Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,46
earth and following a human around. Which means lots of new places and lots of new ghosts. I’m bound to freak out, and then everyone finds out anyway.
“Brilliant, I will go and get what I need and return,” Master Gabriel states and leaves the room, brushing by Ren who glares at him.
“Nothing good will come from this,” Ren warns, floating right up to me.
“Where the hell have you been?” I whisper shout, and more than ever, I wish I could hit him. “You don’t get to disappear and then come back making demands about my life!”
“Did you miss me?” he asks with a cocky grin, realisation flickering in his eyes. “Oh, you did.”
“You’re a ghost; there is nothing to miss,” I bite back.
“That says a lot about you more than it does about me,” he counters. God, I hate my ghost friend right now.
Why couldn’t I have an imaginary friend like all the other weirdos? At least he wouldn’t abandon me and come back all cocky and shit.
“Shut up,” I snap. “Why did you kill that vampire and then ignore me?”
His demeanour changes, and I can’t read him for a moment. “It’s safer if I stay away from you.”
“What if that’s not what I want?” I ask, and he shakes his head, stepping back.
“If you invite a vampire into heart, you will never get back out alive,” he softly warns me before disappearing once again.
Staring at the empty room, my words are only heard by me. “Too late.”
Chapter 25
“Did you really cook this?” I ask after swallowing another bite of the pasta and immediately getting another piece on my fork.
Thallon chuckles from the other side of the table. “I’ve been on my own here for years, and as much as the cooks at the academy are good, they only have a set meal. It’s nice to cook something different.”
“Well, I’m thankful,” I reply and finish off my food. Like the perfect gentleman Thallon is, he takes my empty plate to the sink and waves off my offer to help him wash up. After cleaning up the table, I move to his sofa and sit down, curling my legs underneath me. I watch Thallon in the kitchen, noticing how his crisp white shirt reveals a lot of his muscle underneath, and how his jeans suit him. His sleeves are rolled up as he washes the dishes, which is crazy sexy to watch, and his brown hair is curlier today, like he spent time in the pouring rain that’s now hitting the windows outside. Thallon Cross has the face and body of a heartbreaking boy, and for some crazy reason, I’m in his home, on a movie night date nonetheless.
“I have a gift for you. Well, two actually,” he tells me before disappearing into his bedroom and coming out a few moments later.
“I don’t have a gift for you,” I reply as he sits down and offers me two packets of Parma Violet sweets and a DVD of Jumanji, my favourite movie growing up. I only told Thallon about it in a passing conversation, and I can’t believe he not only remembered but got the DVD for me. I place the sweets and DVD in the middle of us before throwing my arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” I whisper into his ear, and after a while, I pull back, meeting his gaze.
“I know it’s difficult to come here and leave everything behind. I wanted to make it easier for you with some home comforts,” he softly tells me. “And I’ve never eaten a Parma Violet or watched Jumanji.”
“We have to correct that right away,” I say with an excited chuckle. Thallon takes the DVD and goes to set it up in the DVD player as I open my sweets. I all but inhale a couple of the sweets before Thallon comes back. I take one out of the packet and hold it in the middle of my hand for him. He grins as he leans down and presses his lips around the sweet in my hand. The gentle touch of his lips makes me shiver and feel things I haven’t before for any guy. I mean it wasn’t like there weren’t guys at my school growing up, but they never wanted anything to do with me, and I assumed I wasn’t pretty for a long time. I stuck my head in books, and Riley dated half the school.
“They taste delicious,” he whispers to me, and I suspect he wasn’t just talking