The Unearthly by Laura Thalassa

Author:Laura Thalassa
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Burning Ember Press
Published: 2014-01-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

WHEN I GOT home, Oliver was waiting for me, munching on a stash of chocolates I always kept around.

He stood up, and a dozen little wrappers drifted off his lap and onto the floor. With the movement his skin shimmered, reminding me that he was otherworldly.

“You didn’t tell me you had a hot date!”

I rolled my eyes. “As if it were newsworthy.” I dropped my stuff next to the door and sat down next to Oliver on my bed. “So,” I said, “how was your week? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Oliver unwrapped another chocolate and shoved it in his mouth. “That’s because you’ve been a hermit, and I’ve met the lust of my life!”

I raised my eyebrows and grabbed a chocolate. “Who is he?”

“His name’s Rodrigo, and he’s a Brazilian werewolf!”

I almost choked on the piece of chocolate I’d just popped into my mouth. A Brazilian werewolf? That sounded like a horrible wax job. Or a hideous hairdo. But definitely not an appropriate name for an object of lust.

Oliver contemplated his next chocolate. “He’s just so gorgeous. Oh—and he’s friends with Paul, my roommate. Apparently they went to boarding school together.” Oliver’s eyes lit up. “Maybe we could all grab dinner or something? That way I could be conveniently introduced without it seeming strange!”

“Ah. You haven’t met him.” I laughed. “Fine, set the date and I’ll go. But only because I would never let a friend pass up the opportunity to officially meet the lust of his life.”

“Oh my God!” Oliver grabbed my arm as another important thought came to him. “I’ll take him to the autumn ball. It’s in a month or so!” His eyes widened and he gasped. “You can take Andre. We’ll be the cutest couples.”

I let out a disgusted sound. “Not going—and definitely not with Andre.”

“What? Of course you’ll be going.” He waved my statement away.

“Nope.” I shook my head and plopped another chocolate into my mouth. “I hate dances.”

“You have to come.”

I shook my head.

“Oh yeah? Well if you still have that attitude in a month, then that wicked little side of me that our textbooks thoroughly discuss will have to make an appearance.”

I looked at him, trying not to laugh. “Are you threatening me?”

“You bet your knickers I am. I will not let you miss one of the best dances you’ll ever go to because your little feminist heart has a problem with getting dressed up.”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes again. Bad habit of mine—along with eating chocolates and swearing. “What exactly are you planning to do if I don’t go? Because, let’s be honest Oliver, you don’t exactly strike fear into my heart.”

He smiled, and it was full of nefarious intentions. “I’ll tell Andre you still have his blanket. And you sniff it every night.”

My jaw dropped. I grabbed the decorative pillow next to me and wacked Oliver over the head. “I do not ‘sniff’ his blanket!”

“Ow!” Oliver smoothed his shirt out. “Harpy woman.”

“How would you even contact him?” I asked.

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