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Elara plants herself at the mouth of the alley so he can’t get past, hoisting one hand on her hip. “Why are you following me?” she demands.
Kade stalks toward her, his dark brows pulled low over his stormy blue eyes. Elara almost takes a step back as his movement suddenly feels ominous. Predatory.
But she doesn’t.
In fact, she starts to feel annoyed. A growl climbs up her throat, almost as if she’s rising to the challenge.
He stops a few feet away. “Excuse me,” he says, the politeness a contrast to the scowl scrunching his face. “I’d like to get past.”
Elara digs her heels in. “I asked you a question.”
His lips thin in a way that’s fast becoming familiar, and for a terrible second, she thinks that maybe she’s totally wrong. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe everything has been one weird coincidence. After all, she hasn’t seen him for over a week.
He looks away. “I can’t answer your questions.”
She blinks. What does that even mean? “Then what can you tell me?” she snaps.
Kade’s jaw sets and he steps around her, clearly intending on leaving whether she likes it or not.
“What’s happening to me?” She means for the question to be a demand like the first one, but it comes out in almost a whisper. The thread of desperation is obvious.
Kade stills. “You’ll know at the next full moon.”
His blue eyes hold her for long seconds, almost as if he’s thinking of saying more, but instead he brushes past her, striding out of the alley.
Elara blinks, not sure what to process first.
There’s the scorching sensation where his arm brushed hers.
There’s the knowledge that Kade knows something.
And there’s the frustration that he has no intention of telling her.
8
Elara
Elara’s never tried to find Kade before, not really. She always assumed that it was because he was good at hiding, but now she realizes that she just hadn’t been sure what she would do if she found him. But when another week passes and she doesn’t see him again, and the strange over-sensitivity doesn’t go away, she decides it’s time for the stalkeeto become the stalker.
Thankfully, she has supportive friends, one of whom also happens to work part-time in the records office.
“So, will you do it?” Elara asks.
Jordyn stares at her in shock. Kira does as well, which is no mean feat. Not that Elara can exactly blame them. She knows that they’re worried about her recent change in attitude, and asking Jordyn to sneak into the records office and track Kade down doesn’t help.
They both know that Kade’s been following her, and they probably think that she’s going to kill him. She’s not sure what she’s going to do when she finds him, but she’s tired of feeling like she’s about to jump out of her skin, like she can’t breathebecause of all the noises and sensations around her. She wants answers, and it turns out convincing Jordyn to help her get them is not as hard as she expects. Maybe she senses this is important. Maybe she hopes this will have Elara returning to some sort of normality.
She sighs as she looks at Elara, then nods slowly. “Fine. I’ll text you when I get the info.” She grabs her jacket and heads out the door, leaving Elara holding her phone in a grip almost tight enough to shatter it.
A watched pot might never boil, but a watched phone does eventually chime, and Elara nearly tosses her phone into the ceiling when it does because she’s so startled by the sudden noise.
The answer is short and simple:veterinary science.
Elara smiles to herself—being well-liked around campus is going to be handy. She knows someone in the veterinary science program, and a few quick texts yield two Kades in the veterinary science program. Now, at the very least, she has a plan of attack.
The next day, she heads to the veterinary science labs, keeping nonchalant as she strolls past. The first has a class, but no Kade. The second has her heart lurching.
Kade’s sitting at one of the benches at the back, some sort of lab paraphernalia that strangely resembles Mouse Trap before him. He’s deeply engrossed in a textbook.
