Blood Like Poison For the Love of a Vampire - By M. Leighton Page 0,69
talking about." I tacked that last on there to sway Bo in case he was considering saying no.
He shrugged. "I don't see why not."
His consent seemed casual enough and I really needed some objective answers, information that it sounded like this Lucius would be able to provide.
"When can we go?"
"How about tomorrow after school?"
"I've got practice. Can we do it Wednesday? It's our off day this week."
"Wednesday's fine, but we probably shouldn't put it off any longer than that," he warned.
"Alright. Wednesday it is."
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The next day I felt out of sorts. For virtually the first time since I'd met him, I looked forward to time away from Bo. My heart and my body ached when he left the night before, and it was all I could do not to ask him to stay, but I just couldn't seem to shake those creeping doubts that had cropped up as a result of our conversation.
I had a headache from the frown that I knew I was wearing. Not being around Bo, not giving in to my feelings for him and my desire to be near him, was wearing on me. I was determined, however, to resist as much as possible until I'd had a chance to interrogate Lucius.
When lunch rolled around, I was glad when Savannah corralled me to her table. At least she would alleviate the uncomfortable tension that I felt existed between me and Bo.
Turns out, she managed much more than that. Savannah was quite entertaining. It wasn't hard to see why Devon and Bo liked her so much.
"...but that hair! There was probably a disturbance in The Force when she got out of bed this morning," Savannah was saying. "I wanted to poke out my own eyes when I passed her in the hall."
Devon chuckled, eyeing Savannah with nothing short of adoration. "You know what I love about you?"
"Um, everything?" She looked comically hopeful.
Devon chuckled again. "I meant aside from your abundant humility."
"My outrageous fashion sense?"
"Fashion sense?" Devon looked pointedly at Savannah's black fedora. "Not quite. I was referring to your complete lack of theatricality."
She managed to look offended. "I don't have a dramatic bone in my body."
"Let's see," Devon said, narrowing his eyes and tapping his chin with his finger. "Just last night, wasn't there some mention of a worldwide boycott followed by a withering death if Starbuck's discontinues the Cinnamon Dulce?"
"Hey," she said, her eyes round. "It could happen."
"Yeah, right. No drama here," Devon teased, rolling his eyes. They both laughed.
I was smiling as I watched the interaction, envying their easy affection and uncomplicated relationship. I sneaked a peek at Bo; he was watching me watch them. There was a sadness just beneath the surface of his pleasant expression. It drifted across his face like a ghost moving through the vacant rooms of an empty house.
For a moment, when our eyes met and held, it seemed as though he could feel the anguish that was plaguing me, that he too felt the unsettling shadow that hovered over us, over our relationship.
Reaching up, he brushed his thumb over my brow bone, as if to wipe away the frown I knew still lingered there, and, for a moment, it almost felt as if he had. All too soon, however, Trinity's boisterous laughter cut into our moment and I looked up to see her fawning all over Lars.
He didn't look particularly thrilled with her at that instant, but Trinity was oblivious. She was on cloud nine, a thousand light years from reality. I wondered if she was overdosing on the "drug" of Lars's presence.
But what a way to go, I thought, looking back at Bo. He was my drug.
He'd turned to watch them as well. Although his expression had gone sour as he brooded, it only served to make him even more painfully handsome, just in a dark and dangerous way.
I sighed quietly, careful not to draw his attention. It seemed our relationship was destined to include pain of one form or another.
That afternoon, I noticed that Trinity was not in the Government class that we shared. I had no trouble picturing her ditching class to spend the rest of the day on an elicit tryst with Lars. I'd love to do nothing more than enjoy such a day with Bo.