Electric by Stokes Tawny

Author:Stokes, Tawny [Stokes, Tawny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Holding hands, Trevor and I melted into the shadows in my room. I concentrated hard on the image of Heather's bedroom in my mind. I just hoped she hadn't rearranged any of her furniture of we might materialize on top of something or in something. And it would really suck if she had a room full of people or her parents were there. Not sure how we were going to explain that.

I kept my eyes closed shut as we passed through the shadow-ways. I didn't want to see what was down there this time. Ignorance was the best policy in this situation. Neither of us were quite ready to face Merlin again.

I knew Trevor would never admit it, but I could tell he was still freaked out about seeing Merlin up close and personal. I could relate. The cambion had an unearthly quality about it, that sent shivers up and down my back. He seemed almost alien in nature. Not of this world. Not for this world.

After a few more minutes I could feel my body reforming. It was always a strange sensation. Tingles erupted all over, from within and outward. It was like having your foot fall asleep but on the inside out. It felt kind of gross to be honest. It was definitely not pleasant.

Once the sensation faded, Trevor and I were standing in a darkened corner of Heather's room. We got lucky. The room was empty.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we wait for her I guess."

Frowning, I sat on her bed. "I'm kind of disappointed we didn't get to scare the beejesus out of her coming out of the shadows and going all gangsta on her ass."

Trevor snorted. "Gangsta?"

"Yeah, check it home slice." I stood and crouched down into my best gangsta pose with downward peace signs and everything. I even gave my most pouty pout face ever.

He shook his head. "Scary." He picked up a jar of lotion from what I liked to call Heather's beauty station. There were so many oils and lotions and bottles of scent, a whole machine could've been lubed up and good to go. He unscrewed the lid and smelled it.

"Don't." I reached for it and took it from him.

"Why?"

"Because what if you like her smell? 90% of attraction is based on scent, you know?"

He scoffed at him. "Believe me, no amount of awesome odor is going to make me think this girl is attractive. She is totally not my type."

I eyed him. "I didn't know you had a type."

"Yeah, I like surly, pouty, little bulldogs who smell like vanilla." He reached for me and pulled me close to nuzzle his face into my hair.

"Aww, you called me a little bulldog. I love those dogs. They are so damn cute."

"Just like you."

I craned my neck up to kiss him just as the doorknob turned on the door. Heather was talking beyond it. I could hear her mouse-like voice that cheese-grated my nerves. I grabbed Trevor's hand and we dived into the closet.

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