an idiot in the middle of his living room.
Just some popcorn on my break.
Ill call for pizza.
While he dialed, I sat on the couch and tried to get comfortable. Wed never really hung out in his living room, but I wanted to make it clear that I had no business in hisbedroom. Not tonight. Not while we were still feeling things out. Figuratively.
When he hung up, Nash sat next to me, and I twisted to face him, leaning against the arm of the couch with my back to the end table lamp. Light from over my shoulder lit his face enough for me to see the browns and greens in his eyes, alternately twisting contentedly and churning with nerves.
I was relieved to realize he was nervous, too. He understood that he was getting a second chance, and he obviously didnt want to mess it up.
Hey, I thought you should know you were right about Sabine.
He shook his head slowly. I dont want to talk about Sabine.
Im just saying, she didnt kill them.
I know. I still dont want to talk about her.
I smiled. Looks like we still have things in common.
I sure hope so. He reached out for my hand and curled his fingers around mine, and my pulse leaped just like it had the first time wed touched. How could it possibly feel just like that still?
I hesitated, tempted to drop the subject and continue exploring a potential reunion. But Nash deserved to know the truth, and frankly, I didnt like the pressure or responsibility that came with being the only one who knew Alecs secret. Wait, theres more, I insisted.
I like more His eyes flashed, and my heart beat harder.
Its Alec, I said, and Nash froze.
Whats Alec? He pulled his fingers from my light grip and scowled. You and Alec?
No! I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. Why does everyone keep saying that? Hes old, no matter how young he looks! And he had much more important things on his mind than dating. I took a deep breath. Alec killed them. The teachers. I frowned. Well, not him, exactly. It was actually Avari, but he was using Alecs body. Its kind of a long story.
Then you should probably talk fast. Nashs irises churned too fast for me to isolate individual emotions, but his lips were pressed thin, his hand clenched around the back of the couch.
Okay. It turns out that Alecs only half human. His other half is hypnos, and Avari somehow scraped together enough power to possess Alec and feed through him. Which only gives him more power. And evidently kills people.
Guess that wasnt such a long story, after all.
Nashs frown could have blotted out the sun. And hes sleeping on your couch?
Actually, now he was sleeping half the night in my bedroom, where I could watch him for signs of possession. But all I said was, Hes not really sleeping much at all, since we figured out what was going on.
