by E. M. Moore
Chapter Eight
Christian led me to a back parking lot outside the main building in The Fort. A Jeep was just pulling away, loud voices and cheers rose up from it and I recognized it right away as the rest of the guys. They were too cute for words. It seemed I wasn’t the only one looking forward to getting out of The Fort for a while. I’d been doing nothing but training nonstop since I got here. I’d even woken up early in the mornings to run the obstacle course. The guys didn’t even know about that one. They were there for my extra training in the evening, not the extra hour I put in before breakfast before the sun was even up.
Christian snickered at his brothers and then pointed to a two-seater black sports car backed into a parking space. “Here we are.”
My eyebrows rose. Was he serious? I had never set foot in something so nice before. I trailed my hand along the hood before heading toward the passenger seat. Christian was right behind me. I reached out to pull the door open myself, but his hand was already there. My fingers bumped his and he looked up and smiled. “Where I’m from, women don’t get their own doors.” He smiled and my body settled in a little more. He pulled the door open and offered his hand to me. I took it, his hand swallowing my own as I held onto it while stepping into the car. A soft thud sounded as he shut the door behind me, but I was still staring at all the different technology in the car. There was a screen, a bunch of buttons and knobs. It had been a long time since I’d been in a car. If I needed to go anywhere that was a longer distance tham I could walk, I took the bus. Busses didn’t look like this. The last car I was in certainly didn’t look like this either. It was a run down old Pontiac that belonged to one of my foster families and as soon as I’d gotten in it, I’d had a panic attack.
I froze mid-way toward reaching for the center console. My throat immediately dried and a cold chill numbed my body. I didn’t like cars. Not since the accident. I took a deep breath, then two. I still stared at the dash as all the little lights lit up when Christian started the car with a push of a button. I thought he was talking, but all I heard was the sound of wind through my ears. My mind was far away. Far, far away.
Christian’s fingers moved over mine. I blinked, looking up at him. His mouth moved, but I still couldn’t concentrate enough on what he said versus what my mind was playing out. His mouth formed my name. “Ariana.”
I shook my head, not understanding.
He turned in his seat. His body fully toward me. I recognized concern etched into his beautiful features. The strong lines in his face were even tighter with worry. His gray-blue eyes were dark as he stared at me. His hands took both mine in his own. They moved up my arms and then to my shoulders, then behind my neck where they stayed and rubbed little circles. Little by little, his voice became clearer and clearer. “Hey,” he said. “Ariana. Are you okay?”
I blinked, a small smile coming over me as I realized I could hear him again. Relief washed over me. I’d been stuck in my head. Stuck in my own head for way too long. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his forearms, then leaned my head against my own fist. I breathed in and out until the world came back to me. I was in Christian Ravana’s car. He told me he would never let anything happen to me. Never. And I believed him. None of them would ever let anything bad happen to me again.
“Hey, hey,” he said, the circles in the back of my neck getting more earnest. “You’re okay.”
He was right about that. I was better than I’d ever been thanks to them.
I let out one more whoosh of air and then looked up at him, immediately regretting putting the panic in his eyes. “Sorry,” I said lamely. I sat up straighter and tried to pull my hands away from his, but he caught me in time, making sure my hands stayed exactly where they were. “I’ll be fine,” I assured him.
He gave me a wary look as his thumb made idle circles on the back of my neck. “You want to talk about it?”
I shook my head. The Ravanas didn’t need to know about all my issues right off the bat. They’d be throwing me back into the human world with a good riddance. “No, I’m fine. Really.”
He let me pull away this time and sit back in my seat. I started to pull my seatbelt on and he took it from me as I moved it around to my side and clicked it into place. Then, he took my hand and held it in his own. With his left hand, he put the car in Drive and then back on the steering wheel so we could maneuver our way out of the parking lot.
“You can have your hand back.”
He shook his head. “I don’t need it as much as you do.”
I smirked. Sounded about right even though I didn’t want to admit it. Since I’d had a major freak out as soon as I got in the car, I knew Christian wouldn’t have the conversation with me he’d wanted to have when he told me to ride with him. It was up to me to bring it up. “How far away is this pizza place?”
“About ten minutes. Why? You hungry?”
“Famished.” It was a never ending feeling since I’d gotten to The Fort. The more I worked out, the more I wanted to eat my face off. “But that’s not the reason why I asked.” He looked over at me curiously and then put his eyes right back on the road. I was grateful. A momentary tick of panic had started to set in. I kept my eyes down on our joined hands and took another deep breath to calm myself. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. He’d promised. “I know why you wanted me to ride with you, Christian.” My voice was thick around his name. It was the first time I’d called him by it. These relationships were so new, yet, so easy all at the same time. For instance, I felt nothing wrong about having his hand cover mine. It was the most natural thing in the world. “You didn’t tell the guys I tried to run away, did you?”
The corner of his lips tipped up as the car swayed to the left. He’d taken a right onto another road. He must have been a good driver if he could handle all that with just one hand. Vampires had superior reflexes, but it was still awe-inspiring. “You’re so very perceptive.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, genuinely curious. It seemed that the guys shared everything with one another. It was curious he would leave this out, and I wondered why.
