TheFallenStarBookSeries1 (41 page)

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Alex spoke.

“Can you please explain to me why you thought it was okay to talk to a complete stranger like that?” he asked, his voice sharp with anger.

“Excuse me,” I said incredulously. “It wasn’t my fault. I was just standing there, minding my own business, when he came up and started talking to me.”

“It was your fault.” He paused as he turned the Jeep around a sharp, slippery corner. “You should have just walked away.”

I forced my anger down the best I could. “I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t stop talking.”

“I don’t care if he wouldn’t stop talking. You should have walked off. Do you not understand how dangerous that could’ve ended up being if that guy wasn’t just some guy? ”

“Yeah, I understand that,” I grinded through my teeth. “But like I said, I tried to walk off, but he—”

He cut me off. “There are no buts. You should have left.”

He was being so irrational and difficult that, I swear, I could have slapped him. I clenched my hands into fist, telling myself to stay calm.

“And I thought I told you to put on some sunglasses.” He was practically yelling at me now.

“What the heck is your problem?” I snapped angrily.

“What the heck is your problem?” He bit back.

I glared at him. It was one thing for him to lecture me over something that was my fault. It was another thing for him to sit here and chew me out over a situation I’d had no control over. “Well, if you wouldn’t have been so busy flirting it up with that stupid cashier girl, then maybe you would have notice a little bit earlier what was going on.” Yeah, I regretted that one right after I said it. I sounded like a jealous girlfriend. But there was nothing I could do about it now, was there?

He gave me a funny look. “I wasn’t flirting with her. I was being polite. When a person talks to you, it’s rude not to talk back.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter to me whether you were flirting with her or not.” I folded my arms and turned my head toward the window. “I was just pointing out that if you’d been paying more attention, then you would have noticed a lot sooner that the guy had cornered me.”

“So it doesn’t matter to you at all whether I was flirting with that girl or not?”

“Nope.” I said, which was a huge lie since his flirting with her was what had caused me to wander off in the first place. But he didn’t need to know that. “You can flirt with whomever you want.”

“Yeah…I’m buying it. You don’t sound very convincing. In fact, you can’t even look at me when you say it.”

I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. Then pulled myself together and look over at him. “I don’t care whether you were flirting with her or not.”

He locked eyes with me. “You don’t?”

“I don’t,” I said, unable to break my gaze away from his.

He raised his eyebrows. “Whatever you say.”

“I don’t.” My voice sounded strangely high. “I really don’t.”

He suppressed a smile as he pulled the Jeep into the driveway. His cocky attitude was really starting to get under my skin. He was so sure of himself; so convinced I had some big crush on him. Which I didn’t. I swear.

Oh, whatever.

As soon as he parked the Jeep inside the garage, I jumped out, preparing to storm inside but ended up slipping on a patch of ice. I had to grab onto the door handle to catch myself from falling on my butt. Regaining my balance, I slowly made my way into the house, not bothering to help Alex carrying in the groceries. I was too irked to care.

The moment I stepped into the living room, I knew something was off. The air felt heavy, putting my senses on high alert. I glanced around the room. Everything looked fine. The sliding back door was closed. The lights were off. I shook my head. Strange. This whole Death-Walker-trying-to-kill-me thing was making me paranoid.

I flipped the light on and started for the room where my bag of clothes was. I figured I’d go back there and take a nap. Some sleep might help me relax.

As I passed the kitchen, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up.

“Hello Gemma,” said a soft and melodious voice.

I didn’t have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. Nicholas—the creepy guy from the grocery store.

Before I could even attempt to run away, an arm caught me by the waist and jerked me backward. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand came down over it, silencing me.

“Shhh.” Nicholas purred in my ear. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Yeah, he couldn’t have sounded less convincing if he’d tried.

So maybe Alex was right. I shouldn’t have been talking to anyone in the grocery store. I still stood by what I said, though—it wasn’t my fault. He’d come up and talked to me. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Nicholas had me trapped and was holding me against him like a hostage.

I didn’t think he had a weapon on him or anything. Well, aside from his strength, which felt inhumanly strong.  And the speed he’d been able to get up to the cabin at seemed way too quick for any human to pull off. Even if he’d driven, I still don’t think he’d have been able to beat Alex and me up here. And besides, I hadn’t noticed a car parked anywhere, so I was guessing that he might have another way of traveling, like say, hmm...transporting. That was just me going out on a limb, though. I couldn’t be sure since I had only the vaguest clue about other means of transportation besides by vehicle.

Nicholas’s skin felt warm against mine, but not in the same sense as Alex’s felt—all buzzing with electricity. Nicholas’s was more a damp, earthly kind of warm. He also had this strange smell to him, like lilacs mixed with forest and the freshly fallen rain. The smell was intoxicating, and I had to wonder if he’d recently stepped out of a rainforest.

