To Love a Shifter: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set (124 page)

And then there was Matthew.  He was exactly as Audrey had described—tall and stocky with handsome blond looks.  He had a nice smile and even nicer teeth, and I realized why so many people had chosen to believe his word over the rebellious-looking, albeit equally good-looking, Audrey.

One of these days, I had to figure out how to avenge Audrey on this jerk.

“Hey, Deli.  Do you want to try that out?”  She pointed to one of the attractions at the edge of the fairgrounds.

It was a two-story structure with the words House of Mirrors garishly painted on a sign above it.  I could hear people screaming and laughing from within.  “What is it?”

“You’ve never tried something like it?”

I shook my head.

“It’s a maze of mirrors.  All you have to do is find your way to the exit.”

I glanced back at the makeshift house.  “Is it safe?”

She laughed.  “Of course, it is.  Why shouldn’t it be?”

But what if a Zekan was in there, hiding, waiting to kill me?  I forced a smile.  “I don’t think—”

“Oh, come on,” she exclaimed, dragging me with her to the ticket booth.  “It’s going to be fun, I promise.  My treat, too.”

And that was how, minutes later, I found myself gripping her hand tightly as we stepped past the entrance and into a dimly lit passageway.  Inside, the so-called House of Mirrors was even scarier than I had imagined.  Larger, too.

There were two doors to choose from.  A couple of sophomores were with us and they took a chance with the red door on the left, half-succeeding in scaring each other as they made jokes about seeing ghosts.

“This is the best,” Audrey exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.  “The man outside told me they’d have
zombies
here to make things scarier.”

I managed a sick smile as I moved to follow the girls, now squealing, as they crept past the door.

Audrey caught my arm, frowning.  “Where are you going?”

“Inside?”

She laughed, shaking her head.  “Where’s your sense of adventure?  We’ll take the other door and see where it leads.”  She opened the blue door, gesturing me to follow her.  “Come on.”  I had a bad feeling about this, and when a loud gust of wind shut the door closed behind us, it took every ounce of my courage not to run away.

We found ourselves in a small cubicle, our reflections staring back at us from the front, left, and right.  It was even darker here, with just the tiniest glow of yellow light from the ceiling.

Of course, my Evren sight made me see things more clearly.  Audrey was wide-eyed in fear and her giggle was high-pitched and tinged with nervousness.

“Don’t you be scared, Audrey.  That’s my role.”  Evren or not, the House of Mirrors was a creepy place, and I had the strongest urge to go back.

Then again, why shouldn’t I?

“No,” Audrey protested when I moved to open the door behind us.  She looked more relaxed now and took my hand in a firmer grip.  “We can do this, Deli.”  She began touching the mirrors and the one to our right slid back, revealing yet another cubicle of mirrors.

“See?” she boasted and pulled me in.  The door closed behind us.  We looked at the mirror in front us, saw the zombie grinning at us from behind and screamed.

Oh, God, save me.

I ran through more cubicles of mirrors.  Audrey and I had parted ways in our confusion, and I had no idea how to find her, much less find a way out.

Should I turn Evren now?

If I turned into a dragon, I was pretty sure I’d stop feeling frightened.  No measly human in a zombie costume could ever scare me when I was twenty feet tall.

“Voice?”

I hurriedly relayed my dilemma and afterward, I asked anxiously,
“What should I do?”

“Let me tell Lucian.”

“He’s not coming here.  I already asked him—”

“This is different.  Just stay where you are.  Count backward from ten and he’ll be right beside you.”

“But—”

“Start now.  Ten.”

I bit my lip and looked around furtively.

Nine.

I could still hear the younger girls screaming but there was no sound of Audrey.  She was probably just as scared as I was but just too proud to shriek.

Eight.

I fidgeted, trying to look anywhere but my reflections, which was hard, since they were all around me.

Seven.

Oh, God, Lucian, hurry up or I’m going to panic, and then I’ll turn Evren and I won’t care if the whole United States of America sees me.

