Gray (Awakening Book 1) by Shannon Reber

Author:Shannon Reber [Reber, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magic Fire Publishing
Published: 2016-05-30T05:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Turned out, parties were NOT my thing. Too many people. Too many loud voices. Too much . . . everything.

I stepped out of the house and breathed in the cool, leaf scented air around me. It was so nice, even though the music was still far too loud. I wanted to go home more than anything, but with Kassia and her date there, home likely wouldn’t be such a peaceful place.

Something caught my eye and I turned, surprised to find JJ on the steps, his eyes fixed on the crescent moon above us. He truly looked amazing, in a long sleeved white shirt which he had painted beautiful, intricate wings on. His skill was undeniable. The boy was an artist through and through.

I walked over and sat down next to him, entirely pleased to have found him. It was the perfect costume for the sweet, quiet guy, but the party seemed to be of even less interest to him than it was for me.

A car swerved to a stop a little too close to the house and Paul practically fell out of it, a bottle in his hand. “Look at that! A black angel and some pasty freak with a snake. Guess that makes you a demon, doesn’t it, Lindbergh?” he asked in a slurred voice as he stumbled up onto the deck.

I looked up at him, a little amused to see he wore a tight Superman t-shirt. “Wow. Great costume, Paul. Is that shirt from when you were six?” I asked, suddenly nervous since me and JJ were alone with the drunken tool.

He stepped forward, though a gust of air knocked him back, his eyes still fixed on me. He said something disgusting, something which made anger rise inside me.

I stood up. The air asked if I wanted its help. And I did. Oh, I wanted to pull the air from that stupid boy’s lungs, to let him suffer.

I couldn’t. He was nothing but a stupid, pathetic drunk boy. If I hurt him, that made me the villain.

Paul let out a loud bark of laughter and stepped closer to me. “What? You going to tell the Chief I was mean to you, little girl?” he asked in a mimic of a baby voice.

I shrugged. “Why would I? I don’t think about you at all. You’re not worth my time.” I saw the door of the house open, the music way too loud as several people stepped onto the deck as well.

I had a feeling it was Ben, but didn’t take my eyes off Paul. It was not Ben’s fight. It was mine.

An image of Dorian came into my mind and a small smile came to my lips. A Queen’s guard had trained me to fight. I remembered.

Paul roared with rage and took hold of the neck of his bottle, apparently with a plan to bash me over the head with it. I sidestepped his swing and took hold of his wrist, twisting it behind his back.

I kicked his legs out from under him so he landed on his knees, his arm pinned.

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