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Snow covered the ground, making it slick under my boots. Dee skipped beside me and then took off, throwing herself into Adam’s arms. Giggling, she kissed the top of his blond head and then wiggled free.
I hung back, my hands shoved into my hoodie. “Hey, Adam.”
He looked surprised to see me. “Hey, you’re actually coming with us?”
I nodded.
“Awesome.” He glanced at Dee. “What about…?”
Dee dashed around the front of Adam’s SUV, shooting her boyfriend a look.
I slid into the backseat. “Did you invite…someone else?”
Buckling herself in, she twisted around to face me. “Ah, yeah, but it’s cool. You’ll see.”
Adam turned around in the driveway, and I felt the warmth tingling along my neck. Unable to stop myself, I twisted in the seat, eager to see him.
Daemon stood on the porch, dressed in only jeans, even though it was too cold for that. A towel was flung over his shoulder. Impossible, but I’d swear our gazes sought the other’s out. I watched until the house disappeared from view, positive that he’d waited until he could no longer see the car.
…
Color me a
I would’ve broken my neck.
Lucky me, I ended up sitting between Ash and Dee. I sunk in my seat, ignoring Ash as we waited for the lights to go down and the movie to start.
“Whose idea was it to pick a zombie flick?” Ash demanded, cradling a bucket of popcorn bigger than her head. “Was it Katy? They kind of share the same appearance.”
“Ha ha,” I muttered, eyeing her popcorn. Bet there wasn’t much between her ears for a zombie to survive on.
On my other side, Dee and Adam had cleaned out the candy counter. She dipped a chocolate bar in her cheese sauce, and I gagged behind my hand. “That is so gross.”
“Don’t knock it,” she said, taking a huge bit. “It’s the best of both worlds. Chocolate and cheese, which is why the letter Cis my favorite in the alphabet.”
“You know,” Ash said, wrinkling her nose, “I’m actually going to have to agree with living dead girl here. That is disgusting.”
I frowned. “Do I look that bad or something?”
Ash said, “Yes,” at the same time Dee said, “No.” I folded my arms and kicked my feet onto the empty seat in front of me. “Whatever,” I muttered.
“So,” Adam said, drawing the word out, “things going well between you and Blake?”
Sinking down farther in my seat, I bit back a string of curses. “Yeah, things are dandy.”
Ash snorted.
“Well, you’ve been spending a lot of time with him.” Dee watched me as she dipped another bar of chocolate. “Things must be going great.”
“Look, I’m just going to be honest here.” Ash flicked a buttery kernel in her mouth. “You had Daemon— Daemon. And I know how good that is. Trust me.”
A surge of jealousy rose so quickly, I wanted to slam the popcorn down her throat. “I’m sure he is.”
She snickered. “Anyway, I have no idea why you’d give him up for Blake. He’s cute and all, but he can’t be as good as—”
“Ew!” Dee’s face scrunched up. “Can we not talk about how good he is at anything that will force me into therapy later? Thank you.”
Ash chuckled as she shook her bucket of popcorn. “I’m just saying—”
“I don’t care what you’re saying.” I grabbed a handful of her popcorn partly to see her eyes narrow. “I don’t want to talk about Daemon. And Blake and I aren’t dating.”
“Friends with benefits?” Adam asked.
I groaned. How did today end up being all about my non-existent sex life? “There are no benefits at all.”
They stopped questioning me about Daemon and Blake after that. Halfway through the movie, the three aliens got up and came back with more food. I did try the chocolate dipped in cheese, and it was as gross as expected. And even though I was stuck next to Ash, I was having fun. The time I spent watching zombie after zombie eat various parts of humans, I forgot about everything that was going on. Things felt normal. I was smiling, joking with Dee as we left the movie theater. The sun had already set, and the parking lot was awash in the soft glow of streetlamps and Christmas lights.
We hung back from Ash and Adam, arm and arm. “I’m glad you came,” she said in a hushed voice. “I had fun.”
“I did, too. I’m…I’m sorry I haven’t been around a lot.”
The breeze played with her curls, tossing them across her face. “Is everything…okay with you? I mean, I know a lot has happened since you moved here. And I’m so afraid that you’ve decided you don’t want to be friends with me anymore because of what I am and everything that entails.”
“No. No way.” I rushed to reassure her. “I wouldn’t care if you were a were-llama. You’re still my best friend, Dee.”
“It hasn’t felt like that in so long.” She smiled weakly. “What’s a were-llama, by the way?”
I laughed. “It’s like a llama and a human, like a werewolf.”
Her nose wrinkled. “That is bizarre.”
“Yeah, it is.”
We’d stopped at Adam’s car. Ash was fiddling with her keys as she inspected her nails. Snow was already begi
Chapter 27
I loved Christmas when Dad was alive. Both of us were those people who digressed several years on Christmas morning. I’d scamper down the stairs at the crack of dawn to sit alone in front of the Christmas tree, spending the early hours of Christmas morning waiting for my parents to wake. A ritual only broken when Dad died.
The last three years, I’d made ci
This year was different.
When I woke up, the scent of ci
I froze, my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides.
“Merry Christmas,” he said, patting me on the back.
I mumbled the same back to him, aware of my mom beaming from the couch. We opened gifts, like we used to with Dad. Maybe that’s what put me in a weird mood that lingered all morning, dogging every step I took, determined to ruin the holiday.
Mom had gone upstairs to shower after putting Will and me to work on di
“Any more overnight visits?” he asked with a sly, conspiratorial smile.
I beat the mashed potatoes harder, wondering if he were trying to be the good guy in the picture so I wouldn’t give Mom crap about him. “No.”
“Not like you’d tell me, right?” He dropped the oven mitts on the counter, facing me.
Honestly, I hadn’t seen Daemon since Saturday morning. Two days had gone by without a word from him.
“That boy does seem like a nice kid,” Will went on, pulling out one of the knives Blake had thrown at my head. “He’s a little intense, though.” He paused, brows drawing in a slant as he held the knife up. “Well, so was his brother.”
I almost dropped the spatula. “You’re talking about Dawson?”
Will nodded. “He was the more outgoing of the two, but just as intense. Acted like the whole world could end any minute and each second had to be lived to the fullest. I never got that impression from Daemon. He’s a bit more reserved, eh?”