Waxing & Waning
Covenant College
Book Four
Amanda M. Lee
Text copyright © 2014 Amanda M. Lee
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Author’s Note
Books by Amanda M. Lee
August
One
“I can’t believe you don’t want to go out tonight. It’s your last night here.”
I glanced up from the counter I was washing to find my friend, Jen, watching me with disappointed brown eyes. “I know. I just have a lot to do,” I explained. “I have to leave early tomorrow.”
“How early?”
I shrugged. “Noon.”
“Noon?” Jen practically squealed. “You’re definitely going out tonight. I don’t want to hear any complaints. We’re going out, and we’re having fun.”
“I promised Rafael … .” What had I promised Rafael? Just that I would see him later. I didn’t say what we’d be doing.
“Oh, he’s so in love with you, he’ll agree to anything you want,” Jen protested. “Come on. I won’t get to see you again until next summer. He’s going back to school with you.”
Love was an odd term, one I was pretty sure didn’t apply to Rafael’s feelings where I was concerned. He’d been by my side for the majority of the summer, ever present, and ever enigmatic. He’d listened to me complain, stepped back when I felt the urge to cry, and intervened whenever he felt like I was walking into danger.
His presence was … comforting. It wasn’t love, though. Whether it could be down the road, well, that was another story.
“I’ll ask him,” I said.
Jen worried her bottom lip with her teeth, hoisting herself up onto the counter behind the bar. “You never told me what happened with Aric.”
I remained quiet.
“Not that I don’t like Rafael – and I do – it’s just that you seemed so much happier with Aric,” Jen pressed.
Had I been happier with Aric? Was Aric the one causing my crisis of faith this summer? Or, and this was far more likely, had I just traded in one headache for another?
My name is Zoe Lake, and in addition to being a summer bartender, I’m also massively confused. I mean someone-should-commit-me-because-I’m-about-to-blow confused.
Most of my life, I’ve been a normal girl. You know the type. I have blonde, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, a passable figure, and an insanely sarcastic wit. You know? Normal. I don’t feel normal anymore. I feel like I’ve been displaced from my life.
It all started when I embarked on my freshman year at Covenant College two years ago. I found out – pretty quickly – that I was anything but normal. In fact, if you listen to the bevy of people at the college, I’m something special. A magical mage with the power to … heck, who knows what powers I have. I certainly don’t know, and those who seem to have an idea aren’t sharing their knowledge.
In addition to finding out I have magical powers, I’ve also discovered that beings – werewolves, vampires, witches, sphinxes (basically anything you can think of) – are also real. I’m not joking and, yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it.
All of that came to a head this past spring when my roommate, Laura, turned out to be an evil super witch bent on stealing my power – and my werewolf boyfriend, Aric, betrayed me.
Most college kids don’t want to come home for the summer, but I couldn’t wait. Even though my hometown is crawling with werewolves – something I didn’t know about until recently – the idea of being away from the college campus of doom and gloom was a relief.
Sure, a vampire followed me home – and Jen was under the mistaken impression that he was my new boyfriend – but the summer had been … quiet. I needed quiet after Laura’s death, which had come at my hands. I was hoping for one more night of quiet before heading back to Covenant College. That didn’t look like it was going to be in the cards.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, sighing in resignation.
“I thought we could just go out to the eighteenth green of the golf course and have a party,” Jen said.
The bar we were working at was situated on a golf course – which meant employment there was seasonal and perfect for a college student. It boasted golf in the summer and skiing in the winter. At the beginning of the summer, Jen had surprised a group of us with the ambulance codes to get behind the private homeowners’ gate. We’d been using it for the past three months to sneak down to the eighteenth green of the golf course and party.
“Fine,” I said. “It is my last night.”
“Yay!”
SHORTLY after 10 p.m., the eighteenth green was rocking, and Rafael was at his limit.
“How can you hang out with these … people?”
I glanced at him, his handsome face illuminated in the moonlight. His hair was long, brushing the top of his shoulders, and black. His features were angular and tan. Even though I pointed out vampires were supposed to be pale, he’d informed me that skin color was determined by how you looked when you were turned – not blood flow. I figured he knew more about it than me, so I let it go.
There were about forty people milling about the green, most of them individuals I’d met working at the resort. Some worked at the bar with Jen and me. Others were cart kids (the boys who handled the golf carts), maid staff, and finally, even the bellboys had come out to play. The only one I’d formed a close friendship with was Jen.
“You’re awfully judgmental,” I said. Rafael’s temperament vacillates from placid to annoyed at the drop of a hat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he had constant PMS.
