8 Cryptic Cravings by Ellen Schreiber

Author:Ellen Schreiber [Schreiber, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

A coffin with goblets of juice on it to give the underground club the spice the torture chamber gave the Coffin Club. Spooky and cool at the same time. The night we confronted Jagger about the crop circles, he had insisted the Crypt would be mortal only. But with that workman I spotted and the sounds of hammering that were coming from behind the locked door, I was still skeptical that the Covenant part of the club was going to remain closed on opening night. Chapter 13 Midnight Madness Alexander and I had a midnight date at the cemetery. We hadn�t seen each other alone in days and were both missing each other incredibly. When I finally reached the back of the cemetery, Alexander hadn�t arrived. Then I saw a figure lurking in the shadows. Iraced to him, until I noticed blonde hair. Trevor took my arm. �It�s okay,� he said. �No one will notice.� �But I�m in love with Alexander,� I told him firmly. �And I�m in love with . . . you.� �You are not.� His stare was riveting. �But you know that I am.�He was right. I�d felt it for years. Trevor stepped even closer to me. �Are you going to punish me for the rest of my life? Because I wear khakis and don�t listen to that rancid music?� His green eyes bore through me to the bottom of my combat boots. �I�m not punishing you. I don�t love you. I love Alex�� I tried to step back, but he still held my arm. Then he leaned in so close I thought our lips would touch. �But what if you hadn�t met him?� he whispered. �And I came to you, like I did tonight. Just us. No one ever knowing.� I didn�t turn away. �I don�t know . . . I�d probably feel the same way I do now.� �But maybe you wouldn�t,� he urged in his sexy, almost breathless tone. �Are you really being true to yourself? We�ve known each other since we were kids. Not even Alexander can say that.� His fingers slid down my sleeve so they reached my hand. �We�re not all that different. I�ve been saying that for years.� He paused. I was slightly afraid of what he�d do next. His fingers slid down between mine. Trevor Mitchell was holding my hand. His grip was powerful, like that of a handsome athlete. He�d crossed a line. I was holding someone else�s hand. This hand wasn�t Alexander�s, but it felt good, too. Like I was supposed to have held his hand and touched him. As if I�d been waiting all my life. Trevor had grabbed me before but this was different. It didn�t feel like he was trying to get back at me or put a notch on his headboard. It felt as if he was doing it because he wanted to more than anything else. �It�s okay,� he said. He drew my hair back from my face. �This is about you and me now.

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