Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,33
That was the dumbest idea I’d ever heard. Why the hell would I waste my time befriending a human?
“Trust me, it would be brilliant,” she added. “Tristan isn’t going to leave her side, and the only way you will even get close to her is by joining her circle. As a friend.”
Her plan didn’t seem dumb when I realized she was right.
“The prince did say I needed a new plan.” I freed myself from D’s grip, my anger fading.
I didn’t know how the whole friendship thing worked, but this was a challenge I couldn’t pass up.
The plan was simple. Befriend her.
Find her weakness, make her vulnerable, and then kill her. When I arrived at school the next day, reporters had surrounded the grounds. I heard Abigail’s name floating around as they discussed her heroism to the cameras. What the hell was going on here? What did I miss?
I snapped my fingers and found myself outside our classroom. “Abigail,” Sarah was saying, “I didn’t know they were reporters, and you didn’t say not to tell anyone you saved us.”
There was no way Abigail could have saved them, and if she did, how did she do it? What kind of a human was she, anyway?
“Sarah, it’s all right. I’m fine,” Abigail sighed, lifting her head. She didn’t sound fine to me.
Only a few students paid attention when the teacher began teaching. Abigail lifted her head to look at the board. Before I knew it, the school bell was ringing for lunch.
“Remember to do your homework!” the teacher called as students filed out. Abigail, her friends, Tristan, and I were the last students in the room gathering our books.
“You want to get some lunch, Abby?” Tristan asked. “Or I can grab you something.”
“I’m fine. Go on ahead,” she said. “I’ll join you later.”
Tristan hesitated, showing me he didn’t want to leave Abigail behind, but when Danny nodded his head toward the door, Tristan didn’t argue. They all looked regretfully at her before they walked out of the classroom.
Befriend her. I repeated the words in my head before I stood and made my way over to her.
The moment I reached her table, Tristan appeared in the room, invisible.
He was everywhere!
“It seems it’s just you and me now, Miss Cells. How about that tour?” I asked, and once again I took a seat beside her. I pretended not to notice Tristan.
“It’s just you, actually. I’m leaving,” Abigail said as she turned to look at me.
“So was that a yes to the tour?” I brought it up again.
Abigail stood. “I take it you either haven’t heard the news or you don’t care.” She started packing. “You aren’t grilling me with questions, so which is it?”
“Oh, I heard about what happened. It’s everywhere.” I stood and stepped beside her. Tristan also took a step closer, but I continued to ignore his presence. “I heard you’re the new Wonder Woman,” I added.
“Unfortunately,” she said, annoyed. “I just wish…” she paused, her voice trembling. “Sorry, I can’t think of the accident without feeling sad—all the people who died and those who were hurt…” Her voice cracked.
This friendship thing was going to be more difficult than I thought. I had to listen to her whining?
“How did you do it?” I asked, following Abigail to the door. “You were in the backseat, and Jake was unconscious. The van was seconds away from Jake’s car and—” I paused, catching the surprised look on Abigail’s face.
Oops.
Abigail jolted to a stop and turned to me. “How did you know that? Even Sarah and Danny didn’t see what happened because they were too busy freaking out.”
“I…” I was typically skilled at lying, but at the moment, my mind froze. “I supposed that was what happened?” That was the best I could come up with?
“Were you following us?” she probed.
“Yeah, I’m a spy.”
Suddenly, I was pinned to the classroom wall with Abigail’s forearm pressing hard against my throat. How had she pinned me so fast? “Are you a spy?” she demanded.
I could have easily broken free, but I didn’t. Instead, I faked pain and acted as if I were trying to escape from her grip. I didn’t even want to think about what was going through Tristan’s head at the moment. To think she did all that in heels.
“I…I…” I pretended I was choking. “Abigail, you’re—”
“Who are you? Did someone send you here after me?”
I’d give the girl one thing: she was different, entertaining even. “I…no…” Her arm tightened around my neck.