Breathing heavily against the palm of Nicholas’s hand, I heard the treading of Alex’s footsteps heading up the cement steps of the garage. There was a soft thump, and he stepped into the living room, his hands full of grocery bags. He took one look at us and the blood drained from his face. The bags slid to the floor, and a tub of mayo rolled out of one of them. For a second, we all just stared at it.

Alex folded his arms across his chest. “Okay, so who are you?”

Nicolas moved his hand away from my mouth and pressed me so tightly to his chest that I could feel his heart beating through my back, slow and rhythmically like the beat of a drum. He didn’t answer Alex, and I found the quietness very unsettling.

Alex stared Nicholas down, and I felt Nicholas let out a soft laugh, his grip on me loosening a little. Seizing the opportunity, I jabbed my elbow into his stomach. His muscles tensed, but he didn’t let go of me.

“I’m hurt that you don’t remember me, Alex.” Nicholas’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Whoa. Hold up. Alex knew him?

Alex processed what Nicholas had said, recognition slowly showing in his expression. “Nicholas Harper.”

“Aw, so you do remember me,” Nicholas said with a hint of amusement. “I’m so touched.”

Alex shook his head, looking irritated. “What do you want?”

“Hmm…What do I want,” Nicholas mused, stroking his fingers through my hair. “She sure turned out to be a pretty little thing, didn’t she?”

Okay. That was it. I’d had enough. If Alex wasn’t going to do anything to get this guy off of me, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. I gradually lifted up my leg and then kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, while at the same time slamming the back of my head into his face.

“Son of a—” he cursed and let go of me.

Alex looked stunned as I sprinted over to him. He jumped in front of me, acting as a barrier between Nicholas and me.

“Jesus that hurt.” Nicholas groaned, rubbing his nose. He took a deep breath and shook his shoulders out like he was shaking my attack off. His lips curved into a grin. “Wow, she’s quite the wild thing, isn’t she?”

Alex glanced over his shoulder at me, a trace of a smile teasing at his lips. “Perhaps.” He quickly shook his head, and his face fell into a dead serious expression as he turned back to Nicholas. “Did you come here because you want something? Or was it just so you could be annoying?”

Nicholas rolled his eyes. “It’s amazing how over the course of ten years you haven’t changed a bit.”

Alex sighed, losing patience. “Just tell me what you want.”

Nicholas held up his hands. “Fine. My word. You have no sense of humor.”

“When it comes to you, I don’t,” Alex said flatly.

That wiped the smile right of off Nicholas’s face.  “What I’ve come for is her,” he pointed at me, “on behalf of the Foreseers.”

“What!” I cried out.

“Don’t say a word,” Alex hissed at me.

Don’t say a word. Was he kidding? How on earth was I supposed to not say anything when a thousand questions were bursting inside me? Still, I bit down on my tongue and kept quiet.

“And why do the Foreseers want her?” Alex asked calmly.

Nicholas crossed his arms, the sleeve of his shirt slipping up, displaying the circle with an S on his wrist. “So she can be trained to be a Foreseer.”

My jaw dropped. “Trained to be a Foreseer.”

Alex took my hand and gave it a squeeze, a warning to be quiet. “And why does she need to be trained to be a Foreseer?”

Nicholas stared bewilderedly at him. “Um, because she is one.”

“No, she’s not,” Alex said.

Nicholas shook his head, looking frustrated. “Did she or did she not use a crystal ball to see a vision?”

Well…Crap. How did he know about that?

Alex hesitated. “Listen, there’s been a misunderstanding. Gemma she’s…well, she’s different.”

I shook my head. Different. There was that word again.

“Look, I don’t care what she is. The law says if a person can see a vision, then they belong to the Foreseers. She saw a vision, therefore she belongs to
us
.” He put a little too much emphasis on the word “
us
,” if you asked me. “But you’re a Keeper so you should already know that.”

“I know what the law says,” Alex snapped. “But like I said, she’s—”

“Different,” Nicholas finished, making air quotes. “Doesn’t matter. She has to go back with me. She can try and plead her case when she gets there if she wants to.”  His gaze bore into me, making my skin crawl. “But personally, I’d prefer if she didn’t.”

I shrank back behind Alex. The room grew so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Or even a grandfather clock ticking, since I could.

Finally, Alex threw his hands in the air. “Fine, she’ll go.”

“What!” I exclaimed in outrage. “Are you kidding? You can’t let him take me.”

“She’s definitely a wild thing,” Nicholas commented with a smirk.

Alex shot me a look, cautioning me to keep my mouth shut.

“You can’t let him take me,” I hissed.

Be quiet, he mouthed and turned back to Nicholas. “But just so you know, I’m going with her.”

“You can’t,” Nicholas said. “It’s not allowed.”