Melinda Metz - Roswell High 10 by The Salvation

Author:The Salvation
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-06-01T18:30:56+00:00

EIGHT

“Do I need to be Max now? Will your parents be home soon?” Trevor asked as he sat down on Isabel’s soft, perfectly made bed.

“No. You have a couple of hours.” Isabel picked up a glass kitten from her bedside table, then grabbed a Kleenex and started to polish the kitten furiously. “I keep thinking the consciousness is going to do something to Max. You know, to punish him for us trying to use the Stones against it.”

Trevor opened his mouth to respond, but Isabel didn’t give him a chance. She rushed on, scrubbing the kitten as hard as she could. “And then when we find a way to shatter the consciousness—if we do—then what will happen to him? You said you think Max could die. And that’s not acceptable. That’s—”

The glass kitten’s tail snapped off in Isabel’s fingers. She stared down at it, tears springing to her eyes. She wiped them away viciously, using both hands.

Trevor didn’t bother trying to comfort her. He pretended not to even notice the tears since it was clear Isabel found them infuriating. Instead he took the kitten and the tail out of her hands, matched the pieces together, and used his power to nudge the molecules closer together, mending it. He set it back on the little table.

“I think the kitty’s safer over here,” he commented, forcing a smile.

Isabel gave a snort that blew a tiny, clear bubble out of one of her nostrils. He pretended not to notice that, either—although in a weird way, he found it kind of adorable.

He’d observed that when he was around Isabel, the heart of his human body beat a little faster, and sometimes a thin layer of sweat appeared between his fingers. He knew from studying the Kindred’s materials that this was an expression of attraction. Humans were such a strange species. When he’d learned about the sensations, they sounded mildly repulsive, and the sweat sort of was. But the accelerated heartbeat was actually pleasurable, making his body feel warmer and somehow more alive.

He’d also observed that while Liz and Maria were as desirable in their own ways as Isabel, his human body didn’t respond to them in the same way. Strange. Mysterious. He liked it.

“Thanks,” Isabel muttered finally. “When I think about Max, I go a little crazy.” She folded the Kleenex in half, then in half again.

A rush of guilt swept through Trevor, and he felt the back of his neck get hot. He’d been off on a little head vacation, thinking out the pleasures of attraction, while Isabel was clearly suffering.

If Isabel was a member of the Kindred, right now she’d be sternly reminded that sacrifice was an honor. If Max died in the struggle to shatter the consciousness, it would be the most noble death he could have. But Trevor had no desire to lecture her.

“I wish I could give you all the answers,” he said. “But I don’t have any of them.”

“I know,” Isabel answered. She folded the Kleenex again, then again, then again until the little square couldn’t get any smaller.

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