“These people are beneath you,” Rafael said.
“These people are normal,” I replied, keeping my voice low. “They’re acting exactly how I should be acting. You know, having fun and playing around. That’s how normal people are.”
“You’re not normal.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “I’m a magical killing mage with hands of death.”
Rafael rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“You weren’t there,” I reminded him. “You didn’t see what I did.”
“I heard what you did,” Rafael said. “You protected yourself and, in the process, made sure that no one would attack you again. I consider that a win.”
I didn’t. “I protected myself by killing Laura,” I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. “That’s not a win.”
“She was going to kill you,” Rafael said, irritation flitting across his face. This was an old conversation, and neither of us was going to budge on our position. “I get so tired of you pretending that you made the wrong decision. You would be dead otherwise.”
I took a sip of my beer, tipping my head up so I could gaze at the crescent moon. “You�
�re kind of a mother hen sometimes,” I said, trying to ease the tension.
“I’m just looking out for you.”
“The last person who claimed to be looking out for me was lying to me.” The words sounded bitter, even to my own ears.
“Is that what all this summer melancholy has been about? The wolf?”
Vampires and werewolves don’t get along under the best of circumstances. While Aric and Rafael had been thrown into the same orbit a time or two – even saving one another on occasion – they were hardly close.
“I’m not melancholy,” I said. “I don’t even know what that means.”
Rafael sighed, reaching over to brush a strand of my hair out of my face. “It means you’re depressed.”
“I’m not depressed.”
“You don’t smile,” Rafael said. “You used to smile all the time. Sure, you were probably making fun of someone else at the time, but you did smile.”
“I smile,” I said, forcing a fake one onto my face. “See.”
“Yeah, you look happy,” Rafael said. “You look so happy you might cry in an instant.”
“I’m not going to cry.” That was the truth. I couldn’t muster tears for this situation – not anymore. I’d cried buckets of tears after Laura’s death. There wouldn’t be more.
Rafael ran his hand through his hair, weariness on his face. “Are you nervous about returning to school tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I would understand if you were,” Rafael said. “It’s bound to be nerve-wracking. You’ll be living in a house instead of the dorms, so that will be better.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait.”
Rafael tried again. “You’ll have new roommates, right? You must be excited about that.”
“I’m really thrilled about that,” I said, my tone sarcastic. “I wonder which one of them will try to kill me this year.”
“What?”
“Well, freshman year Tara tried to kill me,” I said. “Actually, she was more interested in you and Brittany – but you know what I mean. Last year, Laura tried to kill me. I have two new prospects this year.”
Rafael mulled over my words. “I hadn’t really looked at it that way. What do you know about your new roommates?”
“I know that one of them looks like a model, and the other looks like a randy farm girl,” I replied.
Rafael raised his eyebrows. “Are you joking? Sometimes I can’t tell.”
Unfortunately, I wasn’t joking. “It will be fine,” I said. “I’m sure of it.”
“You don’t look sure of it.”
“You can’t have it both ways,” I said. “I’m either depressed or I’m excited. Pick one and stick with it.”
“You are beyond frustrating.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Rafael slipped his arm over my shoulder. Unlike the warmth associated with Aric’s body, Rafael’s was colder. It wasn’t his fault, but I was still getting used to it. “You may not believe this, but I’m trying to help you.”
“I do believe you,” I said. “Maybe I just don’t think you can help.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Rafael said. “Now that you’ve lost the wolf’s protection, I’m your best shot at keeping safe.”
“I thought you said I was my best shot at keeping safe?”
Rafael frowned. “I hate it when you use my words to win an argument with me.”
“It sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I rolled my neck, the crack audible as I straightened. “Can we talk about something else tonight?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” I said, glancing around. “It’s a party.”
“This is not my idea of a party,” Rafael said. “This is people joining together in some absurd mating ritual on a golf course.”
“It’s no different than the parties we go to at school,” I said. “I’ve seen you at parties. That’s where we met, in case you need a refresher.”
“I remember,” Rafael said. “That was the night I realized you were something more than a pretty college girl to drink from.”
I froze. “You were going to drink from me?”
Rafael’s smile was small, seductive. “Perhaps.”
“You’re so gross.”
“You wouldn’t have remembered,” Rafael said. “I would have glamoured you to make you forget.”
“And how does that work?”
“If I look into someone’s eyes, I can mesmerize them into believing whatever I tell them,” he said.
“Ugh, like in Dracula?”
