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“Is this what happens when you become a Peithologian?” Allegra asked, looking around at the merry, drunken crew. “You cut curfew and dance around a fire?”
“Don’t forget the cheap cocktails. Very important,” Ben-dix said, nodding.
“This is it? This is what all the fuss is about?” She laughed. The Peithologians had a stellar, jealously guarded reputation at school.
“Pretty much. Oh, and every quarter we have a formal. One is clothing-optional, of course.”
“Of course.”
“And later we’ll have the annual Bad Poetry Contest.”
“So it’s mostly just…silliness?” Allegra asked, although she already knew the answer.
“Why? What do you guys do that’s so important in that Committee of yours?”
He knew she was in the Committee. Of course they had one at Endicott, since the school had a sizable group of Blue Blood students. She looked around at the new recruits and felt disappointed not to find her brother among the flushed faces. She knew Charlie would never have been picked, but she felt bad all the same. The Peithologians were one of the reasons her twin hated the school so much. At Endicott, no one thought much of the Committee. Everyone wanted to be part of the Peithologians.
“We do the same things….” Allegra shrugged.
“Yeah, I thought so. Someone should really bring back some old-school stuff. You know. Coffins. Murder. The peddling of influence.” He wagged his eyebrows and took a big sip from his oversized goblet. “Oh, here comes Texas. Forsyth. A word! Excuse me,” he told her. Bendix walked over to speak to Forsyth Llewellyn, who served as faculty adviser to the society.
Allegra raised her glass to Forsyth, who gave her a courtly nod of his head. He taught freshman English, and she’d seen him around campus. She remembered him, of course. She would never forget those who had been in cycle in Florence.
The party went on for a good hour or so until Bendix raised his voice. “Excuse me, excuse me, ahem.”
The crowd quieted, and he waited until he had their full attention. “It is time now to pay tribute and say the words of our founder.”
The veteran society members raised their glasses to the sky and, as one, recited the following poem:
“‘The Bird.’ By Killington Jones. ‘I think that I have never heard/ A song as lovely as a bird’s/With feathers light and beak bright red/The nests he builds to lay his head/Only the Lord can make a bird/But even I can write a turd.’ ”
“Right!” Bendix beamed. “Let the Bad Poetry Contest begin!”
Allegra listened, bemused, as a succession of wannabe poets recited a slew of truly terrible verse to the hooting crowd. Bendix brought the house down with his entry, “The Last Song of the Ice Fisherman on the Floes of Dear Old Norway.” It was tragically, comically awful, and he won first place.
When it was over, he walked over to her side. “Congratulations. You’re funny,” she said, poking him in the chest.
He caught her hand, and held her gaze.
“Ben—stop.” She smiled. “Let go,” she said, even though she liked the feel of his strong hand around hers. She liked Ben—and it was Ben now—Bendix was so serious and unlike his goofy character—and she didn’t mind that he called her Legs—she liked it. It was unserious. It was unlike her. He saw a side of her that no one had really seen yet. To the Blue Bloods, she would always be Gabrielle, the Virtuous, the Responsible, their Queen, their Mother, their Savior. But to Bendix Chase, she was not even Allegra Van Alen, she was Legs. It made her feel young, dangerous, and reckless. Qualities that did not apply to Gabrielle.
Plus, he was so very, very cute.
“Come here,” she whispered, pulling him close, tugging on that silly costume robe he was wearing.
“Huh?”
She pulled him closer, and when he saw what she wanted, his eyes became soft. He had the kindest blue eyes that she had ever seen. He was so beautiful, this boy, the most beautiful boy in the world—and when she lifted up her face to his, he bent down to meet her halfway, his arms encircling her waist, holding her tightly.
It was just a kiss, but already she knew there would be more.
Ben murmured. “Took you long enough to come around, Legs.”
“Mmm…” she agreed. She had wanted to take it slow. But what was the harm? He was only human. It was only a flirtation; at most he would end up her familiar. She had had many of those in her immortal lifetimes.
Allegra was still glowing from Ben’s kiss when she returned to her dormitory, only to run into her brother.
“Where have you been?” Charles demanded. “I’ve been looking for you. You weren’t at the Committee meeting tonight.”
