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Z sniffed the cold air, but couldn't catch a scent. Instinct told him, though, that it was a male inside the sedan. Her brother? Most likely. He'd be the one who'd check out the scene.
That's right, buddy. Look at the front windows. See? Nothing's wrong. No one's in the house. Now do us both a favor and get the f**k out of here.
The sedan stayed put for what seemed like five hours. Then it backed out, did a K-turn in the street, and took off.
Z grabbed a deep breath of air. Christ... His nerves were too tight tonight.
Time passed. As he stood alone among the pines, he stared at Bella's house. And wondered if she'd be scared of him now.
The wind picked up, the cold getting rough with him and bleeding into his bones. With desperation, he embraced the pain that came with it.
Chapter Twenty-four
John stared across the desk in the study. Sarelle's head was down as she leafed through one of the ancient books, her short blond hair hanging in her face so that her chin was all he could see. The two of them had spent hours making a list of incantations for the solstice festival. Meanwhile, Wellsie was in the kitchen, ordering supplies for the ceremony.
As Sarelle turned another page, he thought she had really pretty hands.
"Okay," she said. "I think that's the last one."
Her eyes flashed up to his and it was like getting struck by lightning: a shock of heat and then a spacey disorientation. Plus he would have believed he glowed in the dark now, too.
She smiled and closed the book. Then there was a long silence. "So... um, I guess my friend Lash is in your training class."
Lash was her friend? Oh, terrific.
"Yeah... and he says you have the mark of the Brotherhood on your chest." When John didn't respond, she said, "Do you?"
John shrugged and scribbled on the edge of the list he'd made.
"Can I see it?"
He squeezed his eyes shut. Like he wanted her to get a load of his scrawny chest? Or that birthmark that had proven to be such a pain in the ass?
"I don't think you did it yourself, like they do," she said quickly. "And, I mean, it's not like I want to inspect it or something. I don't even know what one is supposed to look like. I'm just curious."
She moved her chair closer to his and he caught a whiff of the perfume she wore... or maybe it wasn't perfume. Maybe it was just... her.
"Which side is it on?"
As if his hand belonged to her, he patted his left pectoral.
"Unbutton your shirt a little." She leaned over to the side, her head angled so she could look at his chest. "John? Can I please see it?"
He glanced at the doorway. Wellsie was still talking on the phone in the kitchen, so she probably wasn't going to come barging in or anything. But the study still seemed way public.
Oh... God. Was he really going to do this?
"John? I just want to... see."
Okay, he was going to do this.
He stood up and nodded at the doorway. Without a word Sarelle followed right behind him, going all the way down the hall, all the way into his bedroom.
After they stepped inside, he shut the door most of the way and reached for the top button of his shirt. He willed his hands to be steady by vowing to saw them off if they embarrassed him. The threat seemed to work, because he unbuttoned the shirt down to his stomach without much trouble. He stretched the left side open and looked away.
When he felt a light touch on his skin, he jumped.
"Sorry, my hands are cold." Sarelle blew on her fingertips, then went back to his chest.
Good God. Something was happening in his body, some kind of wild shifting inside his skin. His breath grew short, strangled. He opened his mouth so he could get more air in.
"That is really cool."
He was disappointed when she dropped her hand. But then she smiled at him.
"So do you think you might want to go out sometime? You know, we could go to the laser-tag place. That could be cool. Or maybe the movies."
John nodded like the dummy he was.
"Good."
Their eyes met. She was so pretty, she made him dizzy.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she whispered.
John's eyes cracked open. Like a balloon had popped behind his head.
"Because I'd like you to." She licked her lips a little. "I really would."
Whoa... Chance of a lifetime, right here, right now, he thought.
Do not pass out. Passing out would be a total buzz kill.
John quickly called on every movie he'd ever seen... and got no help at all. As a horror fan, he was just swamped by visions of Godzilla stomping across Tokyo and of Jaws chewing on the ass end of the Orca. Big help.
He thought of the mechanics. Head tilt. Lean forward. Make the contact.
Sarelle glanced around, flushing. "If you don't want to, that's cool. I just thought..."
"John?" Wellsie's voice came from down the hall. And got closer as she kept talking. "Sarelle? Where are you guys?"
He winced. Before he lost his nerve, he grabbed Sarelle's hand, pulled her forward, and planted a good one right on her mouth, his lips tight against hers. No tongue, but there wasn't time, and he'd probably need to call 911 after something like that anyway. As it was, he was practically hyperventilating.
Then he pushed her back. And worried about how he'd done.
He risked a look. Oh... Her smile was radiant.
He thought his chest would explode with happiness.
He was just dropping his hand as Wellsie stuck her head in the door. "I need to go to - ah... I'm sorry. I didn't know that you two..."
John tried to marshal a nothing-special smile and then noticed that Wellsie's eyes were fixated on his chest. He looked down. His shirt was wide-open.
Scrambling to button the damn thing up just made the situation worse, but he couldn't help himself.
"I'd better go," Sarelle said easily. "My mahmen wanted me home early. John, I'll be on the computer later, okay? We'll figure out what movie to go see or whatever. Night, Wellsie."
As Sarelle walked down toward the living room, he couldn't resist glancing around Wellsie. He watched as Sarelle took her coat out of the hall closet, put it on, and got her keys from her pocket. Moments later the muted sound of the front door closing drifted down the hall.
There was a long silence. Then Wellsie laughed and pushed back some of her red hair.
"I, ah, I have no idea how to handle this," she said. "Except to say that I like her a lot and she has good taste in males."
John rubbed his face, aware that he was the color of a tomato.
I'm going to go for a walk, he signed.
"Well, Tohr just called. He was going to swing by the house and pick you up. Thought you might want to hang with him at the training center, since he's got some admin work to do. Anyway, it's your choice to stay or not. And I'm off to a Princeps Council meeting."
He nodded as Wellsie started to turn away.
"Ah, John?" She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Your shirt's... um, it's buttoned up kind of off-kilter."
He glanced down. And started to laugh. Even though he made no sound he just had to let his joy out, and Wellsie smiled, obviously happy for him. As he did the buttons up the right way, he had never loved the woman more.
Bella spent the hours after she returned to the mansion sitting up in Zsadist's bed with her diary in her lap. She didn't do anything with the journal at first, too caught up in what had happened at her house.
Jesus... She couldn't say she was surprised that Zsadist was every bit the menace she'd thought he was. And he'd saved her, hadn't he? If that lesser he'd killed had gotten its hands on her, she would have ended up back in a hole in the ground.
The trouble was, she couldn't decide whether what he'd done was evidence of his strength or his brutality.
As she decided it was probably both, she worried about whether he was okay. He'd been hurt and yet he was still out there, probably trying to find more slayers. God... What if he -
What if. What if... She was going to drive herself crazy if she kept this up.
Desperate for something else to focus on, she leafed through what she'd written in her journal over the past year. Zsadist's name had played a prominent role in the entries right before she'd been abducted. She'd been so obsessed by him, and couldn't say that had changed. Matter of fact, her feelings were so strong for him now, even after what he'd done tonight, that she wondered if she didn't...
Love him. Oh... man.
Suddenly she couldn't be alone, not with that realization shooting around her head. She brushed her teeth and her hair and made a go for the first floor, hoping she'd run into someone. Except halfway down the stairs, she heard voices from the dining room and came to a halt. The last meal of the night was in progress, but the idea of joining all the Brothers and Mary and Beth seemed overwhelming. Besides, wouldn't Zsadist be there? And how could she face him without giving herself away? No way that male was going to deal well with her loving him. No way.
