Curse of the Sphinx (23 page)

“Well, you look like you’ve been in boot camp or survival training.” She reached out and traced the scab on his neck.

“You’re not far off,” he replied with a snort. “It felt like boot camp. I was working for my dad.”

“Working for your dad? I thought you said your dad owned a courier business?” She frowned, pulling away to look at him.

“Yeah, and a guide service.” He shrugged with the reminder.

“So were you delivering a package or giving a tour?” She worried the tassels of a pillow.

“I was searching for something that got lost.”

“A package got lost?” She swallowed. “Or a person?” What kind of business was this? And why did he look like he’d been in a war zone?

Athan laughed. “Don’t worry.” He took her hand away from the pillow fringe.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” It shouldn’t matter, but it did.

“No,” he replied, staring down at their entwined hands. “But I’m close. I know it,” he whispered to himself. He traced circles on the back of her hand. “What about you? What did you get sick with?”

Hope relayed the same lie she’d told Haley only minutes before.

“Ugh, that’s awful.” His gaze travelled over her face and stopped at her neck a moment. “All better now, though?” His eyes met hers.

She nodded.

“Well, that’s lucky.” He touched the base of her throat. “Are you feeling up to going to the observatory? We could go look at the stars.”

She flinched at his touch as much as the suggestion. “I think I’d rather stay in, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”

He shrugged. “You choose.”

He released her hand, and she stood to put something in the DVD player. She grabbed the case that was sitting on top of the rest of the stack: What’s Up, Doc? Her mom’s favorite. She put it in and pushed Play.

Athan stretched out the length of the sofa. “Here, come lay down in front of me,” he said.

She shook her head. “No. You look like you need it. I’ll sit right here.” She grabbed a couple of pillows and made a makeshift chair up against the couch. She took his hand and draped it over her shoulder.

He leaned forward, and she twisted to meet his lips. The kiss was tender and soft, and Athan pulled away with a smile. “Do you want to watch the movie . . . or something else?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“No, let’s watch the movie. I think you’ll like it, and I could use a laugh.”

They both chuckled and hooted throughout the movie, the slapstick humor was ridiculous, charming, and . . . distracting. It was just what she wanted—really, what she needed. When it was over, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and stretched out on the floor next to her.

“That was hysterical.”

“I’m glad you liked it. My mom said you could always judge a person’s sense of humor by watching that movie with them.”

“Oh, so it was a test?” He arched his brow.

“Yeah,” she countered, “and you failed. Miserably.” She reached out and touched his nose.

“Do you think your mother would have liked me?”

She sighed. “Yeah.” But she wouldn’t let me be with you. We would’ve moved as soon as you showed interest in me, or me in you. I would have been gone before you knew it. The thoughts came unbidden and unwanted, and she fought for control.

“Hope.” He touched his finger to her lips. “I’m crazy about you.”

Thoughts scattered into a swirl of colors, and her breath caught. “Really?”

He pulled back. “Haven’t I made it obvious?”

She reached out and stroked the tired shadows, traced his nose, and then his lips. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t lie, and there was no way to down play her feelings.

“I’m pretty crazy about you, too.” The truth tore at her heart.

“Is that a problem?” His brows pinched together.

“No, it’s just . . .”

“You know you can trust me, right?”

“I do trust you.” But even as she said the words, she knew they were a lie.

“Come here.” He stood and pulled her up to him. His fingers traced her lips, and he drew closer. “You have turned my world upside down, and I don’t think it will ever be the same.” Their breath mingled, and his scent was overwhelming.

It was too much. She took a step back.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His hands dropped to his side as he studied her.

She closed her eyes. “Yes.” She sighed. “It’s just . . . I’ve never had a boyfriend before.” That wasn’t the whole of it.

He chuckled and stepped up to her, tracing her face with his forefinger. “I promise I’ll take it slow, and you can always say no. To anything. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to be happy. I want you to feel safe.”

And then he was kissing her. His lips were soft, barely brushing hers, again and again. Her breathing became shallow as he kissed her jawbone, her neck, and pulled her hoodie to kiss the base of her throat. His hands slid down her back to her hips, and he pulled her into him.

Hope let go of her worry. Let go of her fear. There was a stirring, and she yearned to be closer. She gripped at his arms, drawing the embrace tighter. His lips parted, and her world exploded. Emotions of vibrant colors pulsed through her body, heat and light, sweetness and desire.

He backed her against the door, his hands at her neck and then in her hair. His body pushed up against hers. “Hope,” he breathed her name, and kissed her again. He tugged at her sweatshirt, and she pulled it off.

Her fingers splayed across his back, clinging to him. She could not get close enough, and it felt like she was drowning in happiness.

Athan kissed her neck, and then pulled back with a ragged breath. “Hope, please stop.”

Her eyes drew down in confusion. “What’s the matter? Did I do something?” Her hands fell to her sides. Hurt and doubt crowded in and pushed at the passion she’d felt only seconds before.

He traced over her collarbone, leaving the warmth of his fingers. “You are perfect.” He bent, kissed her softly on the mouth, but pulled away before it could go any further. His features battling in a mixture of desire and restraint, he glanced down at her neck again before meeting her eyes. “I . . . I need to go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Don’t forget to lock up.”

And he was gone.

