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“Don’t change the subject.” He slides a bookmark into his book, closes it, and sets it aside to stand. “Which specific bucket are you looking for?”
My head tips back as he walks over to stand in front of me. “The special bucket. The bucket for finding lost things.”
He grazes a knuckle over my cheek, making my breath catch. “And why do you need this special bucket?”
I lick my lips. “Because Delilah’s picking herbs in the garden, and it’s my luckiest—and only—bucket.”
“Ah.” His touch drifts down to my quickening pulse, and hunger fills his eyes. “I believe it’s in the hall closet.”
I raise a hand to settle over his heart. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to forget I had a different reason for coming in here, and then you’ll have to write me an excuse for not having any wand ingredients tomorrow.”
His face dips toward mine, his hungry gaze jumping from my lips to my throat. “We can’t have that.”
“Don’t make me get out the tiny erasers.” The threat comes out on a shaky breath. “I will cap your fangs.”
“Before or after they’re inside you?” he purrs.
“You are such a bad vampire.” I sway toward him. “But if you’re hungry, who am I to deny you a meal?”
“So self-sacrificing.” His hand curls around the back of my neck. “Maybe just a little sip?”
Eyes closing, I tip my head back. “Just the teeniest, tiniest.”
The screen door bangs, followed by footsteps pounding through the house, and Tris shouts, “Hey! Put your fangs away! You said no biting for another two days!”
Ros and I groan as Tris tugs me away from biting temptation.
“Besides, we’re supposed to be doing a class assignment.” Tris drapes an arm around me and glares at Ros. “Stop distracting Rowe.”
“It was only going to be a teeny tiny distraction.” I look up at Tris. “What did you come in here for, anyway?”
“Ginny asked if we have a sieve.” His focus shifts to Ros. “What’s a sieve?”
“It’s what we use to drain the noodles.” Suspicion fills his voice. “What’s she planning to use it for?”
“Not for noodles.” Tris glances around. “I also need an ax.”
Alarm pulls Ros up straight. “What do you need an ax for?”
Tris rolls his eyes. “To cut things, obviously.”
“Oh, I need scissors.” I bounce on my toes. “Preferably garden shears, but really big scissors would suffice.”
Ros’s wide eyes shift to me. “Why do you need scissors?”
“To cut things, obviously.” Now, it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “I promise not to run while holding them. In fact, maybe we should get a whole bucket of scissors.”
“Oh, good call.” Tris’s arm drops from my shoulders, and he turns toward the stairs. “I’ll go get your buckets.”
“What? No! Shh!” I glance at Ros and laugh. “What buckets? There are no buckets in the attic.”
“Uh, huh.” With a shake of his head, Ros walks to the hall closet and reaches up to the top shelf to grab my special bucket. “Here you go. The garden shears are probably in the back shed with the other gardening tools.”
I shudder with revulsion. “Where the spiders live?”
Ros sighs. “I’ll go get the shears for you.”
I hug him tight. “You’re the best.”
