by Wendi Wilson
“I’m Lizzie,” she said, bringing my attention back to her.
“Lizzie, this is Wyatt, Beckett, and Jett Patton,” I said, pointing at each of them in turn. “But you met them already, right here at this very table. With Fiona.”
She ignored my observation. “They are so identical,” she gushed. “How can you even tell them apart?”
Ignoring my annoyance at the fact she was talking about them like they weren’t there, I said, “They might look alike, but they are each so different, so unique, I could never confuse one for the other.”
Three gorgeous smiles met my words. I mentally slapped myself. I needed to be more careful, my feelings for them colored my words and their feelings for me were written all over their faces. Luckily, Lizzie was so self-absorbed, she didn’t notice.
She slid off the bench and stood beside the table. “I have to bounce, but it was very nice to meet you. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
The sultry tone of her voice confirmed the innuendo, causing my head to swell. Jett’s hand wrapped around my arm, keeping me from following her across the cafeteria and snatching her baldheaded. I looked at his big, strong hand, then flicked my narrowed eyes up to his.
“Easy there, Rocky,” he murmured. “She’s not worth it.”
I deflated. He was right. She wasn’t worth it and I was secure in my relationship with them. We all loved each other and interest from a pretty girl wasn’t going to change that. At least, I hoped it wouldn’t.
“We’ve been here three months,” Beckett said, “why is she suddenly being nice to us, after all this time?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt added. “She and Fiona have avoided us like the plague, giving us dirty looks whenever we do happen to cross paths.”
“It’s strange,” I mused, then told them about the conversation I overheard that first day. “She was repulsed by thought of being in math with one of you, and now she wants to know if any of you are single? It just doesn’t add up.”
I watched as Lizzie left the cafeteria, not even acknowledging Fiona’s presence. Fiona had been smiling at her, but her face fell when Lizzie strolled by without stopping. As much as I hated her, I got no satisfaction from her disappointment. I knew how it felt to have friends turn their back on me. Sure, when it happened to me it was all Fiona’s doing, so maybe what they is true. Karma really is a bitch.
“Well,” Jett said, pulling me back to the present, “we’ll have to keep an eye on her and, if necessary, we’ll just persuade her to tell us what she’s up to.”
I nodded, despite my aversion to the use of persuasion. Sometimes, in certain situations, it was necessary. I had a bad feeling about Lizzie’s turnaround and knew it might turn into one of those cases.
“Okay,” I said, and each of them nodded in response.
We were all on the same page. If Lizzie thought she was going to infiltrate our group and pull something over on us, she had another thing coming. We were solid, and nothing could tear us apart. Nothing.
Purify: Blood Persuasion Book 2
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Also by Wendi L Wilson
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Shadowed Instincts
Shadowed Ascension
Shadowed Truth
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Suppressed
Resurfaced
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Purify
