Beck lowered my arm against the dagger so that the top blade slid between my skin and the bracelet. The knife sliced through the braided fiber like it wasnt even there.
The bracelet fell from my arm, and Beck caught it with out removing the dagger from my chest. He turned it over in his hand, studying it, eyes alight with interest. Wonderful craftsmanship, he said. Where did you get this?
I said nothing, furious tears standing in my eyes, mercifully blurring a face most of my classmates had swooned over.
He wadded up the ruined fiber and tossed it across the kitchen, where it hit the far wall and fell to the floor, too far away to continue jamming my psychic signature and hiding my species. Then he stared down at me from inches away, studying me critically through narrowed eyes.
Not a harpy he said, with a glance at my ears. But then, dissimulatus wouldnt have hidden the pointy ears, would it?
I didnt answer, and he didnt seem to care.
Not a mara he said, studying my eyes, no doubt noting my complete inability to read and inspire fear with them. Not alluring enough to be a siren, though that was my guess for Emma, and youre definitely not a succubus Which only leaves a couple of possibilities, considering your human appearance and your psychic signature. So, maybebean sidhe?
My eyes must have given it away, because he nodded decisively, eyes flashing in triumph. Does it matter?
Only to verify that you are not, in fact, human. Though I must admit, I am curiousIve never met a bean sidhe before. Beck stared down at me almost longingly. Its a shame that getting to know you properly would smudge that shiny purity. Bean sidhes are so rare, and youre not bad-looking
Evil and flattering. Wow, who wouldnt want to be murdered by such a charmer? I said, my mind racing along with my heart as he began to lightly trace the bottom of my rib cage with the lower blade.
Beck laughed, and his knife hand jiggled. I gasped as the point of the blade poked me through my shirt, almost firm enough to break my skin. I like your spirit. But letting you go would be an unconscionable waste of resources.
So youre just going to stab me in the kitchen? I demanded, mining my terror for remaining fiery threads of anger to keep panic at bay. Shouldnt you at least try to make it look like an accident? I mean, this whole stabbing thing sounds messy, and youll never get all that blood out of the tile grout.
Ill be done with your body before it even cools, and mine is the only blood I plan to dispose of. But he glanced around the kitchen, as if he were truly seeing it for the first time. However, now that you mention it, the kitchen does seem a bitcold. Why dont we takethis to your room? Youd like to die in your own bed, right? he said, and chill bumps burst to life on every inch of my body. Then your dad can find you, and itll look like a crime of passion. Maybe theyll even blame Nash. Didnt the two of you have a big, public fight the other day?
Oh, nooo. Beck was right. The whole world had seen me kiss someone else, then seen Nash stomp out. Em and Sabine would know he hadnt killed me, and our families would believe him, obviously. But if he couldnt stay off frost, the police would know he was messed up on something, and even if they couldnt pin down the actual substance, hed look unstable, at the least.
No. I felt my eyes go wide, but Beck only grinned in return, clearly enjoying my misery. Please, no, Mr. Beck. Nash didnt do anything to you. You cant let people blame this on him.
Oh, I think that wraps things up nicely, and itll throw the school into fear and chaos, which should keep the local hellion population happy. He grabbed my arm in his free hand and before I could blink, hed spun me around, the twin knife points now poking into my back, on either side of my spine. It never hurts to pay tribute to the local hellions, if you ever plan to revisit their haunts.
Youre paying tribute to Avari? Terror tightened my throat, and I could barely force the words out, but I had to keep talking. Keep trying to distract him long enough todo something drastic.
You know him? Beck pushed me forward, and I didnt dare resist, with death so close at my back. Where the hell was my dad? Or Tod?
I held my arms stiff at my side, wondering if I could grab a makeshift weapon before he could shove the knife through my spine I know hes going to be pissed if I die and he doesnt get my soul.
On the dusty mirror over the couch, Becks brows rose, and he glanced at me in sudden interest. Well, then, its a good thing Im planning to leave him a tribute, huh?
Crap. Had I just given him another reason to blame Nash?
No!
Shh. I dont think you want to wake Emma and your cousin. Beck pushed me across the living room and into the hall, where I took one last look at my best friend, still passed out on the couch, before he shoved me toward my room.
Sit. Beck nodded at my desk chair as he marched me through my own doorit hadnt been hard to find in a two-bedroom house.
Huh? But I sat, the knife now pressed into my side, only more confused when he leaned over me to open my laptop. I hadnt shut it down when I closed it, so it flared to life instantly, my email inbox greeting me with unnerving normalcy while I sat with a mystical two-bladed knife pressing into my ribs.