He took a quick peek at me and then right back to the road. I didn’t get near as much panic from his momentary glance away from driving as I did the first time. “Honestly? Because I don’t think it matters. You’re here now.”
“You think they’d be upset if they knew I tried to leave?”
Christian thought for more than a few moments. He was always taking his time answering my questions and I really appreciated that. I wanted his most genuine answer. “No. It’s not that.”
Hmm. That wasn’t what I thought. “Then what?”
“I don’t want them to worry.”
“About me leaving again?”
He shook his head more quickly this time. “No, that’s not it either. Worry about losing you.”
“But I’m not going to try and leave again.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re missing the point. That’s not it at all. Worried that they could have lost you.”
I didn’t know which came first. My hand tightening around his or his around mine, but we were clinging to one another more tightly now as his words set in. Again, the fear, the worry crept into me. What was so special about me? I’d been basically told my whole life that I was worth nothing, but still, these four vampire princes thought I was something. I didn’t want to ask why. Every time the question popped into my head, I tamped it down. There were some questions even I didn’t want answered. I was sure the answer wouldn’t feel as good as this feeling. The feeling of being wanted, secure, and safe. Whatever lame excuses that would pour from Christian’s mouth about me being special might ruin this whole thing.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked.
More than okay. I nodded and relaxed back into the seat of the car and ventured a brief glance outside the window. We were in the country. Trees and old houses meandered by us. I saw kids playing in the yards with dogs. Some in their bathi
ng suits while jumping through a makeshift fountain made by a garden hose. A smile played over my face as Christian’s thumb smoothed over my skin.
Soon, though, those trees and old buildings were replaced by shorter brick buildings that were closer together. Signs announcing grocery stores, lawyers, and dentists cruised by as we made our way into a small town. It was even smaller than the one they’d saved me from. My stomach growled and Christian laughed. “We’re almost there.”
“Where is there anyway?”
“Santorini’s. It’s a pizza place.”
“No,” I said, smiling. “I mean, where are we?”
He answered without hesitation. Maybe I wouldn’t have to prove my loyalty to him after all. “Pennsylvania.”
Whoa. That was interesting. Samuel had taken me from Virginia. I was now two states away in the country instead of the wannabe tourist town. It was pretty here. Quaint. The kind of town I used to grow up dreaming about finding a nice family to live with in. Of course they’d have a huge farmhouse I could explore with a dog and acres and acres of land. I used to want that more than anything.
I looked up at Christian who deftly maneuvered another turn and then surprised me by stopping. I looked around to see that we were parked in an angled parking space in front of a row of linked businesses. A swaying sign in front of the tan-colored brick before us read “Santorini’s”.
“We’re here,” he said.
Movement caught my eye out front. Stephan knocked on the hood two times and waved me forward. “Come on,” he mouthed.
Christian slowly pulled his hand away from mine. “You’re sure you’re alright?”
I nodded quickly and went for the door when again, it was pulled out of my grip. Connor was there, hunched over and smiling into the pretty black car. “What took you guys so long? I’m starving.”
Christian rubbed his hands across the steering wheel, clearly appreciating the woven leather. “You know how I baby this car.”
Connor rolled his eyes and helped me out. We walked toward the building and I heard the locks click into place on the sports car as well as the short beep of the alarm. “What?” Christian asked from behind me.
It was Nicolai’s husky voice behind me that answered. “Like anyone’s going to try and steal it here.”
Connor put his arm around my shoulders and steered me into the restaurant. Immediately, the fresh smell of pizza made me swoon. The food at The Fort wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t the kind that made your mouth water either. It was more like fuel.
Suddenly, I had a thought. I turned toward Connor as we walked down a short row of booths to a larger table where Stephan already sat. “You guys can eat this?”
Connor moved closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he answered. “Pizza? We love pizza.” He pat his own pockets. “That doesn’t mean we don’t bring our own condiments.”
I could only imagine. It was probably blood in an old ketchup bottle. I shook my head and laughed.
He leaned into me. “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.”
I clearly wasn’t a vampire because the thought of tasting blood made me want to gag like any rational human. I was sure they all felt the same way before they were turned. “How was the changing process for you?”
“So many deep questions, Princess. Can’t we eat first?” He reached up and touched my cheek when I frowned. “It’s kind of personal. That’s all. I’m sure we’ll all tell you someday.” His lips brushed the sensitive part next to my ear, sending my mind spinning.
I barely even realized I was scooting into the round booth until my thigh landed against Stephan’s. He gave my knee a quick squeeze and smiled at me before pulling his hand away. “You’re in for a treat.”
Chapter Nine
The funniest thing about the whole meal was how the guys clearly flustered the waitress. We had two extra pizzas on the increasingly smaller table because she’d written down the wrong orders and even tripped over her own feet bringing us our drinks. It was almost comforting to know it wasn’t just me. The guys thought it was absolutely hilarious even though they never showed her that. They helped clean up the spilled drinks, and told her over and over again to stop apologizing about the pizzas. After asking us if we needed anything else, she turned around and walked straight into the next booth.
