Dark Light (The Dark Light Series) (25 page)

I get to Briargate in record time, rushing to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. My mom is right on my heels, no doubt looking for an explanation for my absence.

“Sorry, Mom, fell asleep at Morgan’s last night. I would have called but I really didn’t expect to sleep all the way until morning,” I lie. I hate lying but there’s no way I could tell her about Dorian. She surely would not approve in light of everything else going on in my life.

“Well, I’m glad you’re safe. Please don’t scare us like that!” she says, clutching her chest. I feel bad for worrying them but right now is not a good time to bring home a guy for them to meet. “What would you like for breakfast?” 

“I already ate. I’m good,” I say, smattering on some mascara and lipgloss. I throw my hair back into a ponytail. This is all the primping I have time to achieve before my morning class starts. 

Donna follows me into my room where I pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Well, make sure you take your smoothie. I’ll put it in a travel cup for you.” 

“Thanks, Mom!” I call out, as she turns to leave, closing my bedroom door behind her. 

I change out of my skimpy undergarments, and put on something more practical before getting dressed. Then I step into my white sneakers and grab a hoodie before scampering to the kitchen for my smoothie. Chris has already left for work and I know I’m in for a stern look of disapproval this evening at dinner. Maybe I’ll eat at the mall to avoid the whole scene.

I pull up to the PPCC Rampart Range campus, and scramble out of my little Honda, walking briskly to my Art Appreciation class. It’s an easy enough class and honestly just an elective I chose for filler, but the instructor is overly strict about tardiness in her class. I walk in just as she’s closing the door and grab the first seat I see. Whew, that was close. I really don’t want to deal with her condescending attitude or the repercussions of my smart mouth. 

After my mundane morning classes, I head out to the atrium to meet up with Jared. His handsome, smiling face instantly puts me at ease when I approach our usual café table. I feel the tension of quizzes, homework, and mid-term papers evaporate when in his presence. 

“Hey there, Handsome. How was the rest of your weekend?” It’s amazing that things are this seamless even after the awkward kiss Saturday night. It seems like such a distant memory. 

“It was cool. Hit the gym, played a little football with the guys. You?” Jared looks just as beautiful as always- dazzling green eyes, chestnut hair and bright pearly white teeth. He’s wearing a heather grey V-neck tee with a hoodie and jeans. Even in his plain, everyday clothes, he looks more like a model than a college sophomore. 

“You know me, just hung out. I was pretty freaked out about Saturday but I’m fine now. Thanks for being there.” 

Jared is most definitely the first part of my coping mechanism. He helps to soothe my anxiety, while Dorian distracts me enough to put it out of my head. I hate to admit it, but it really seems like I’m using them both.
That’s because you are, asshole.
Wow, some friend I am.

“Of course, don’t worry about it. Hell, I was freaked out for you.” 

Jared runs his hair through his tousled locks. Just as I’m thinking how sexy he looks when he does that, I realize why it turns me on so much.
Dorian does it.
His intrusion into my thoughts carries a fresh wave of guilt. 

“Yeah, crazy shit. Obviously that so-called fortune teller was a fraud,” I murmur.

“Did you say fortune teller?” a strange guy from a nearby table chimes in. I’ve seen him before but we’ve never spoken, and we’re definitely not familiar enough for him to be listening to our conversation. I give him a sharp look. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help but wonder if this is the same woman.” Mr. Nosy hands us today’s newspaper. Jared and I both zero in on the front page story.

Icepick Murderer Still At Large

Latest victim local carnival fortune teller

Jared and I look at each other with shock and horror etched on our faces. The fortune teller was killed and I know that I had something to do with it. I can’t help but feel responsible for her death. She knew what I was, she could tell. She was genuinely scared of me and had every right to be. Her involvement with me pretty much put the nail in her coffin.

“Says here she died sometime last night. Maybe she played that prank on the wrong person? Poor old woman,” Jared mutters, but I can hardly make sense of what he’s saying. 

“Jared, I’ve gotta go,” I say gathering my books and purse. 

I’ve got to get away from here; no one is safe with me around. First Summer and now the fortune teller. Seems like anyone I have an issue with ends up dead. Great, the detectives will surely have a field day with this.

