Filed to story: Kissed by Claw and Fang
“Because I’m not going anywhere.” Zane’s low, amused voice cuts through my cousin’s umbrage, has her eyes going wide and her skin draining of color. “And neither is Ivy.”
How Many
Hot Guys Does it
Take to Win a
Snowball Fight?
Macy squeaks-she actually squeaks-but Zane just raises his brows at me. The look on his face is a little amused and a lot wicked and my heart starts beating like a metronome on high.
At least until Macy hisses, “Seriously? You couldn’t tell me he was there?”
“I didn’t-“
“She didn’t know.” He looks me over from top to bottom, and for a second, just a second, a smile touches the depths of those obsidian eyes of his. “Braving the snow twice in one day? I’ve got to admit I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be too impressed. I still have to make it through the snowball fight in one piece.”
The smile drops-from his face and his eyes-as quickly as it came. “You’re playing Sebastian’s game?”
It sounds more like an accusation than a question, though I don’t know why. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“For a snowball fight?” He shakes his head, makes a dismissive sound deep in his throat. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, well…” That got awkward fast. “Um. We should probably…”
“Get going,” Macy finishes.
Zane ignores her as he braces a hand on the wall behind me. Then he leans in and, in a voice so low I have to strain to hear him, murmurs, “You’re determined not to listen to me, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper back, but I can’t look him in the face as I say it. Not when I’m lying-I know exactly what he’s talking about-and not when his breath is so warm and soft against my ear that I can feel it everywhere, even deep inside.
“It really is for your own good,” he tells me, still standing way too close. Heat slams through me-at his words and his proximity and the orange and dark-water scent of him currently wrapping itself around me.
“What-” My voice breaks, my throat so tight and dry, I can barely force the words through it when I try again. “What is?”
“You shouldn’t go to that snowball fight with Sebastian.” He pulls back, his gaze catching and holding mine. “And you sure as hell shouldn’t be wandering around the school grounds on your own. You’re not safe here.”
It’s not the first time he’s implied that Katmere is dangerous for me. And I get it. I do. Alaska is no picnic for the uninitiated. But I’m with Macy, on school grounds. No way is she going to let anything happen to me.
“I’ll be fine.” It’s easier to breathe now that Zane’s mouth isn’t a scant inch from my ear, but finding words is still harder than it should be under his watchful gaze. “I’m not planning on wandering off tonight. I’ll be with the group the whole time.”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t sound impressed. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
“What do you mean?” I clarify. “I thought you’d be relieved I’m not planning on tackling any wild animals with my bare hands.”
“It’s not the wild animals I’m concerned about.”
Before I can ask him what that means, Macy interjects again. “We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”
“Well, whatever you’re concerned about, you shouldn’t be,” I tell him, refusing to be pulled away before I’m ready. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. But if you want, you can join us.”
“Join you.” His tone implies I just suggested that we fly to Mars under our own power.
But I refuse to be dissuaded. Not when Zane is standing so close to me instead of pulling his usual disappearing act. “It’ll be fun. And I’m sure Sebastian won’t mind.”
“You’re sure he won’t mind.” He repeats my words, and again it isn’t a question. He’s back to seeming amused, though-at least if you don’t look too closely at his eyes. They’re flat now, completely empty in a way I haven’t seen since he looked through me at the party. “Because I’ve got to tell you, I’m pretty sure he will.”
“Why would he? He invited a ton of people.” I turn to look at Macy, who has gone absolutely sheet white.
I roll my eyes at her, annoyed she seems so freaked out at the idea of hanging with Zane, but before I can say anything, Sebastian walks up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Hey, Ivy. Looks like you’re ready to get your snowball on.”
“I am, actually.” I turn and end up grinning at him because it’s impossible not to. He’s just that fun and that charming. Not to mention the fact that he’s wearing a snow hat in the shape of a fire-breathing dragon that looks absolutely ridiculous. “In fact, I was trying to talk Zane into joining us.”
“Oh really?” Sebastian’s eyes go a kind of burning amber as he looks from me to Zane. “What do you say, Vale? Wanna fight?”
Sebastian’s smiling, but even I can tell it’s not a friendly invitation…and that’s before three other guys in all black join us, arranging themselves in a semicircle right behind Zane. For the first time, the phrase “got your back” makes sense to me, because it’s very obvious that’s why these guys are here. To have Zane’s back. I just don’t know from what.
These must be members of the infamous Order Macy was telling me about. And I can see why they got the nickname-there’s a closeness among the four of these guys that even I can’t miss. A bond that seems to be about a lot more than simple friendship.
Sebastian feels it, too. I can tell by the way he stiffens and the way he shifts his weight forward onto his toes, like he’s just waiting for Zane to throw the first punch. More, like he’s hoping for it.
Which…no. Just no. I don’t care if there’s suddenly enough testosterone in our little alcove to start the next world war; it’s not going to happen. At least not while Macy and I are standing directly in the middle.
“Come on.” I grab my cousin’s arm. “Let’s go figure out a way to win this snowball fight.”
That gets both Zane’s and Sebastian’s attention. “Those are big words coming from someone who never saw snow before she got here three days ago,” Sebastian teases, and while the tension isn’t gone, it’s way lower than it was a few seconds ago-exactly as I intended.
“Yeah, well, you know me. All about the bravado.” I keep a firm grip on Macy’s arm as I start to maneuver around Zane and his friends.
“Is that what you call it?” Zane murmurs in my ear as I slide past him. Once more, his warm breath is against the side of my neck, and a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold works its way down my spine.