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Then she heard his voice, low and lethal. “Get out of here before I kill you.”
They did. Two ran off through the grass. Three dragged the other two, swearing while they went.
And then she was alone with Chris. For an instant, all she could hear was the freezing rain and the rush of her shaking breath.
“Becca.” Chris moved closer, but he stopped a few feet in front of her. She heard the whisper of fabric as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Becca. Are you hurt?”
She shook her head, then realized he probably couldn’t see it. “N-no.”
He stepped close enough to swing his jacket around her shoulders, then stepped back. The lining was still warm from his body. She clutched at the material, pulling it close.
“Put your arms through the sleeves,” he said, his voice low. “You’ll be warmer.”
She nodded and threaded her arms through the holes. The sleeves were long, leaving her hands covered. She felt like a little girl wearing Daddy’s clothes.
The thought was so incongruous with what she’d just gone through she started crying.
“Becca.” She heard the anguish in Chris’s voice. He’d stepped closer, but he didn’t touch her. “Becca, I’m so sorry.”
She flung her arms around his neck, then pressed her face into his shoulder. It was probably wholly inappropriate, but she couldn’t stand here and carry all this weight by herself.
He stiffened, and for a fraction of a second, she thought he might reject her.
But then his arms came around her back, and his head dropped until she could feel his breath against her hair.
She held him tight, so tight, but he didn’t pull away.
CHAPTER 32
Chris stood in the rain and held her until she stopped shaking. Even then, she didn’t let go, so he didn’t, either.
Probably a good thing, since Drew and his friends wouldn’t have made it back to the school if he’d been able to go after them.
“Did you make the rain warm?” she asked, her voice thick.
“Yeah.” But he couldn’t make the air warm, so he probably wasn’t helping much.
A moment passed. “Thank you.”
He nodded.
She drew back and looked up at him. “No—I mean thank you. For—for—”
“It’s all right,” he said. “Shh, Becca. It’s all right.”
Lightning flashed. Thunder growled in the sky, closer now.
It sounded like a warning. He was alone in this field, a sitting duck at a time he should be with his brothers. The rain was still singing along his skin, looking for adventure.
Danger, danger, danger.
Becca pressed her face against his shoulder again, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
o;No,” said Chris. His thoughts felt pulled in too many directions. “He did that. He knows, Nick. What we are. He knows. He’s one of us.”
“We’ll find him. I’ll get Gabriel. You go—”
“No, you go.” Chris staggered toward the door. He wished his head would settle. He probably looked drunk. “I need to find Becca.”
