Yes. Yes. Yes. The word sat on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be released. She smiled, poised to say it, and-
"Can I borrow Lucas for a minute?" Burnett's deep voice shattered the moment. He stood behind them, six feet plus of solid vampire.
Lucas looked up at Burnett. "Is something wrong?"
"I need a word with you."
Lucas got up and left. Kylie watched them leave, so in shock from Lucas asking her to go out that she completely forgot to give Burnett a large ration of shit for agreeing to let Sara come to the camp.
* * *
A bit later, Kylie stood beside Perry while Chris announced names for the Meet Your Campmates hour. Lucas still hadn't come back from his talk with Burnett, and that worried her.
Looking up at Perry, Kylie asked, "How are we going to do this?"
He stared over at Miranda. "I pulled my name from the list."
"So we don't have to stay?" Kylie asked.
"I pulled my name. Not yours. I figured I could just tag along with you on your hour."
"Isn't that against the rules?"
"I'm sure Burnett wouldn't mind."
"Speaking of Burnett," Kylie said. "I didn't know you two knew each other."
"He told you?" Perry seemed surprised.
"No. Well, he sort of did when I asked him about it. But during the whole dragon thing, you said something about him telling you something when you were six."
"Oh," Perry said. "And what did Burnett say?"
"Just that he knew you from before. Was he like your foster contact person or something?"
"Yeah, sort of."
"And Kylie Galen..." Chris's voice rose, and so did Kylie's attention. She glanced to the front where Chris stood pulling names out of a hat. Yes, a real-life magician type of hat, too.
Obviously, Chris had decided to jazz up his few minutes in the limelight. "You are spending an hour with ... Ellie Mason."
"Oh, hell!" All her unresolved feeling about Derek and Ellie came bubbling to the surface.
"Oh, boy," Perry countered. "This should be loads of fun!"
Which only went to show how she and Perry had different definitions of fun.
* * *
A minute later, Kylie, Ellie, and Perry took off walking along one of the trails. For the longest time, none of them spoke.
"Where are we going?" Ellie broke the unspoken code of silence.
"Down by the creek bed," Kylie said.
"Okay," Ellie said.
They continued for another ten minutes, walking fast, supernatural fast. No one complained. At least not about the speed.
Ellie piped up again. "I'm new here, but I thought the objective of campmate hour was to talk-to get to know each other."
"So talk," Kylie snapped, and dodged a few limbs that seemed to try to reach out and grab her. She also dodged logic that said she should fake a huge migraine and send the little sex kitten on her way back to camp.
"Okay ... My name is Ellie Mason and I have a feeling you don't like me."
Kylie stopped and swerved around-she had the script down in her head for faking a sick headache. She wouldn't even have to fake it because now her head was actually throbbing. But when she opened her mouth, her words had nothing to do with migraines.
"Okay, let's get something out in the open. I know you had sex with Derek." Her voice seemed to bounce from tree to tree.
"Damn!" Perry said, and grinned. "This is gonna be better than I thought."
Chapter Twenty-five
Kylie glared at the shape-shifter.
Perry's smile vanished.
Kylie arched a brow. "Do it."
He frowned. "Not the deaf cat again," he pleaded. "I can't hear. My equilibrium is thrown off. It's like I'm in a vacuum."
She didn't look away until the sparkles started popping off like fireworks. Then she turned and faced Ellie, who stared wide-eyed at the cascading sparkles around Perry.
"Holy shit! I've never seen a shape-shifter transform before. I mean, I heard about what happens when they shift, but that is so cool."
"Did you hear what I said?" Kylie crossed her arms over her chest as fury built in the pit of her stomach.
"Did you see him change?" Ellie asked.
Kylie tapped her tennis shoe in the moist, rocky soil. "I said I know you had sex with Derek."
Ellie continued to stare at Perry, who was now a white, blue-eyed feline. There was a sudden silence in the woods. Kylie ignored it and focused on Ellie.
"Yeah, I heard you," Ellie said, still not looking at her. "And I'm purposely stalling, so I can figure out how to answer you." The dark-haired vamp released a deep breath and looked at Kylie. "Derek told you?"
Kylie nodded.
Ellie shook her head. "Just like Derek. He's one of those nice guys who think the truth is the best policy."
"You would have lied to me?" Kylie asked, searching for a reason to really dislike the girl. As if having sex with Derek weren't enough of a reason. But then again, Kylie and Derek hadn't had a commitment; they hadn't even gone out on an official date. And Derek and Ellie shared a past.
"Yup. I'd have lied," Ellie said. "Not for spite or anything. Just because ... well, what happened between me and Derek didn't mean crap, so what would be the point of letting that cause a bunch of shit?"
Kylie frowned. "If it didn't mean crap, then why did you do it?"
She shrugged. "Because I wanted it to mean something."
"That doesn't make sense," Kylie accused.
Ellie frowned. "Okay, look. I like Derek. A lot. I mean, he's hot, he's sweet, and so damn great. But ... there are just no sparks. Like before when we were dating. We had a lot of sparkless sex. I'm sure you've dealt with that, right?"
Kylie didn't correct her. Admitting she was a virgin to a stranger didn't sit well with her.
"So when he appears at this party, I'm feeling a tiny bit scared, slightly vulnerable, and he shows up like a knight in shining armor. And he looks hot, and I think maybe this time there'd be sparks." She shook her head. "But no sparks."
Kylie felt the air grow cold around them. Dead cold. Please not now, she said in her head.
"If he told you about the sex," Ellie continued, "then he also told you that as soon as it was over, we both were like ... 'God, that was a mistake.' And five minutes later, he's telling me about some girl he met named Kylie."
Kylie stared down at the ground, and she could swear it had just shifted beneath her feet. She glanced over at Perry, who sat on a tree limb, swatting at a butterfly.