Saint

I finally turn my eyes to him, and my breath catches because, to my shock, sincerity shines behind his dark stare. Clearing my throat, I say, “It’s … okay. Luckily, Saint showed up when he did and scared them off.”

He stares at me intently for several moments more, and it’s a little u

“We should reschedule,” he grumbles. “Tonight work for you?”

I want to sigh in relief that he’s letting the subject of last night drop.

“It’s Friday,” I point out, which earns me a “so what?”

Dear baby Jesus, the boy is moody. “Fine, tonight it is. Library again?” The thought fills me with dread, but I force a neutral expression to hide my distress.

Thankfully, Liam shakes his head. “My family’s got a beach house not too far from campus. I’d rather go there, where no one will bother us.”

I’m intrigued by the idea, and honestly, would rather work anywhere else than the library right now. Even the den of one of the gods is preferable to that place because, for the first time in months, I hadn’t dreamt about blood and fire.

I’d dreamt about books. Books and suffocation.

“All right, that sounds good.” I nod and smile.

He goes back to ignoring me as the class begins, and I go back to pretending I hate him.

Later, in gym class, the strangest thing of all happens when Saint walks into class with a bandaged hand and a deep scowl that he directs at me.

When I ask him what happened, he only sneers at me.

Go figure.