Secrets and Shadows (30 page)
“What?”
Voice deeper, he rasped a confession. “You’re
killing
me.”
“What? How?”
“Every time we touch … whenever I catch your scent … or see or hear you flirting … I just want…”
“What?”
He looked away.
“What do you want, Pietr?”
“I want
you
.”
“Wha—?
Ohhh
.” I stepped backward. Stumbling, I tried to reason it out. “It’s because of your bizarre metabolism, isn’t it? Like—your biological clock is ticking or something. You guys mature at a different rate, right, so it’s your normal…”
He barked out a laugh. A very nervous laugh. “
Da
. My normal.” He rubbed his eyes, clearing the red.
“Alexi says I’m running hot—my system’s not synched up yet with the changes.”
“This—was this…?”
“My secret. I want you,” he grated out. “And I can’t … I need to be focused to find a way to get Mother out. I can’t be thinking about
you
every seven minutes.…”
“Every seven minutes?” Wasn’t that how often my Health Ed book postulated guys thought about sex?
Why did I remember
that
and stil struggle with the order of planets in our galaxy?
Pietr’s burgundy blush confirmed my hypothesis.
I fumbled for my worry stone, trying to get a handle on a lot more than just it.
“Wait. Sarah can hug and kiss you and…?”
His mouth turned up in a cruel smile. “Nothing.”
“But…” I stepped forward, resting my hands on his chest.
Tenderly he took my wrists and stepped away. Again. “Let’s not test my self-control.” He shivered, letting me see his human form quake and his eyes glow, the wolf dancing just beneath his skin, begging to run free.
“What would happen if you
did
lose control? Oh.” I drew back. “It’s not like in those vampire books, is it?
”
This time, he laughed in earnest. “No. We may not be Romeo and Juliet or Lorenzo and his Jessica, but we certainly aren’t
them,
either. I have no desire to drink your blood.”
“But what you
do
want to do—”
“Neither of us is ready for. It doesn’t matter. The wolf’s winning most of the time—confusing my impulses and reactions. When I’ve tamed him, we’l have … other issues,” he said like a promise, no threat at al .
“Huh.” Issues I had plenty of.
“Being away from you hasn’t helped,” he admitted. “I’ve used Sarah’s scent as a shield too often. I’ve built a tolerance.”
I tugged at my hair. “Pietr, Sarah’s…” I couldn’t say it. Didn’t want to think it.
“
Da
. I know. Every guy’s already congratulated me for
nothing
. She must have real y been—”
“
Popular
,” I concluded. “Ugh!” I hopped from foot to foot in frustration. “This sucks. So I’m not al owed to hug or kiss you … until when?”
“Until my self-control comes back.”
“Do you have an ETA on that self-control?”
He snorted. “I’ve been working on it,” he groaned. “Believe me, Jess. I’m struggling. You—you’re my Vassilissa—”
From the il ustration he’d given me for my birthday—the il ustration that now hung above my bed.
“My light in this darkness.”
I sighed. “Just to review—you lose control and—”
“Change.”
“And—what? Hump my leg?”
“
Nyet
.” He chuckled. “But it’d be bad if a wolf ran loose between classes.”
“Point taken. Wait. How come after you tried to change your service learning assignment and I kissed you, you didn’t—?”
“I fought like hel ,” he groaned, scrubbing at his hair with his hands. “And then I did a few laps around the track. My personal best, by the way. I beat you to class by moments.”
“Oh.” It was an ego trip of huge proportions. I could make a guy crazy and not in the set-a-fire-in-the-shape-of-my-name crazy sort of way. And I was making the right guy crazy. Okay, probably poor Smith, too. But he was col ateral damage. Pietr was my target.
And I was right on.
“You can’t be my friend?”
“
Nyet
. I want so much more than just friendship from you.”
“Huh.”
That
I could deal with. “We’re not between classes now,” I murmured.
I grabbed him so fast he didn’t have a chance to dodge. Lips crushing his, I moved my mouth with a fervor I’d never felt before, and he reciprocated with unmatched heat and hunger: my kiss ful of al the confusion, pain, and hope I’d been feeling since he first changed—his kiss strong as our mutual need for reunion. And in a moment my human Pietr fel back, blurred, and the wolf burst free of his clothing and raced away.