“You need to stop equating everything with television and movies,” Rafael said. “They don’t tell you the truth.”
“Well, that’s exactly what they do on True Blood,” I countered. “So they’re obviously telling me some stuff that’s right.”
“That is the show with all of the naked people fornicating that you made me watch on Sunday nights, right? The one where vampires explode into big piles of blood and goo?”
“That would be the one,” I said.
“That show was … beyond stupid.”
“You still watched it.”
“Everyone got naked,” Rafael replied. “It was hard to look away.”
“Fine,” I said, blowing out a sigh. “You were about to tell me why you didn’t drink my blood – and that’s still gross, by the way, don’t ever try and do it again – the first night we met.”
“You can’t be glamoured.”
I shifted my eyes to him. “I can’t?”
“I tried.”
“Is that why you invaded my personal space and were so … intense?”
“Yes.”
“Huh. I always wondered about that,” I said. “I just thought you had issues with personal space.”
Rafael barked out a laugh. He often smirked, but actual laughter was a rarity. “I guess, if you didn’t realize what was going on, that I came off as a bit of a … .”
“Loon?”
“I was going to say oddball, but loon fits.”
“Loon definitely fits.”
“Hey, Zoe,” Jen called from a few feet away. “Come over and party with me. This is our last night.”
I exchanged a look with Rafael. “You don’t have to stay. I can find a way home.”
“I will see you get home,” he said. “Then I will leave tonight to return to the campus. I will catch up with you there after dark tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I turned toward Jen, pausing. “Thank you for spending your summer up here. It probably wasn’t your idea of fun but … I appreciate it.”
Rafael’s smile was heartfelt. “Go enjoy your last night with the miscreants. The real world beckons tomorrow.”
I didn’t tell him how badly I wanted the “real world” to just disappear.
Two
“This place is a dump.”
I was unloading my belongings from my car when Paris arrived at the house on Franklin Street. It was a small, two-story abode – with absolutely no charm. Paris was parked on the street behind me, arriving a few minutes after I had pulled up.
After exchanging some awkward hugs, we’d set about gathering our belongings. Neither of us was overly excited about moving into the house.
“It’s pretty ugly,” I agreed, glancing up and down the street. “I still like the idea of being able to get some air in an actual yard and not being on top of each other like we were in the dorms.”
“There are going to be five people living in this tiny house,” Paris reminded me. “We’re going to be on top of each other – and probably at each other’s throats on a regular basis.”
“Well, at least Kelsey will be here,” I said. “That’s something.”
I had met Kelsey the previous year when we’d been paired together as roommates. Even though Laura and I were close when we moved in with Kelsey and Matilda at the beginning of the year, Mati
lda and Laura had joined together while Kelsey and I had bonded over pickled beets. It’s a long story.
“Do you know anything about the other two?” Paris asked, referring to our new roommates.
“I think their names are Kristy and Tally,” I said. “If we’re judging off of names alone, Tally is going to be a pain.”
Paris laughed. “I think she’s known as being … friendly.”
“Is that code for slutty?”
“Pretty much.”
I considered the statement and then shrugged. “Whatever. Anyone is going to be an upgrade over Brittany and Laura.”
Paris smiled. “Brittany wasn’t all bad.”
“Yes, she was. Speaking of Brittany, where is she living this year?”
“In the sorority house,” Paris said. “She was really excited about it.”
I scowled. Brittany had been my roommate freshman year. Her personality had all of the appeal of a rancid pickle then. Once she started dating my ex-boyfriend, Will, things had turned ugly.
“Is she still dating Will?”
“I have no idea,” Paris said. “I only talked to her a time or two over the summer. I think she just wants to … um … distance herself from us.”
I couldn’t blame her there. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and never see her again.” What? I could hope.
“The campus isn’t that big,” Paris said. “I can’t see us getting that lucky.”
If history was any indication, she was right. “Well, let’s get moved in.”
“Are you ready for some fun?” Paris asked, her voice unnaturally bright.
“I’m ready for … something different.”
SOMEONE was yelling on the second floor of the house when we entered. I dropped the load I was carrying onto the living-room floor, narrowing my eyes as I tried to ascertain the danger level.
“What do you think?” Paris asked.
“It doesn’t sound like anyone is dying,” I said. “It sounds like someone is having a bad day.”
“Should we check it out?”
“I guess.”
We followed the angry voices up the stairs, stopping in front of the first bedroom we found. Kelsey was standing in the doorway, hands on hips, and she was clearly angry with someone we couldn’t see yet.
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