difficult. She curled up on her side but felt restless. Why did Josh let them attack me? Did Lucy know about Matthews being a vampire?
“You need to rest.”Matthews returned and sat next to her. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
“Can you stay in here?” Devon rubbed at her eyes, exhausted from her ordeal. “Please?”
“I’m still your teacher, so I really shouldn’t.” Matthews swallowed hard as she found his hand and tugged him towards the bed. “You’re not listening to a word I say.”
“I bet it’s from the knock to my head,” she smiled as he climbed over her and looped his arms around her body protectively.
“What’s my excuse then?” Matthews sighed as she snuggled closer.
“I don’t know. I’m sleeping.” Devon relaxed for the first time in a long time. “Good-night.” Despite the night’s events, she fell asleep quickly, without hearing his reply.
* * *
Devon watched Matthews pace back and forth through the kitchen. He stalked like a tiger stuck inside a cage. What is he thinking?
“Do you remember what they looked like?” He had asked the same question a dozen times.
“Three big jocks, but I’m sure that describes half of the male population on campus.” It was ten in the morning and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She sighed as he stopped and pressed another glass of juice into her hand. She’d already had orange, apple, and cranberry.
“Tell me the name of the bar.” He returned to pace in front of the breakfast nook.
“I was at the…” Devon paused as he raised his head. What will he do if I tell him where I was? Will he search for those boys? She decided to take several small sips of the sour grapefruit juice, no doubt healthy in some way, and finished, “…I’m afraid to tell you.”
“I could take the image out of your head and this conversation would be over.”
“The Barking Log. You know, the one off Main Street? Josh Brinkham, his older brother Nick, and some other guy they always hang out with. Daniel, I think.” Devon blinked as he stopped mid-step. The look on his face could have melted wax off an unlit candle.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I don’t want you to go after them,” Devon snapped, then felt all of her energy drain. His blood had healed all of the major damage but it would take a few days to be back to normal, or so he said.
“Why were you dropped off in front of my house?” Matthews took the glass from her and washed it.
“Can we discuss what happened first?” She rested her head on top of her hands and watched him.
“The part before I saved your life or after?” He returned to her side and waited.
“How come you didn’t tell me about being a vampire?” Devon scrunched her nose up at him. It took all of her composure not to scream at him. Why did he keep this from me?
“In my office you made a comment about dark alleys and personal ads, so I didn’t jump at the chance to tell you. Now, answer my question.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you or something?”
“This conversation has nothing to do with the events of last night, so drop it.” Matthews motioned for her to get up.
“Can you read my mind?” Devon asked as she looped her arm around his neck so she could stand. His touch sent shivers down her body. How can one touch turn me into mush?
“Focus on what we were discussing. You were hand-delivered to my house—why?”
“Answer my question first,” Devon pried. She wanted to know why he hadn’t trusted her with the information or why he hadn’t at least hinted at it in some way.
“Yes, I can. But it will make you very uncomfortable.” Matthews settled her into the couch, then knelt down by the top of her head. He grabbed her chin, then locked his eyes on hers. “What did you do to make those wolves stop?”
“They stopped when I called out for you.”
“Why did you do that?”
You actually care about what happens to me. Devon felt tears flood her
“You need to rest.”Matthews returned and sat next to her. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
“Can you stay in here?” Devon rubbed at her eyes, exhausted from her ordeal. “Please?”
“I’m still your teacher, so I really shouldn’t.” Matthews swallowed hard as she found his hand and tugged him towards the bed. “You’re not listening to a word I say.”
“I bet it’s from the knock to my head,” she smiled as he climbed over her and looped his arms around her body protectively.
“What’s my excuse then?” Matthews sighed as she snuggled closer.
“I don’t know. I’m sleeping.” Devon relaxed for the first time in a long time. “Good-night.” Despite the night’s events, she fell asleep quickly, without hearing his reply.
* * *
Devon watched Matthews pace back and forth through the kitchen. He stalked like a tiger stuck inside a cage. What is he thinking?
“Do you remember what they looked like?” He had asked the same question a dozen times.
“Three big jocks, but I’m sure that describes half of the male population on campus.” It was ten in the morning and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She sighed as he stopped and pressed another glass of juice into her hand. She’d already had orange, apple, and cranberry.
“Tell me the name of the bar.” He returned to pace in front of the breakfast nook.
“I was at the…” Devon paused as he raised his head. What will he do if I tell him where I was? Will he search for those boys? She decided to take several small sips of the sour grapefruit juice, no doubt healthy in some way, and finished, “…I’m afraid to tell you.”
“I could take the image out of your head and this conversation would be over.”
“The Barking Log. You know, the one off Main Street? Josh Brinkham, his older brother Nick, and some other guy they always hang out with. Daniel, I think.” Devon blinked as he stopped mid-step. The look on his face could have melted wax off an unlit candle.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I don’t want you to go after them,” Devon snapped, then felt all of her energy drain. His blood had healed all of the major damage but it would take a few days to be back to normal, or so he said.
“Why were you dropped off in front of my house?” Matthews took the glass from her and washed it.
“Can we discuss what happened first?” She rested her head on top of her hands and watched him.
“The part before I saved your life or after?” He returned to her side and waited.
“How come you didn’t tell me about being a vampire?” Devon scrunched her nose up at him. It took all of her composure not to scream at him. Why did he keep this from me?
“In my office you made a comment about dark alleys and personal ads, so I didn’t jump at the chance to tell you. Now, answer my question.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you or something?”
“This conversation has nothing to do with the events of last night, so drop it.” Matthews motioned for her to get up.
“Can you read my mind?” Devon asked as she looped her arm around his neck so she could stand. His touch sent shivers down her body. How can one touch turn me into mush?
“Focus on what we were discussing. You were hand-delivered to my house—why?”
“Answer my question first,” Devon pried. She wanted to know why he hadn’t trusted her with the information or why he hadn’t at least hinted at it in some way.
“Yes, I can. But it will make you very uncomfortable.” Matthews settled her into the couch, then knelt down by the top of her head. He grabbed her chin, then locked his eyes on hers. “What did you do to make those wolves stop?”
“They stopped when I called out for you.”
“Why did you do that?”
You actually care about what happens to me. Devon felt tears flood her
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