I stared up at him, shocked to hear him put it out there so bluntly. Words—and I always had words—totally escaped me. I would have had you by now. I was pretty sure I knew what he meant.
“So don’t tell me I’m like other pures.”
“Aiden—I’m—”
“Forget it.” He released me, a cool mask slipping onto his face. “Practice is over.”
Aiden left the room, and I stood there for several minutes. I’d never really argued
with him before. Not like that. Sure, we disagreed on things all the time—like favorite TV shows. He liked the golden oldies—the kind they showed in black and white. I hated them. We’d come close to knocking each other out over that, but we’d never argued over who we were.
To add insult to injury, Guards were searching my room when I returned to the dorm. I don’t know what they were looking for. Did I have a daimon hidden in my sock drawer, or evidence I was going to pounce on the next pure and suck up their aether stashed away with my undies? I stood by—powerless to stop them—and when they were done my stuff was a mess. It took me a better part of the evening to clean my room.
After I’d showered and slipped on my pajamas, I paced the room. I kept revisiting the lovely conversation I’d had with Aiden, and my stomach did the twisting thing again. I needed to apologize, because I’d been out of line. And to hear him say what he had? That if he’d wanted to be like other pures—he would have had me?
So caught up in my thoughts, I banged the sensitive part of my elbow into the doorframe. I cursed and bent over, gasping. Standing there, with sharp pain shooting through my arm, I thought of Mom. About whether or not she really did look relieved the instant before she simply crumbled away. Had I seen the glimmer of relief in her eyes because I’d wanted to see it? Because I’d wanted to believe I’d done the right thing by killing her?
Aiden believed that I’d done the right thing. And I… well, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
A soft knock sounded, then it came again, and there was no denying that someone had knocked on the window in my bedroom.
Caleb? Maybe he’d changed his mind and brought some movies over. Thrilled over the prospect of hanging out with him, I went to the window and drew the blind up.
“Crap.” I recognized the back of the blond head. “Seth.”
CHAPTER 4
SETH SPUN, POINTING TO THE LOCK ON THE WINDOW. “OPEN,” HE mouthed.
I planted my hands on my hips. “Why?”
His stare became dangerous. “Now.”
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the window and pushed it up. I had about a second to step back before he jumped through the window like a damn alley cat. My room was dark, but I could make out the eerie glow to his eyes.
“What do you want? Hey! Don’t shut that window. You’re not staying.”
“Do you want me to leave it open so the next Guard who makes his rounds looks in here and sees me in your bedroom?” He shut the window and pulled the rope on the blinds. They clattered against the windowsill.
“I’ll tell them you forced your way in here.” I walked over to the lamp and switched it on. Hanging out in a dark bedroom with Seth wasn’t on my list of things to do at the moment.
Seth smiled. “I wanted to apologize for not being at training today.”
I watched him with a general sense of wariness. He tossed a few loose strands out of his eyes as he surveyed me with almost the same look. “Apology accepted. You can now leave.”
“Do something to your arm?”
“Huh?”
He leaned over, brushing his fingers over the elbow I’d just cracked. “This.”
There was a small, barely visible red spot. “How in the world can you see that? I hit it on the door a few minutes ago.”
A grin slipped over Seth’s lips. “You’re so unbelievably graceful. Should I kiss it and make it better for you?”
I could tell he was only half joking. His presence around the Covenant had created quite the stir. So had his… extracurricular activities. If bed-hopping ever became a major sport, Seth would go pro. Or so I’d heard. I stepped around him. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”
He followed me around the edge of the bed. “I’ve been told my lips can make a girl forget just about anything. You should try it out.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Anyway, why were you with Lucian instead of at practice?”
“Alex, that’s none of your business.”
Somehow I’d cornered myself between the wall and the bed. “He’s my stepfather. It’s my business.”
“What crazy logic you have.”
My hands curled into fists. “Look, you can leave now. You apologized. Bye.”
His smile increased as he looked around my room. “I think I’ll stay. I kind of like it here.”
“What?” I sputtered. “You can’t stay. It’s against the rules.”
Seth laughed deeply. “Since when do you care about rules?”
“I’m a changed person.”
“When did you change? Just right now? ‘Cuz I heard about your smackdown in the cafeteria yesterday.” A mischievous grin played across his lips. “By the way, that was made of awesome.”
“Really? No one else thinks it was awesome. They said I was being… irrational.” I pushed away from the wall and dropped on the bed. “Do you think I’m irrational?”
Seth sat down beside me, his left leg pressing against mine. “Is that a trick question?”
I scooted to the top of the bed. “So I’m irrational?”
He twisted at the waist and stretched out on his side. “You’re a bit crazy. You throw apples in people’s faces when you’re angry. You go off half-cocked half the time. It entertains me to no end. So if you are irrational, I hope you stay that way. I love it.”