I cringed, then waited for her to walk away. Her feet eating up the floor between the pubic area and the Employee Only area. “That would’ve been me,” I said.
“Totally you,” Nic agreed. “You don’t realize how stinking cute you are.”
I had my mouth open to take another bite of pizza, but that was the furthest thing from my mind now. The guys all kept eating, housing down the pizza we’d ordered. Even Nicolai, who’d said what he’d said to turn my world upside down continued to eat as if nothing happened. I swallowed, reminding myself to keep calm. These guys were my friends. Really, really good friends who pledged to take care of me and didn’t mind holding my hand, massaging my muscles, or throwing their arm around my shoulder. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was on the inside, I would think it was weird, too, but it just wasn’t. I shrugged off Nicolai’s comment and continued to eat.
“Yeah,” Stephan added. “Except Ariana can kick some serious ass too. She’s not quite so clumsy.”
“When she’s fighting,” Christian said. “You ever see her try to walk through the quad? It’s like watching a baby horse learn to walk.”
“Really?” I asked, looking at him. I expected that from Connor, but not from him. He shrugged and I laughed. “I’m not that bad.”
The guys all looked at one another and then kept eating. It was as if some sort of silent agreement had been made that I wasn’t a part of. Oh well. They were right about the pizza though. It was delicious. The best I’d had in a long time. As you could imagine, I didn’t eat out much in my old life. I was scraping by with tuna from a can and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Pizza was a luxury for me that I didn’t often get. To prove it, I was on my fifth piece. Thankfully, the guys didn’t seem to notice how much I’d eaten.
On the other side of the table, Nic’s phone vibrated. He looked down and frowned before picking it up and showing it to the rest of us. Well, the rest of us that had vampire vision knew right away what it said, but I hadn’t seen it. Connor sighed and Christian leaned back in the booth, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Nicolai pressed the screen to ignore the call and then no one said anything, just continued to eat. I decided to let it go and not ask considering they weren’t offering up who it was. But then, Christian’s phone rang in his pocket. I knew the ringtone was a Metallica song, but I couldn’t quite place it before he pulled out his phone and ignored the call too. I looked around, sensing that whatever this was wasn’t over when Stephan’s leg—the one that was right next to mine—started to vibrate. With their vampire hearing, their necks all twisted toward him.
“No, Ariana,” Connor said. “Stephan’s not just happy to see you, that’s his cell phone ringing.”
Har, har, I wanted to say. I gave him a look and then watched as Stephan pulled the cell from his pocket. He looked at the screen and his look confirmed that whoever had just called Nicolai and Christian had just called him. “Don’t answer it,” Nicolai said.
“Are you kidding?” Stephan answered as he pushed the green phone and held the device to his ear. “Hey, Dad.”
Hey, Dad? They just ignored a call from their father? Twice. Why?
The rest of their shoulders slumped. Nicolai even dropped the rest of the slice of pizza he had in his hand back onto his plate. He wiped his fingers off with a napkin and then threw that down on top of his half-eaten pizza.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, whispering to Connor who was the closest to me besides Stephan.
Connor’s eyes widened and he put his finger to his lips.
It was too late. Stephan was already stiffening beside me. “Yes, that’s her.”
An angry voice sounded from the speaker and Stephan
immediately waved at Christian to get out of his way. Christian scooted out of the booth and Stephan was right after him. He stood and walked outside. The thigh that had rested against his the whole time was now cold. “Okay…” I said slowly. I must’ve missed something. I eyed the remaining Ravana brothers around me. “What’s going on?”
Christian ran his hands through his dirty-blond hair. It wasn’t gelled today like it normally was. “Dad doesn’t approve of what we’ve done.”
“With me?”
Nic nodded once. “Not just you. The whole being here and not at home thing is bothering him too.”
Christian smirked. “Bothering him? He’s downright pissed.”
Nic shrugged as if he could care less. I knew it was the truth just from the few harsh, clipped words I heard said to Stephan. I looked out the window behind the booth and saw him pacing just outside, his hand rubbing his neck.
Connor pressed his leg into mine. “He’ll be okay. He handles Father the best.”
I nodded, though I still stared at poor Stephan. I hoped he wasn’t getting yelled at because of me.
Christian’s voice pulled me out of my head. “It’s really not just you, Ariana. Dad wants us with him so we can take our rightful place in The Council.”
I snapped my head around. What little I’ve heard of The Council—and I admit, I hadn’t heard much—wasn’t good. “You guys are going to be on The Council?”
“Of course, we’re the Ravana princes,” Nicolai said, though he said it almost begrudgingly with only a slight bit of humor. “It’s our rightful place.”
“Thing is,” Connor said. “The Council has been doing some really messed up stuff lately. None of us really want any part of it.”
“Connor,” Christian scolded.
Connor seemed unrepentant as he continued to tell me what was going on. “There’s a major…issue happening right now. It’s something The Council hasn’t really seen in a while and my dad wants us there for it.”
