The voice was like silk-wrapped steel.
Jenny turned fast. Julian was leaning against the wall. He'd changed clothes again; he was wearing ordinary black jeans and a black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Seeing him suddenly was like the first moment in the morning when the shower flicks on, a shock of cold awareness.
"Was it you?" she said. "In the ship up there?"
"That would be telling," he said, but for an instant his eyelids drooped, heavy lashes coming down.
"Why didn't you let me fall?"
"Did you know your eyes are dark as cypress trees? That means you're unhappy. When you're happy they get lighter, they go all goldy-green."
"How would you know? You've never seen me happy."
He gave her a laughing glance. "Is that what you think? I'm a Shadow Man, Jenny." While Jenny was trying to figure this out, he went right on.
Chapter 7
"Cypress eyes and sun-glowing skin ... and your hair's like liquid amber. Why do you wear it back like that?"
"Because Tom likes it," Jenny said reflexively, her standard response. "Look, what did you mean-"
He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "May I?" he said politely, straightening up. His tone was so normal, so solicitous, that Jenny nodded automatically. She was still intent on her question.
"What did you-no, don't."
He had pulled the elastic band out of her ponytail. Jenny felt her hair fall about her neck, and then his fingers were in it.
An almost imperceptible shudder went through Jenny. "Don't," she said again. She didn't know how to deal with this situation. He wasn't being rough. He still looked solicitous and friendly. It didn't seem appropriate to hit him in the gut as Dee had taught her to do with guys that annoyed her.
"Beautiful," he murmured. His touch was as light as the soft pat of a cat's paw, and his voice was like black velvet. "Don't you like it?"
"No," Jenny said, but she could feel the heat in her face. She was backed against the wall now. She didn't know how to get away from him-and the worst thing was that her body didn't seem sure it wanted to. His cool fingers moved against her warm hair roots, and she felt a trembling thrill.
"Have I told you about your mouth?" he said. "No? It's soft. Short upper lip, full lower. Just about perfect, except that it's usually a little wistful. There's something you want, Jenny, that you're not getting."
"I have to go now," Jenny said in a rush. Her standard stuck-with-a-jerk-at-a-party response. She was so confused she didn't care if it didn't make sense here.
"You don't have to go anywhere." He seemed unable to take his eyes away from her face for a second. Jenny had never held anyone's gaze for this long-and she had never even dreamed of eyes like his.
"I could show you what it is you've been wanting," he said. "Will you let me? Let me show you, Jenny."
His voice seemed to steal the bones from her body. She was aware of shaking her head slightly, as much in response to the new feelings as to his question. She didn't know what was happening to her. Tom's touch made her feel safe, but this-this made her feel weak inside, as if her stomach were falling.
"Let me show you," he said again, so softly she could barely hear him. His fingers were so gentle as they laced in her hair, urging her to tilt her face up toward him. His lips were bare inches from hers. Jenny felt herself flowing toward him.
"Oh, stop," she said. "Stop."
"Do you really want me to?"
"Yes."
"All right." To her astonishment, he stepped back, fingers trailing out of her hair.
Jenny could still feel them. I almost kissed him, she thought. Not the other way around. In another minute I would have.
Tom. Oh, Tom.
"Why are you doing this?" she said, her eyes filling again.
He sighed. "I told you. I fell in love with you. I didn't do it on purpose."
"But we're so different," Jenny whispered. She was
still feeling weak at the knees. "Why should you-want me? Why?"
He looked at her, head tilted slightly, quizzically. "Don't you know?" His eyes moved to her lips. "Light to darkness, Jenny. Darkness to light. It's always been that way."
"I don't know what you're talking about." And she didn't. She wouldn't let herself understand it.
"Suppose the devil was just quietly minding his own business-when he saw a girl. A girl who made him forget everything. There've been other girls more beautiful, of course-but this girl had something. A