The Dead Boy's Club by Rue Volley

Author:Rue Volley [Volley, Rue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Published: 2019-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I reached in, studying his bright blue eyes. They were locked on me, only me. I never craved attention, not like this, but his stare conjured up feelings inside of me that only my books seemed to be able to do. But here he was, so close, so vulnerable. All those feelings of fear had dissipated — every single one. I can’t say why, but as he sat before me, I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but fixing what I’d broken, which in this case happened to be his lip.

Maybe he’s a witch and cast a spell over you, Harper.

Don’t be silly. I mean, witchcraft is real, but it isn’t all sparks of light and spinning fire. It’s more like blessings—prayer—faith. It’s no different than believing in some great power in the sky. Is it?

I continued to stare at him. At this point, he knows I’m intrigued. He must. I studied the cut on his mouth. It looked terrible, maybe stitch worthy. I’d never had stitches. Come to think of it. I’ve never been hurt, not once as a child. I blinked again. I need to focus, but he’s so close to me. His smell surrounds me, and he’s cold. Colder than Juniper Hollow. Colder than anything I’ve ever known.

It’d be easy to jump to conclusions about him, but maybe that’s what he wants.

“I don’t,” he whispered. I nearly gasped. How does he do that? Is he listening to my thoughts? I hope not. That would be such a disadvantage and how? How could he do that?

“What?” I whispered back as his face hovered right in front of mine. It would be so easy to move forward. To let it happen. I wanted it, I did.

“I didn’t say anything, Harper,” he retorted, but I could swear he had. My eyes lowered to the necklace, dangling against his skin. I narrowed my eyes. I couldn’t see that natural movement beneath the surface—you know—indicating a heartbeat.

“You didn’t.”

“No,” he added.

I blinked. “No—I wasn’t asking. I mean, you’re right.”

“No argument?” he added. I didn’t say anything as I stared at his neck.

He glanced down and fingered at the charm

“Protection.” He spoke without hesitation. I understood it. We had them all over the house, in every window, along with a bag of sea salt and lavender.

“I know what it is. I was just wondering why you’re wearing it.”

He tried to smile, but it quickly faded when the cut widened.

“I practice. The craft.” He fingered at his lip while hissing. I was grateful that the intimate moment had seemed to pass. It felt far too intense for me to handle—yet. But still, I wasn’t scared like I thought I would be. I don’t know, something about Killian seemed different now—softer. He wasn’t threatening at all.

I reached down and picked up a small white towel. “The movie or—” I stopped. I could keep picking on him, or maybe it was time to just be me. To stop fighting what I knew would eventually engulf me.

He fought against a laugh, but his eyes sparked.

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