“What? What about class?” Jared is confused at my reaction. He is still thinking this is just a coincidence, not quite adding up all the facts.

“Take notes for me. I have to get home.” 

I dart out of the building and don’t stop until I am safely in my car. I look around me cautiously as I pull out of the parking lot, making sure that I’m not being followed. When I pull up to my house, I’m panting rapidly as if I’ve run the entire way. 

“
Fuck!
” I scream, slapping my palms against the steering wheel. How could I have been so stupid? How could I let this happen? People are dying because of me and all I can think about is my insignificant-ass love life. This has to end
now
.

I run into the kitchen hoping that Donna skipped her 11:30 class but come up disappointed. Could my parents be next? Oh no, my friends! They would be so caught off guard they wouldn’t even have a chance to defend themselves. And Dorian.
Oh God, not Dorian.
I pull out my cell phone and begin keying a mass text message to my friends.

To Morgan, Jared, James, Miguel, 11:46 A.M.

-Are you all ok? Please respond ASAP.

I receive a chorus of chimes a moment later.

From James, 11:47 A.M.

-All good here. You?

From Morgan, 11:47 A.M.

-Headed to work. Later, bitch
;)

From Miguel, 11:48 A.M.

-Some of us do have class to attend, Gabs. LOL

From Jared, 11:49 A.M.

-What’s going on, Gabs? You’ve really got me worried about you. Call me later, ok?

Good. They’re all safe and sound for now. 

To Morgan, Jared, James, Miguel, 11:50 A.M.

-Just be careful, guys.

I look back down at my cell phone. Chris can’t keep his cell on him at work and I know Donna keeps hers in a locker at the gym. Now Dorian. But how do I do that without making him feel like I’m checking on him? Yes, he said I wasn’t just some casual fling but he also didn’t say what I am to him. I could very well be just some chick he’s banging for the time being. I bite the bullet and begin to construct a text message.

To Dorian, 11:53 A.M.

-Thank you for breakfast. And dinner. And dessert :) Hope you have a great day.

There. I know I shouldn’t be worried about morning-after text etiquette during a time like this, but there’s something about Dorian that makes me overly aware and self-conscious.

Ding! Ding!

From Dorian, 11:55 A.M.

-How about lunch? I’m sure dessert is appropriate then too.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give to let Dorian make me forget the knowledge of the fortune teller’s death. But now more than ever, I have to be cautious about our encounters. Maybe I should warn him so he can be aware and make the decision to stick around for himself.

To Dorian, 11:57 A.M.

-Gotta work in a couple hours. Maybe meet me at Starbucks later so we can talk?

-Sure. Dumping me already?

Dorian’s playfulness makes a smile spread across my face. Even his texted words work magic on my mood.

To Dorian, 11:59 A.M.

-You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. See you around 6.

Knowing that all my friends are safe for now fractionally eases my mind. I know I can’t keep tabs on them throughout the day and I’m just as defenseless as they are, but I would never forgive myself if something happened to them. And I would definitely be out for blood as soon as I ascend.

When I arrive at the mall a few hours later, I’m determined to put the day’s disclosures behind me. I smile and greet my coworkers then head to the back stockroom to stow my belongings and put on my nametag.

“Feeling better, Gabi-girl?” Felicia beams.
Sheesh, does this chick have an OFF switch?

“Yes, thanks. Hope it wasn’t too busy.”

“Oh, it was fine. Nothing we couldn’t handle. Pretty dull actually. I bet people are scared to go out with that killer on the loose.” 

The reminder brings it all back to the surface. Knowing that a Dark One is killing innocents because of me is just too hard to forget. I nod at Felicia politely then head to straighten some clothing racks. So much for my positive outlook.

By 5:50 P.M., I am practically running out of the store. If I fold another pair of jeans or hang another shirt without caffeine, I will surely strangle someone. I head to the stockroom bathroom to check my hair and apply a fresh coat of lipgloss. I’ve upgraded my outfit from this morning with a knit top and my favorite boots and curled the ends of my long ponytail with the prospect of seeing Dorian. Satisfied with my appearance, I head down to Starbucks, almost skipping with each step.

