Citrusy . . . An electric shock shot through me.
Oh, but I did. And I do hope that my Jane may live many decades more and prosper greatly. He held up his free hand in the Vulcan V salute, gave an abbreviated nod, and sipped.Holy crap. Leo knew about Star Trek. A lot about Star Trek. Alex would have a cow.
Eyes gleaming, Leo sipped again and I remembered to lower my arm and drink too. Leo said, I was informed that the white werewolf was biting Joses Santana.Finally we were getting to important stuff. Yeah. And werewolf spit seems to make the SOD less magical. Does he taste different?I have not tasted Joses in recent days, Leo said, wryly. I understand that the werecats who attacked us had fed from the Son of Darkness prior to them attacking us in the gym. Were you aware of this?
I said, I figured it out. Dominique let them in and destroyed the cameras along the way. We don’t have video footage.Why did Dominique Quessaire betray her sworn oath to Grégoire and to me, after we forgave her trespasses and restored her to us? This has troubled me for . . . He rotated a hand as if to say, For a long time.
Magic, again? Lemon-smelling magic. Tiredly, I asked, Does it matter?
Leo pondered this and then shook his head. No.I’m not good at this kind of thing. I actually suck at it. But I . . . I was just wondering if maybe you’d like . . . He trailed off as his cheeks turned pink. He was really cute. And nice. His eyes weren’t haunted, and I would bet he had a happy home life. With two parents who loved him. And no demons to carry around like I did.
He also wasn’t a football player. Something I liked a lot.I reached for my note pad, which was tucked in the pocket of my book bag.
It’s nice to meet you, Charlie. I’m Maggie.His grin grew. Yeah, I know your name. I asked already. Not stalkerish or anything. Just curious. You’re new and all. We’ve all gone to school together most of our lives, so when someone new comes along . . .