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Nick had his hands over the vents.
“Stop it.” Gabriel turned dials until the vents were closed, blocking the moisture of the storm. The air in the car almost immediately went stale. Brake lights winked ahead of them. Gabriel punched the steering wheel. “Jesus Christ, could these people drive?”
A gust shook the car again. Nick shut his eyes. “There’s going to be a tornado.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not going to be a part of it. Think of something else.”
“Yeah, right,” Chris muttered.
Nick gave his twin a look. “Like what?”
“First-round draft picks. Holly Sater’s ass. I don’t know.” Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, then grabbed the wheel as an oncoming vehicle swerved toward them. “Something.”
Becca, thought Chris.
“Hey,” said Gabriel, pointing. “Isn’t that your girlfriend’s car?”
There, a few cars ahead, just moving onto the bridge, was Becca’s little brown Honda. Chris recognized the small dent in the frame.
Her car shuddered in the wind. She must have been struggling to keep it straight.
“Get your hand off the door!” Gabriel snapped.
Chris let go of the handle. He’d been ready to go out in the rain, to pull her out of this downpour, to let his power protect her.
You’re crazy. Now he felt like a stalker.
“Look,” said Nick. “On the hill.”
“Fucker,” said Gabriel.
o;No! He—he just—I don’t think I can see him outside of school.”
“This project will be mostly completed during class. Any additional work can be done here, in the library. You aren’t required to see him off school property.”
This wasn’t going the way she’d hoped. Sitting next to Chris had been an experience. She’d come to school ready to lay into him. But he’d frightened her from the doorway, looking dark and saturnine with his hair falling into his eyes.
Then she’d sat next to him, leaving her aware of every movement he made, every breath he took. Despite everything Lilah had said, Becca kept remembering Chris’s hand on hers in the water Friday night. The way he’d sat with her on the beach in the moonlight, almost embarrassed as he talked about what he could do.
His affinity to water made sense. He reminded her of the sea, alluring and mysterious, calm on the surface, with who-knew-what brewing underneath. They’d read about the Sirens of Greek mythology in English last year, mermaids who coaxed sailors into the water to drown. Maybe she only felt it because she knew of his abilities, but when she was near him, she longed to find water, to stand in it with him and let it slick her skin.
You need to stay away from me.
“Miss Chandler?”
Becca jumped. “Sorry.”
“So you will try to work out your differences with Mr. Merrick?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I’ll try.”
She found Hunter waiting for her in the hallway. Becca hadn’t expected that.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “You didn’t have to wait.”
“I didn’t mind.”
She hesitated, then headed for the cafeteria. “I wanted to ask about switching partners.”
