Filed to story: Kissed by Claw and Fang
Even Sebastian, who has never reacted to Zane in the past, turns a little sickly looking. And that’s before Zane, in the coldest, most reasonable voice imaginable, asks him, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
It’s the tone even more than the look that has me moving, a frisson of fear working its way down my spine as I position myself between him and Sebastian before an all-out brawl can take place. I may not understand all the nuances of what’s happening here, but it’s obvious that Zane is livid-and more than ready to take it out on Sebastian. Which makes no sense, considering, “I fell, Zane. Sebastian saved me.”
For the first time, he turns those cold eyes on me. “Did he?”
“Yes! The wind kicked up, and I lost my balance. I fell out of the tree, and Sebastian jumped after me.” I shoot Sebastian a stare, telling him to back me up, but he’s not looking at me.
He’s not looking at Zane, either. Instead, he’s gazing off into the distance, jaw and fists clenched.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Are you hurt after all?”
A fine tremor runs through the earth, a tiny little earthquake that rattles the tree branches a bit but doesn’t do anything else. I’ve heard Alaska has them, so it doesn’t surprise me when no one reacts. Even I don’t get too excited. In San Diego, we’d have one or two of these tiny ones every couple of months. Sebastian doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy shrugging off my hand. “I’m fine, Ivy.”
“Then what’s wrong?” I look back and forth between him and Zane. “I don’t understand what’s happening here.”
Neither of them answers me, so I look to Macy for an explanation beyond my working hypothesis that Alaska brings out the worst in people. But she looks as confused as I do-and about a hundred times more terrified.
As for everybody else…they’re riveted by the drama, eyes glued to Zane as he continues to watch Sebastian who continues to very obviously not watch him back. It’s not the first time I’ve thought of Zane as a hunter, but it is the first time I’ve thought of Sebastian as prey. Other members of his group must agree, because in seconds they’re moving, guys and girls alike, to flank him on either side.
Their obvious support of Sebastian only ups the tension between him and Zane, whose face has grown even more coldly amused.
I’m trying desperately to figure out how to break things up without bloodshed when Macy suddenly snaps out of whatever stupor she’s been in and says, “We should go back to the room, Ivy. Make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” I assure her. Like I’m going to leave Zane out here when he looks like he wants to rip Sebastian’s throat out just for breathing. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Actually, that’s the best idea I’ve heard all afternoon.” Zane takes a step closer until he’s right behind me. He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t even brush against me, but he’s close enough that that doesn’t matter. I can feel him. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”
The crowd recoils at this. Like, I actually see people drawing back, eyes wide, mouths open, faces slack with shock. I can’t figure out what the big deal is unless it’s that Zane is breaking up the showdown between the two most popular guys in school before it even begins. Not that it’s even a real showdown, considering the way Sebastian’s taken himself out of the whole thing by refusing to so much as acknowledge Zane’s existence.
It’s that uncharacteristic behavior more than anything else that has me stepping away from Zane and saying, “I need to stay with Sebastian. Make sure he’s really-“
“I’m fine, Ivy,” Sebastian grates out from between clenched teeth. “Just go.”
“Are you sure?” I reach out a hand to touch his shoulder again, but suddenly Zane’s there between us, preventing my hand from landing. Then he’s stepping forward, moving me slowly, inexorably away from Sebastian and back toward school.
It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. Definitely the strangest thing I’ve ever been a part of.
And still, I let it happen. Because this is Zane, and I can’t seem to help myself.
“Come on, Macy,” I say quietly to my cousin and reach for her hand. “Let’s go.”
She nods, and then we’re walking back toward the castle-Macy, Zane, and me. I half expect the other members of the Order to join us, but a quick glance behind me shows that they aren’t moving.
No one is.
And can I just say, I’m beginning to feel an awful lot like Alice in Wonderland here-things keep getting “curiouser and curiouser.” Maybe that last plane ride with Philip was really a trip down a really big rabbit hole.
We walk in silence for a minute or two, and with each step, I’m beginning to realize that maybe I didn’t escape from the fall unscathed after all. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, my right ankle is hurting. A lot.
To keep my mind off the pain-and to keep Zane and Macy from noticing that I’m limping-I ask, “What are you doing out here anyway? I thought you weren’t going to join the snowball fight.”
“Good thing I was out here, considering the mess Sebastian got you into.” Zane doesn’t so much as glance my way.
“It really is no big deal,” I tell him, despite the fact that my ankle is working its way up from painful to excruciating pretty quickly now. “Sebastian had me. He-“
“Sebastian very definitely did not have you,” he snaps, his voice as hard and brittle as the ice all around us as he turns to face me for the first time. “In fact-” He stops, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong?”
“Besides not being able to figure out why you’re so mad?”
He shrugs off the question as he looks me over from head to toe. “What’s hurting you?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re hurt, Ivy?” Macy joins the conversation for the first time. The chicken.
“It’s nothing.” We’ve got a head start, but if we stop, the others are sure to catch up with us, and the last thing I need right now is to make an even bigger spectacle of myself. So much for fitting in…or even blending in. After tonight, I might as well be painted biohazard orange. Something I find particularly ironic, since Zane is the one who told me to keep my head down.
But seriously. It’s just like San Diego all over again. There, I was the girl whose parents died. Here, I’m the girl who fell out of a tree and nearly caused World War III between the two hottest guys in school.
FML.
Determined to make it back to school and my room before the others head this way, I start walking again. Or, should I say, I try to start walking again, because I don’t get very far before Zane is blocking my path.
“What hurts?” he asks again, and the look on his face tells me he’s not going to let it go.
And since arguing with him wastes precious seconds, I finally give in. “My ankle. I must have twisted it when we hit the ground.”
Zane’s kneeling at my feet before I finish, gently probing at my foot and ankle through my boot. “I can’t take this off out here or you’ll get frostbite. But does it hurt when I do this?”
My gasp is the only answer he needs.
“Should I run ahead and get the snowmobile?” Macy asks. “I can be back before too long.”