The bracelet fell from my arm, and Beck caught it with out removing the dagger from my chest. He turned it over in his hand, studying it, eyes alight with interest. Wonderful craftsmanship, he said. Where did you get this?
I said nothing, furious tears standing in my eyes, mercifully blurring a face most of my classmates had swooned over.
He wadded up the ruined fiber and tossed it across the kitchen, where it hit the far wall and fell to the floor, too far away to continue jamming my psychic signature and hiding my species. Then he stared down at me from inches away, studying me critically through narrowed eyes.
Not a harpy he said, with a glance at my ears. But then, dissimulatus wouldnt have hidden the pointy ears, would it?
I didnt answer, and he didnt seem to care.
Not a mara he said, studying my eyes, no doubt noting my complete inability to read and inspire fear with them. Not alluring enough to be a siren, though that was my guess for Emma, and youre definitely not a succubus Which only leaves a couple of possibilities, considering your human appearance and your psychic signature. So, maybebean sidhe?
My eyes must have given it away, because he nodded decisively, eyes flashing in triumph. Does it matter?
Only to verify that you are not, in fact, human. Though I must admit, I am curiousIve never met a bean sidhe before. Beck stared down at me almost longingly. Its a shame that getting to know you properly would smudge that shiny purity. Bean sidhes are so rare, and youre not bad-looking
Evil and flattering. Wow, who wouldnt want to be murdered by such a charmer? I said, my mind racing along with my heart as he began to lightly trace the bottom of my rib cage with the lower blade.
Beck laughed, and his knife hand jiggled. I gasped as the point of the blade poked me through my shirt, almost firm enough to break my skin. I like your spirit. But letting you go would be an unconscionable waste of resources.
So youre just going to stab me in the kitchen? I demanded, mining my terror for remaining fiery threads of anger to keep panic at bay. Shouldnt you at least try to make it look like an accident? I mean, this whole stabbing thing sounds messy, and youll never get all that blood out of the tile grout.
Ill be done with your body before it even cools, and mine is the only blood I plan to dispose of. But he glanced around the kitchen, as if he were truly seeing it for the first time. However, now that you mention it, the kitchen does seem a bitcold. Why dont we takethis to your room? Youd like to die in your own bed, right? he said, and chill bumps burst to life on every inch of my body. Then your dad can find you, and itll look like a crime of passion. Maybe theyll even blame Nash. Didnt the two of you have a big, public fight the other day?
Oh, nooo. Beck was right. The whole world had seen me kiss someone else, then seen Nash stomp out. Em and Sabine would know he hadnt killed me, and our families would believe him, obviously. But if he couldnt stay off frost, the police would know he was messed up on something, and even if they couldnt pin down the actual substance, hed look unstable, at the least.
No. I felt my eyes go wide, but Beck only grinned in return, clearly enjoying my misery. Please, no, Mr. Beck. Nash didnt do anything to you. You cant let people blame this on him.
Oh, I think that wraps things up nicely, and itll throw the school into fear and chaos, which should keep the local hellion population happy. He grabbed my arm in his free hand and before I could blink, hed spun me around, the twin knife points now poking into my back, on either side of my spine. It never hurts to pay tribute to the local hellions, if you ever plan to revisit their haunts.
Youre paying tribute to Avari? Terror tightened my throat, and I could barely force the words out, but I had to keep talking. Keep trying to distract him long enough todo something drastic.
You know him? Beck pushed me forward, and I didnt dare resist, with death so close at my back. Where the hell was my dad? Or Tod?
I held my arms stiff at my side, wondering if I could grab a makeshift weapon before he could shove the knife through my spine I know hes going to be pissed if I die and he doesnt get my soul.
On the dusty mirror over the couch, Becks brows rose, and he glanced at me in sudden interest. Well, then, its a good thing Im planning to leave him a tribute, huh?
Crap. Had I just given him another reason to blame Nash?
No!
Shh. I dont think you want to wake Emma and your cousin. Beck pushed me across the living room and into the hall, where I took one last look at my best friend, still passed out on the couch, before he shoved me toward my room.
Sit. Beck nodded at my desk chair as he marched me through my own doorit hadnt been hard to find in a two-bedroom house.
Huh? But I sat, the knife now pressed into my side, only more confused when he leaned over me to open my laptop. I hadnt shut it down when I closed it, so it flared to life instantly, my email inbox greeting me with unnerving normalcy while I sat with a mystical two-bladed knife pressing into my ribs.