I pushed the shredded outfit with the toe of my boot. He wouldn’t wear
that
again. I’d have to correct Cat about wolves exploding out of their clothing.
I laughed my first real laugh in weeks.
My cel phone rang. “Yeah, Dad. We’re on our way. Rio did great. Yeah—I didn’t do half bad, either.”
The autumn breeze snatched at my hair and nipped at my neck as I stepped off the bus. Glad the school doors were only a few quick steps away, I was surprised to find Sarah waiting for me. More than surprised. Frightened, actual y.
She let out a long sigh and raced over. Before I could think to defend myself she grabbed me in a fierce embrace. I struggled to mask my shock, peering over her head ful of soft, angelic blond curls and searching for a clue about her behavior up until the moment she released me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep the apprehension from edging into my voice.
She pouted, her lips perfect for the expression. “It’s Pietr,” she said.
“Oh. What happened?” I hoped the question sounded better to her ears than it did to mine.
“He broke up with me.”
“Oh.” What could I say? Not I’m sorry you broke up, because I wasn’t. I couldn’t lie about that. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, Sarah,” I managed.
As the morning continued, I started believing Pietr wasn’t coming to school at al . Although Sarah was hanging around, Derek, her current cohort, was seldom seen. Of course, Max was constantly throwing Amy and myself in shadow, total y on guard.
Even playing the gruff guardian there was a new light in Max’s eyes everytime he looked at Amy.
I became comfortable with Sarah not knowing Pietr’d broken up with her for me. But when Sarah announced, “He broke up with me over the phone,” I thought almost exactly what Amy said.
“That gutless wonder!” Hands on her hips, Amy became the enraged female representing al females.
“How could he do that? How dare they expect us to invest our time and emotional energy and then, when we real y feel something for them, we get
the call
.” She shook her head, auburn hair tossing. “Just because the guy’s good looking doesn’t mean he shouldn’t step up and say it’s over to your face.”
“You broke up with Marvin by cal ing,” Sarah pointed out.
“Total y different circumstances,” I assured, wincing.
“Besides, I don’t think it’s over,” Sarah confided. “I think he just has roaming eyes. In Russia, some married men keep a mistress or two—a
paramour
. Did you know that?”
I glanced at Max for confirmation.
He shrugged. “It happens everywhere.”
Sarah ignored him. “He just needs to know things are different here,” she continued. “When he realizes what he’s missing out on, he’l —”
“What?” Amy asked. “Come trotting back?”
“
Galloping
back,” Sarah corrected. “Fast as
quicksilver
.”
I swal owed, patting her shoulder. “Sometimes things don’t work out like we want. Maybe it’s better this way. I mean, I’m sure there’s someone just waiting for you. What about—” I gulped, thinking of Sarah and Derek getting back together. Official y. What if he’d been part of the reason she’d been so horrible before? Sophie wasn’t the only girl who shared a past with Derek. “What about Derek?”
She shrugged. “Derek’s okay as a friend, but we’re just not that way anymore. You know?”
Amy tried to help by adding, “Wel , you’re young, attractive, bright … I’m sure the right guy’s out there.”
“The right guy,” Sarah said, “is Pietr.”
As if he’d heard his name, Pietr appeared, taking my hand and smiling as if we were the only two people in school.
Crap.
“Pietr.” Sarah looked at him, then at me, and her wistful gaze settled on our hands. Together. “Oh.”
She shot a look at Amy. “How bizarre,” she hissed, eyes narrowing. “You were
actually
trying to make me feel better.”
Amy shrugged. “I like to try everything once.”
Max rumbled, hopeful.
Bad boy.
“So, is there anyone here that didn’t know about this little development—other than me?” Sarah raised her hand in mock encouragement.
No other hands went up. Not even Sophia’s, although I’d never told her any part of it.
“Great,” Sarah said. “Everyone knew except me. So how long have you been…” She paused, the word she wanted suddenly gone. “How long have you been—
plotting
—this?”
