matter. In fact, we’ve probably spent enough time together tonight.
I push my hearing up to the house to see if Raj is looking for me, but he’s not. He’s out in the car smoking a joint with Rocker Girl, no doubt after taking his hit of X, as well. He’d better take it easy or he’s likely to show Rocker Girl a poor backseat performance.
Tut, tut.
“Why don’t you have one of those cloud thingies around you?” Anna asks. She’s eyeing the air around me, and I shake my head. What on earth is she talking about? Then, I realize she must have just turned sixteen and gained the ability to see guardian angels.
“Cloud thingies?” I sputter. “You can’t be serious.” Surely, surely she knows that humans have guardian angels. That is the most basic of Neph basics.
As I’m pulling my hearing in I stumble upon a scuffle inside the house—shouting.
“Do you know what I’m talking about?” She sits up straighter, and looks like she might grab at my shirt. “You do, don’t you?!”
Inside the house, Jay and Scott are fighting. Seems as though Jay is drunk and defending Anna’s honor. Brilliant.
I stand up, asking, “Are your senses back now?”
She opens her mouth, clearly wanting to know more about the “cloud thingies,” but I’ve thrown her off and she blinks.
“I think so,” she says.
“There’s a fight in the house. I think you’d better listen.”
She stands up and closes her eyes, looking pained as she strains to hear. Then her eyes pop open. “Oh, my gosh, Scott and Jay!” Yep. Jay just landed a nice-sounding crunch and Scott is howling.
Anna takes off running and I watch her go. She’s got nice form. And a great arse.
And she’s still a possible enemy, although it’s taking more and more effort to convince myself of that. If this girl has been sent by the Dukes to test me, I cannot let myself be reeled in by her spectacular act.
I take my time walking back up to the house and going in. I listen, further baffled, as Anna defuses the situation and gets the drunken Jay to her car. She cares for him with patience and tenderness. The only Neph I’ve ever seen act like that is the twin Marna, but she’s only like that with the few of us Neph who are her friends, never with humans.
I stand in the nearly empty kitchen—everyone has made a mass exodus to the front of the house for the fight. As people filter back in, I hear Anna whisper something in her car, seemingly to herself.
“I’m not finished with you, Kaidan Rowe.”
It’s like a puppy threatening a cobra. A grin flashes across my face and I quickly wipe it away before saying to the air, “Likewise.”
Two seconds later Rocker Girl is standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, looking unamused.
“Uh-oh,” I say. “Has Raj overindulged?”
Her eyes narrow in annoyance. “He says his hands weigh a thousand pounds and he can’t lift them.”
We stare at each other for two beats, and then we burst into laughter. Rocker Girl covers her mouth until her mirth subsides.
I twist the strands of her pink hair in my fingers, and she looks up at me with a tough face, pretending she never showed that moment of humor. Then I lean down and whisper into her ear. “You’re fucking sexy when you laugh, Mandie.”
I’m not sure if it’s my words or my breath against her skin that makes her shiver. She hooks her fingers into the belt loops of my black jeans and looks up at me.
“What’s your name, anyway?” she asks.
“Kaidan Rowe.”
Her mouth drops open and she bats her eyes. “Shit. Wow. I totally didn’t put two and two together when Raj said he was in the band. You’re the drummer. Kai.”
I nod.
Her fingers tighten on my loops and she pulls me closer. “Your reputation precedes you.”
“Oh, yeah? And what reputation is that?” I slowly back her against the counter, amidst all the people.
Her voice goes even huskier. “I’ve heard you’re a very, very bad boy.”
I shrug. “Good. Bad. It’s all subjective, right?” I grind my hips against hers, and her eyes flutter back. I lean down to her ear. “You have two choices. There’s a room upstairs or the empty boathouse.”
“Boathouse, all the way,” she says breathlessly.
I take her hand and say nothing more, but as I’m opening the back door to the deck the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A dark whisperer swoops