Blood Past - By Samantha Young Page 0,42

the thought. She’d never had a group of friends before, people that she cared enough about to want to stick her nose in where it didn’t belong if it meant bringing two people she liked together in happiness. Her eyes widened. Jeez, when had she become such a cheesy dork? She found herself looking at Noah again. Maybe she had always been a cheesy dork underneath it all. Back in her life in Salton her friendship with Noah had meant the world to her. She would have done anything for him then, even with the soul eater inside of her battling for her conscience. The memory of her depth of feeling for Noah was so sharp, and suddenly not so clouded by his duplicity now that she was Ankh and fully understood what that all meant. When Noah looked up at her, his violet eyes smiled at her and she lost her breath for a moment as she drowned in that familiar look. It was a look that said he cared. And he had looked at her like that for nearly the entire time they had been friends in Salton. For the first time, Eden began to see how difficult it must have been for him to lie to her.

The smile in Noah’s eyes dimmed until he was gazing at her with the most intense expression –

almost as if he had seen the light bulb go on in her head.

A kick to her shins broke their eye contact and Eden glanced sharply at Tobe. The girl was grinning suggestively at her, her eyes flicking between her and Noah questioningly. Eden made a face at her and then lowered her gaze to the menu. “I’m thinking lemon chicken. What are you guys having?”

Dinner was fun. Now that Noah had relaxed around Cameron the two of them discovered they had the same taste in music, literature and movies. Eden swore she and Tobe could have walked away from the table and they wouldn’t have even noticed their absence. Instead she sat and had a similar conversation with Tobe, the boys only interrupting if they heard them talking about a band or a movie they liked. There was a lot of teasing sarcasm flying around and Eden was amazed by how much fun she was having.

So this was what it was like to have friends.

The movie selection was a little disappointing so they eventually decided on a comedy about a group of guys in the 80’s. There was some laugh out loud moments but Eden had seen funnier. They trailed out of the cinema back into the light of the centre discussing the film with the lukewarm reception it had received.

“God, it brought back memories,” Noah said, running a hand through his hair and shuddering. “So glad the 80’s are over. The hair, the clothes, the music. Not cool.” The others laughed but Eden drew to an abrupt halt.

Noah was like… really seventy! Why was that just hitting her? Cyrus and Val were really old, yeah, but Noah? Well, he acted so ‘current’ that she kind of forgot that he had lived through World War II and the Civil Rights Movement and Vietnam and… disco.

“What is it?” Noah asked turning back to her, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Eden gave him a little smile. “I was just thinking you’ll have to tell me about it sometime.”

“What the 80’s?”

“Your life.”

His eyes brightened and his mouth quirked up into a sexy half smile. “Anytime.”

“Oh, out on a double date are we?” an annoying sugary sweet Celtic voice shot through Eden. She closed her eyes and groaned . Shona. The four of them turned as Shona and Mark strolled over to them. Arms crossed over her chest and hip cocked, Shona slid a pointed look at Tobe and then Cameron. “Oh silly me, of course not.”

At the wounded, tight look on Tobe’s face, Eden’s eyes narrowed. What was that all about? Shona knew something. Enough to hurt Tobe’s feelings with it. Oh, to hell with making a good impression.

Eden snapped her gaze back at Shona and the girl flinched under her regard. “What about you, Shona? It’s getting late; shouldn’t you be working your corner already?” Eden ignored the choked laughter from behind her and the expressionless Noah beside her as Shona bravely ( or foolishly) sneered at her, “Whore jokes? How original.”

“Well, I like to stick with the classics.”

“You know, it’s no wonder McLeish has a problem with you. I thought his attitude was peculiar because