thinking twice about it.
Unless he decided to play with me first. Which, knowing his father, is exactly what he would have done.
I owe Adam. Big-time.
But I’m not about to let him know it.
“How’d you get in there?” Adam wants to know. “Don’t even tell me you made it through the metal detector with that thing.”
“Of course I didn’t,” I say. Seriously, boys are so silly sometimes. “I got in through the skylight.”
“On the roof?”
“That is generally where they keep skylights,” I point out to him.
“You’re so immature,” Lila is saying to Ted. Her voice is soft and breathy, even if what she’s saying isn’t. She can’t help it, though. She’s just caught in Drake’s spell. “What on earth were you hoping to accomplish?”
“You’ve barely known this guy a day, Lila.” Ted’s got his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looks ashamed of himself … but defiant at the same time. “I mean, I could’ve gotten you into Swig if that’s where you’d wanted to go. Why didn’t you tell me? You know about my uncle Vinnie.”
“It’s not about what clubs Sebastian can get me into, Ted,” Lila is saying. “It’s about … well, just him. He’s … perfect.”
I have to swallow hard to keep down the vomit that’s risen into my throat.
“Nobody’s perfect, Li,” Ted says, before I have a chance to.
“Sebastian is,” Lila enthuses, her dark eyes glittering in the light from the single bulb illuminating the club’s emergency side door. “He’s so beautiful … and intelligent … and worldly … and gentle—”
That’s it. I’ve heard more than I can take.
“Lila,” I snap. “Shut up. Ted’s right. You don’t even know the guy. Because if you did, you’d never call him gentle.”
“But he is,” Lila insists, the glitter in her eyes fading to a warm glow. “You don’t even know—”
A second later—I’m not even sure how it happened—I have her by the shoulders, and I’m shaking her. She’s six inches taller than me and outweighs me by a good forty pounds.
But that doesn’t matter. In that moment, all I want to do is knock some intelligence into her.
“He told you, didn’t he?” I hear myself yell at her, hoarsely. “He told you what he is. Oh, Lila. You idiot. You stupid, stupid girl.”
“Whoa.” Adam is trying to pry my hands off Lila’s bare shoulders. “Hey, now. Let’s all calm down—”
But Lila wrenches herself out of my grasp and whirls on us with a triumphant expression.
“Yes,” she cries with that exultant throb in her voice I recognize only too well. “He told me. And he warned me about people like you, Mary. People who don’t understand—can’t understand—that he comes from a line as ancient and as noble as any king’s—”
“Oh my God.” I’m itching to slap her. The only reason I don’t is because Adam reaches out and grabs me by the arm—almost as if he’d read my mind. “Lila. You knew? And you went out with him anyway?”
“Of course I did,” Lila says with a sniff. “Unlike you, Mary, I have an open mind. I’m not prejudiced against his kind, the way you are—”
“His kind? His kind?” If it wasn’t for Adam holding me back—and murmuring, Hey, take it easy—I’d have thrown myself at her and attempted to beat some common sense into her vapid blond head. “And did he happen to mention how his kind survives? What they eat—or should I say drink—to live?”
Lila looks contemptuous. “Yes,” she says. “He did. And I think you’re making way too big a deal out of it. He only drinks blood he buys from a plasma center. He doesn’t kill—”
“Oh, Lila!” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Well, I mean, I can, considering that it’s Lila. Still, I would have thought that even she wouldn’t be naive enough to fall for that one. “That’s what they all say. They’ve been feeding that line to girls for centuries. I don’t kill humans. It’s total b.s.”
“Hold on.” Adam’s grip on my arm has gotten quite a bit looser. Unfortunately, now that I’m at liberty to do so, I don’t feel like smacking Lila anymore. I’m too disgusted. “What’s going on here?” Adam wants to know. “Who drinks blood? Are you talking about—Drake?”
“Yes, Drake,” I say tersely.
Adam stares down at me in disbelief, while beside him, his friend Ted whistles.
“Man,” Ted says. “I knew there was something I didn’t like about that guy.”
“Stop it!” Lila cries. “All of you! Listen to yourselves! Do you have any idea how bigoted you sound? Yes, Sebastian is a vampire—but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got the right to exist!”
“Uh,” I say. “Considering that he’s a walking abomination to humankind and has been feeding on innocent girls like you for centuries, actually, he doesn’t have the right to exist.”
“Wait a minute.” Adam is still looking incredulous. “A vampire? Come on. That’s impossible. There’s no such thing as vampires.”
“Oh!” Lila whirls toward him and stamps a foot. “You’re even worse than they are!”
“Lila,” I say, ignoring Adam. “You can’t see him again.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Lila insists. “He hasn’t even bitten me—even though I’ve asked him to. He says it’s because he loves me too much.”
“Oh my God,” I say in disgust. “That’s just another line he’s feeding you, Lila. Don’t you see? They all say that. And he doesn’t love you. Or at least, he doesn’t love you any more than a tick loves the dog it’s feeding off of.”
“I love you,” Ted says, his voice cracking on the word I. “And you dumped me for a vampire?”
“You don’t understand.” Lila tosses back her long blond hair. “He’s not a tick, Mary. Sebastian loves me too much to bite me. But I know I can change his mind. Because he wants to be with me forever, as much as I want to be with him forever. I know it. And after tomorrow night, we will be together forever.”
“What’s tomorrow night?” Adam wants to know.
“The prom,” I say woodenly.
“Right,” Lila prattles on. “Sebastian’s taking me. And though he doesn’t know it yet, he’s going to give in to me there. Just one bite and I’ll have eternal life. Come on, you guys, how cool is that? Wouldn’t you want to live forever? I mean, if you could?”
“Not that way,” I say. Something inside of me aches. Aches for Lila, and aches for all the girls who’ve gone before her. And will come after her, too, if I don’t do something about it.
“He’s meeting you at the dance?” I force myself to ask her. It’s hard to speak, because all I want to do is cry.
“Right,” Lila says. Her face still has the same vacant expression she wore inside the club, as well as earlier today in the lunchroom. “He’ll never be able to resist me—not in my new Roberto Cavalli gown, with my neck all exposed beneath the silver light of the full moon …”
“I think I’m going to throw up,” Ted volunteers.