Dorian is sitting at our usual table and I smile at the magnificent sight of him. He’s still dressed in his dark suit, though he’s ditched his tie and has unfastened the top buttons of his white dress shirt. He’s has two disposable cups again and I resist the urge to grab him by the face and plant a wet kiss on his lips.

“Hey,” I smile ruefully sitting in the chair across from him. He still makes me so anxious; it’s as if I can’t gather the right words when he’s around.

“Hey yourself,” Dorian jibes, sliding one of the cups towards me.

“Thanks,” I say, taking a sip of the hot latte.
Mmmmm. 

“So you wanted to talk?” he says with a raised eyebrow.
God, he’s sexy when he does that.

“Try not to look so damn hot and maybe I’ll be able to get my head together,” I say before I can stop myself. The remark causes Dorian’s eyes to flash momentarily, obviously taken aback. He must’ve been prepared for one of
those
talks. “It’s nothing bad, Dorian. Well, not for you, I hope. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“Oh? How about from the beginning?” His shoulders have obviously relaxed and he sips his own beverage.

The beginning?
Absolutely not. But I have to tell him
something
. I sigh heavily and let my shoulders slump. Just having to say it out loud makes my stomach snarl with worry. 

“I think someone is trying to hurt me. And I’m afraid they’ll go after my friends to get to me,” I say lowly. I can’t even bring my eyes up to meet his in fear that he’ll laugh in my face at the outrageous claim.

“I see,” Dorian says stiffly. “Have you told anyone else?” The question causes my eyes to dart to his. He’s serious. He believes me without question.

“No,” I shake my head. “I just thought you should know. Being around me could put you in danger. And I wanted you to be able to make the decision whether or not I’m worth the trouble.” I can feel a lump forming in my throat at the thought of losing Dorian and I take a sip of hot coffee in an attempt to wash it down.

“Don’t worry about me. You’re going to have to scare me off some other way,” he smirks. I am genuinely relieved and overjoyed that Dorian is willing to stick around, though I wish he’d take heed. “Do you have any idea who might want to hurt you?”

“Not really. And I don’t know how I can keep my friends out of the crosshairs without revealing too much.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Dorian shakes his head. “I’ll take care of it. And don’t let this get to you. No one is going to hurt you while I’m around.” 

His bravery is endearing, though I know he doesn’t stand a chance against the Dark force that is hunting me. I wish I could warn him but I know it would mean trouble for us both. And I refuse to bring that to his doorstep. 

“Thanks, Dorian. But I don’t know what you could really do in this situation. Let’s just say it goes beyond anything I could ever fathom. Beyond our worst fears, our worst nightmares.” I know I need to shut up right now before Dorian starts to probe for more information.

Dorian nods, slightly smirking. Does he think I’m joking? I begin to feel my face heat from his lack of confidence in my admonition. 

He runs his hand through his black locks, disturbing them from their once neat style. I like it better like this anyway. Makes him look like the bad boy Dorian that likes to give it to me rough and hard. The heat that began to flush my face makes its way down south.

“I had been living my nightmares, Gabriella. Finding you has freed me from them. No one is going to take you from me.” His words are so earnest and unexpected, I can’t stop my hand from reaching out and touching his. He turns his hand and lets his thumb caress the inside of my palm. “And your friends will be safe. I’ll see to it personally.” 

I really don’t know how to respond to Dorian’s admission. He seems so confident and protective, I don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t stand a chance against my supernatural assailant. I need to just let him believe that he can help and try to keep him as far away from my secret life as possible.

“Thank you for the massage. It was the best one I’ve ever had. My neck isn’t sore at all,” I say slyly, hoping to steer the conversation into less somber territory.

“What a pity. I like to make you sore,” Dorian remarks. His blue eyes smolder under his dark lashes, and I feel the familiar throbbing down below. The way my body reacts to him always surprises me.

“I like it too,” I murmur. Wow, I’m getting pretty bold. And what’s even more shocking, I really do like it when Dorian gets aggressive with me sexually. I’ve never been into that kind of thing with anyone else, but with Dorian it just seems so damn erotic.

“Careful, little girl. I might take you right here on this table if you keep this up. And I won’t care who watches.”