"They told me you had her tortured and murdered," I said, equally angry, though I was sure there was no twinkling darkness coming off my hair. The vampire queen gasped and pressed a hand to her chest in mock sarcasm. "They what? I could never murder my sister." She was a big fat liar. I knew it. Sensed it. Pushing down my fears, I changed the subject. "Are you saying you were in the right? You deserve the power?" I didn't add that Kenmei and Professor Pops both told me they were her hunters at one time and that I knew they left her. Immediately a small flutter danced in my belly. Was that where Christopher went? Professor Pops and Kenmei never told me what they did to break free of her. Was it just a matter of walking away, or was more required? I thought about the bear Christopher carved and how excited he was when I gave it to him."Without a doubt, I deserve the power. I've ruled for thousands of years. That isn't going to change anytime soon." She walked back over to the th
The voice came from behind me. It was a voice I thought I'd never hear again. I didn't want to move, afraid if I turned around, I would realize I was hearing things or it'd been a figment of my overactive imagination. But I sensed movement. My body began to tremble. Could it be? Was it possible? I was too afraid to find out.His voice whispered in my ear. "Snowflake. You're back. I knew you'd come sooner or later. I've been waiting."I had to see him. Turning, my eyes caught hold of his face, and he was there, standing before me. His gorgeous green eyes watched me intently, and a smile sat on his beautiful face. But even that could be my imagination. My mind still wouldn't believe it. I placed my hands on his arms, feeling the warmth radiating off him. His breathing was rapid, a hint of mint coming off his breath, and he smelled good. Like my Gabe. Still, I struggled to accept the truth standing in front of me. "Are you real?"He pulled me into his arms. Gabe! He wasn't dead.
"He opposes the vampire queen." He shook his head. "He's the leader of those who want you and all of the marked dead." He blew out his breath. "More than that, though, he is my father.""Like, your real father?" I was confused. We'd all believed his father was dead - that he'd died in a fire more than a decade ago. He nodded. "Yes. When we spoke, he explained that he needed to fake his own death." Gabe's eyes filled with wonder. "Apparently, he's been alive a long time."The make-believe pixilettes in my tummy were having a field day. But I could only focus on one thing at a time. "Why didn't he want you?" I was confused. The man faked his own death and left Gabe to go through life alone. Thank goodness for Professor Pops. Gabe pulled away. "It isn't that he didn't want me. He's just busy, and those who are loyal to the queen killed my mom. He believed Professor Pops would be able to care for me until I was old enough to understand. And Professor Pops did. I couldn't have asked fo
My breathing came in ragged chunks. "Is it because we are no longer human?" I wanted out of my room. Out of this conversation with Gabe, and the whole thing. The desire to bolt took over. For the briefest of moments, I went to the window, desperate to be anywhere but here. "That's part of it. But there's more. See," he hesitated. I studied his reflection in the glass, but I didn't turn. "My father fell in love with a human, and with that love came many children. The vampire queen made an extra effort to capture and change their offspring into vampires. Sons and daughters with chayot blood make even more exceptional vampires than a regular human does. The vampire queen favored them over all others, and she nearly got them all."I thought about the vampires I'd seen in the castle. Were they Gabe's relatives? I didn't ask. Didn't move. I was a vampire - the enemy. I wouldn't give him any information. "The queen brought this war upon herself. It's my father's life work to finish
"No, I don't," I said, my body moving toward him on its own. When I was inches from him, I stopped. "Why can't you kill me, Gabe?" My voice was low, my breathing erratic as I studied him, trying to decide what the hell a chayot was. I had no clue. He'd said he wasn't a werewolf, so there was that. He pulled me so that our chests touched, his eyes boring into mine. My heart pounded, and I felt his pounding too. Beat for beat. I was furious, scared, and angry. Worst of all, I wanted him. I wanted his lips on mine again. And I wanted him to keep his promise to never leave me. His hurt and confusion vanished, replaced with his need for me. In answer, his mouth covered mine, his lips warm and urgent. Without hesitation, I responded, hungry for all of him. He seemed to need me the same way, and before I knew it, we were back on my bed, his body covering mine, his hands in my hair. I let my hands roam over his body, exploring the muscles on his back, shoulders, and chest. Our
Gabe didn't seem to mind the blood. His tongue dove into my mouth and circled mine. My hands wandered along his back, down to the waist of his jeans and along his butt. His breathing came faster as we moved, desperate to be even closer to each other.Our lips parted, and we looked at each other. "I want you," he said. "I want you too." So badly I ached.He helped me sit up, lifting my shirt over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Then he scooted me back under him, skin touching skin. "Snow," he whispered, his voice gruff, kissing my neck, along my collarbones and shoulders. "You're so beautiful." In response, I wrapped my legs around his hips.Did I really want to keep going? My body sure did, but not too many minutes ago, he'd called us enemies. He'd said it was his duty to kill me. But he'd also told me he loved me. Funny how life worked. You fought. You made up. I decided to go with it and went to bite his shoulder. Someone cleared his throat, and the lights fli
Gabe's eyes found mine again. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I guess your dad tried to call you several times, and, when some random person answered, he freaked out and called Pops. We didn't want to worry him, so Professor Pops told your dad you lost your phone and that you were upset about him leaving again so soon and that you needed some time." He touched my cheek with a thumb. "If you hadn't returned by tomorrow, we were going to have to tell your dad the truth.""Good," I said, exhaling that stored up stress. I would call him tomorrow morning. "What about Gatsby? Do you know where my cat is?""Yeah, the poor thing came meowing at our backdoor a couple of days after you left. We've kept him with us. He's been well cared for, but he sure misses you." He took my hand. "I can't wait to see him."We lumbered down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. Professor Pops and the brothers were there. The guys smiled sheepishly, though Professor Pops looked serious."Hi," I said, cli
Instead, he said one of his relatives needed help and that I'd agreed to take care of his niece and nephew. Cindy bought it and only asked a few questions. Like how much was I paid, whether I had fun taking care of the kids, and most importantly, had I met any cute guys. Mostly, she would show me her magic, even practicing on me sometimes. One day I went to school with a pink streak in my hair, the next I had a red one. She also polished my nails using magic, which was cool. I especially liked it when they were sparkling red. Thankfully, she was over Gabe. And she only asked about Christopher once. She'd believed he and I ran off together and that I was pregnant. The woman had wild fantasies, but they weren't even close to the real drama in my life. When I spent time alone with Gabe, we did a lot of kissing, and he let me drink his blood. We decided to hold off on going further physically. At least until after my sixteenth birthday. That seemed appropriate. I still hadn't bee