Six.

I froze when I felt the door of a nearby cubicle squeaking open.  Oh, drat.  What if it was another zombie?  I clenched my teeth, hugging myself tightly.

The door directly to my right opened slowly and I forgot counting by the second.

Five, four, three, two, one!

To heck with waiting.  I got ready to scream myself into Evren, but a hand suddenly clamped down on my mouth.  And then I was being whisked away, traveling through cubicles without pause.

Was I being kidnapped?

I sank my teeth on the hand still clamping my mouth shut.

“Deli, dammit.”

“
Lucian
?”

“Did you have to bite me?”

“I thought I was being kidnapped.”  Relief reduced me into a weak-kneed state of gibberish, and I threw my arms around him.  “Oh, Lucian.”  I burst into tears.

He held me awkwardly in his arms, still speedily and steadily making his way through cubicles.  In a moment, we were outside, and he set me down gently on my feet.  “Stop crying,” he muttered, looking around self-consciously.

But we were all alone.  The House of Mirrors had been erected at the edge of the grounds, and the closest people I could see were half a mile away, lining up to shoot balls and have the bikini-clad lady inside a portable tank dumped into the water.

He sighed.  “What am I going to do with you?  You’re stronger than everyone here and yet, a man in a zombie costume made you cry.”

“But he looked
scary.
”

He pressed his hands to his forehead.  “
Deli
.”

He always looked cute whenever he was struck speechless by my logic.  I stared at him and I just
knew.
 
I’ll never ever stop loving this guy.

Lucian’s hands dropped, and the way he was suddenly looking at me made me gulp and take a step back.  “Lucian?”

He kissed me.

He didn’t stop kissing me as he urged me backward, picking me up when I hit the corded borders of the fair.  He jumped over them with nimble ease and yet his lips never left mine.

When we got to my SUV, my hands shook so badly I had a hard time taking the key out of my pocket.

Our drive home was spent in silence, and I remembered to send Audrey a text message almost at the last minute, telling her Lucian had come to take me home.  As an afterthought, I also texted Wesley and asked him if he could please make sure that Audrey got home safely.

And then Lucian was switching the ignition off, his lips covered mine, and I lost myself in his kiss.

When I opened my eyes, Lucian was already kicking the door open to my bedroom.

I stared up at him, wide eyed.

He stared back at me, locking his gaze with mine even as he continued to move without hesitation.  Another light kick sent the door slamming closed and then he was laying me down on the bed.

He followed right after and pulled me close, embracing me with such fierceness I actually had a hard time breathing.

“Lucian?”

He kissed my forehead.  “Mmm?”

“What are we going to do?” I whispered.

He tugged a lock of my hair and chuckled.  “Definitely
not
what you think we’re about to do.”  He stroked my back.  “I just want to be with you.”

“Can I record that?”  I couldn’t believe he was saying those words back to me.  I had no idea what made Lucian act like this, like he couldn’t get enough of me, but I wasn’t going to complain.

He chuckled again.  “Never.”

Three minutes later, I whispered, “What
are
we going to do?”

“Just sleep and be with each other.  Don’t you like the idea?” he teased.

“I’d like it better if you’d also tell me you love—”  One mind-blowing kiss made me lose my train of thought.

“Just…enjoy the moment, will you, hmm?”

“But—”

“Sleep.”  Lucian yawned and he looked so cute I just had to sigh.

He stopped yawning and glared.

I blinked.  “What did I do?”

“Just…”  He sighed, pulled me even closer to him, and his hand drifted over my eyes, urging them to close.  “Just sleep, okay?” he grumbled.

So totally cute. 
I smiled at myself.

Lucian grunted next to me.

“Goodnight, Lucian.”

“Goodnight, Deli.”

~~~

When I woke up at dawn, Dyvian was angrily hauling Lucian out of my bed, and I began shrieking.

“What the heck are you doing?”

Dyvian barely glanced at me, unable to stop glaring at Lucian.  “What does
he
think he’s doing?”