“I never planned—”
“No,” she snapped, and I saw the old fire, the old danger, rising in her eyes. “You
had
to plan. Not one of my boyfriends ever left me without some”—she paused, grappling with words—“some
conniving
girl laying plans or getting
laid
.”
Pietr bristled at the implication.
“Look, Sarah, I’m sorry.” I remembered how pitiful the words sounded coming from Pietr, but hoped they seemed more authentic from me. They were stil just words. Ugly little syl ables that meant so little.
“Oh. Wel , then it’s okay. As long as you’re
sorry
.”
I watched her like I’d watch a copperhead.
“Pietr.” She slid up to him, boldly pressing herself against him and sliding her hand between ours to shake his free. She raised her face to him so he could easily read the heat and promise in her eyes. “I know what you know. We’re not over. I understand temptation,” she confided. “And maybe if I haven’t found someone else by the time you get tired of Jessica—I mean, how long can that real y take?—maybe I’l take you back.
If
you’re lucky.”
Max and Pietr both stiffened as Derek slid up behind Sarah and settled his hands on her shoulders.
“Come,” he whispered, looking at me as he took her hand.
I trembled at his tone.
Together they stalked off, Sarah adding a little wiggle to her walk for Pietr’s benefit.
Pietr’s arms wrapped around me like a shield and he held me so tight I knew he tested his resistance. I slipped out of his grasp. He was being bold. Trying so hard to give me what I wanted and what he struggled with.
“Yee-aaah. Psycho,” Amy said, giving a long, low whistle.
“Super Freak psycho,” Max confirmed, humming the old song.
“Okay.” I gave Pietr’s hand a quick squeeze. “That could have definitely gone better. I mean, wasn’t this what we were trying to avoid?”
“
Eezvehneetyeh
. Sorry, Jess. We broke up last night.”
“Yeah, over the phone,” I reprimanded.
Amy socked him in the arm. “That’s for women everywhere,” she added. “Psycho and sane.”
Sophia’s mouth tilted into a little smile. “I don’t know how you get into so much trouble, Jessie,” she said in her soft voice. “But you’re always entertaining.”
“Niiice.” I let go of Pietr long enough to brush my fingers through my hair. “I think we’d better cool things for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
“No huggy-kissy. Hold hands occasional y, but nothing Sarah could misinterpret as rubbing it in that we’re together. Not in public. I don’t want this to be harder on her than it already is.”
Max grumbled on Pietr’s behalf. “Eventual y, Jessie, you’l need to throw the dog a bone.”
* * *
Wanda
. Why couldn’t she leave it be? Ever since our first visit to see Pietr’s mother, Wanda had been vehement about me not seeing Pietr. She always dressed her messages up in the guise of being worried about me—my health, my heart … But I knew there was some other motivation—some hidden agenda—she was keeping.
And her interference was botching her relationship with Dad because he was final y trying things my way. Dad had insisted Pietr show him his grades and luckily they earned Pietr a reputation as worthy of tutoring me. So Pietr helped me with school and I helped him with life. And acceptance.
We enjoyed several days of peace and quiet, Pietr and I curled up on the love seat at the Rusakovas’
studying. I briefly believed my grades might be salvageable. Those days Alexi and Cat were scarce, and Max and Amy were everywhere, laughing and flirting outrageously. But beneath it al the stress of not having Tatiana, their mother, free was wearing on us al .
The Rusakovas had al gone back to visit a few times, but the CIA (an organization I increasingly doubted was what they claimed to be) kept making excuses about freeing Tatiana. They kept asking for more samples. And more time.
I didn’t even look at Wanda’s text before I erased it, glanced at the clock, and cal ed Max. He picked me up as soon as Dad and Annabel e Lee were fed and my chores were done.
Back at the Rusakova house, we gathered around the thirteen journals as soon as Amy headed out for a run. Max went along with her, stil worried Marvin might do something stupid. Amy promised to go slow and easy on him, but Max suggested he could go as fast as she wanted, boldly pointing out he had
amazing
endurance. Al said with an undeniably wolfish grin.
Lying on the floor, Pietr sprawled beside me (testing his own endurance). I flipped through the old books. “So this real y is the one we need,” I said, tapping Hazel’s offering.