Hope grabbed her sweatshirt off the floor and threw it over the couch. What in the name of Hades?

As she stood in front of the mirror brushing her teeth, she saw it.

She leaned forward and touched the scab from where the Skia blade had cut her. What the Kracken was that? Not only was the scab black, but the surrounding skin was dusky with streaks of pitch.

Oh gods.

No wonder Athan took off. He probably thought she had some disease—

No.

He’d said she was perfect after he’d seen it. And he’d touched it.

What did he know?

“NICE FACE, KRISTA.”
Tristan chuckled.

“Shove off, D-bag.”

Hope turned to see Krista, the skin around her eyes still mottled yellow and purple. Their eyes met, and Krista glared.

“What are you looking at, harpy? Gloating because you broke my nose?”

Hope cringed at the thought. She leaned forward to apologize, and then stopped herself. “I didn’t attack you, Krista. All I did was block.” She straightened her shoulders. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to fight.” She went to her locker leaving Krista sputtering among their friends.

“What the Kracken, Hope?” Seconds later, Haley pushed Hope’s locker closed. “You never called me back.”

Hope frowned at her friend. “I thought we agreed that we’d just see each other at school.”

Haley raised her eyebrows as she gave Hope a once over. “Was Athan over late? Is that why you’re wearing that?” She plucked at the high collar on Hope’s shirt.

Hope batted her hand away. “Eww. No. I mean yes . . . and no.” She turned and dialed her combination. “He was over late, but we just kissed.” The blush spread from head to toes.

“Oh. Well, too bad for you, I guess.”

Hope grabbed her mythology book. “No, I think we did all right.” Her eyes widened.

Athan strode down the hall, his glowering expression sending underclassmen scattering.

Haley turned around, took one look at Athan and faced Hope. “Ah, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at lunch?” She didn’t even wait for Hope to answer.

“I want to talk with you,” he growled.

“Okay.” What was his problem? “Uh, if it’s going to take longer than five minutes—”

“It won’t.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a stairwell.

“Athan . . . my locker . . .” Hope turned as if she could still reach and close it.

“It’ll be fine. It’s not like there’s anything of value in there.”

She disagreed. Her books. Her work . . .

“Get out,” he snarled, and the couple kissing on the stairs ran past them.

“What’s up with you?” She wrenched her arm free.

“With me? Ouia, what’s up with you?”

“What are you talking about? Not much has changed since last night when you were over.”

He took a deep breath and released a slow exhale. “Do you want to tell me where you got that . . . cut on your neck?” His fists clenched and unclenched.

She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“Why? Because I think I should know.”

“You think you should know? Um, last time I checked it was my body. My life.”

“Are you serious? You get injured, and you don’t think I deserve to know?” He yelled.

It was like someone had thrown a switch. The young man she thought she knew was gone. And this person was a complete stranger.

“What’s going on with you?” She couldn’t reconcile the difference in her mind.

“What’s going on with me? Gods, Hope. I said you could trust me. You said you did. And now . . . You won’t even tell me how you got hurt?”

“Why does it matter? I’m fine.” Well, mostly she was fine. The pain was gone this morning, and aside from a small ache . . .

“How can you even be standing here?” He reached out and grabbed the top of her collar, pulled it down so the blackened skin was exposed. “How does something like that happen?”

She grabbed his wrist and threw his arm back. “How dare you. Don’t—”

“If you can’t be honest with me…”

She drew herself up and clenched her fists. “Are you kidding me? What about you? Where did you go with your dad? And how did you get all beat up? How about you tell me what you’re hiding?”

He exhaled. “I already told you. I wasn’t in a fight. I’ve been helping my father.”

“Right. With his courier service.”

“This isn’t about me.” He ran his hand through his hair. “If you can’t be honest with me, maybe we shouldn’t be together.” Without waiting for her reply he turned and left.

Her heart fell into her stomach, and she gaped after him. What just happened? Hope sat on the bottom step.

The bell rang.

She felt like there was a flashing sign in her mind . . . Does not compute. With her world upside down, Hope went to close her locker.

She slammed the door, shutting out the pity that had followed her all day. She saw it in Haley’s eyes. Felt it in the conversation. And by the end of school, everyone knew.

The ache in her chest had nothing to do with the Skia blade, but she wished it did. Perhaps, if he had cut just a little deeper?

She shook her head. What in the name of Hades was she thinking?

Good gods! She was not going to let Athan breaking up with her turn her into a moping child.

Hope reviewed the last several days with sudden clarity.

Skia were watching her. Her principal had all but threatened to expel her. Her boyfriend . . . She got tingles when she thought about him, and then wanted to slap herself. If she was anyone else she would slap herself. Because her ex-boyfriend was a liar. She didn’t know what about, but did it matter? Well, maybe he wasn’t lying, per se, but . . . He was being deceitful. And it didn’t even matter because they weren’t together.

She should leave Goldendale.

Start over.

It’s what her mom would have recommended weeks ago.

She took a quick trip to DT Moving Supplies on Main Street. The sun was just setting, when Hope started packing. One by one she pushed the boxes into the living room. Linens. Toiletries. Dishes.

Even while her heart was breaking, she knew it was for the best.

She liked Haley. She liked Athan. Hades, she like liked Athan. But he didn’t like her. Besides, there was nothing safe about staying in Goldendale.