“That’s not what I was trying to say,” Alex said very unconvincingly. “I’m just worried something might happen while I’m gone, and you wouldn’t be able to protect her.”
Laylen rolled his eyes. “That’s a bunch of crap. I’m just as capable of protecting her as you are, and you know it. You just don’t trust me.” They stared at one another like two angry dogs about to break out in a fight. Then, to make things worse, Laylen added, “I just might be even more capable than you.”
For a second I thought they might kill each other. I had the feeling that there was more to their fight then what was being said. Like maybe something had happened in the past. I mean, there had to be more to their little argument than who was more qualified to protect me. If they did end up fighting each other, considering Laylen was a vampire, I’d say the odds were in his favor. And as much as Alex had pissed me off, I really didn’t want to watch him get hurt. Plus, it would have been a great tragedy for that gorgeous face of his to get messed up.
I looked at Aislin, hoping she’d do something to stop it. But she was chewing on a strand of her hair, staring down at the table. So I guess I was on my own.
“So do I not get a say in any of this?” I said in a voice loud enough to break the tension.
Laylen and Alex tore their eyes away from one another, and I had to hover back from the burning anger in their faces that was all of a sudden being directed at me. Losing some of my confidence, my voice quieted a little. “It’s my life so I think I should have some say in this, right?”
”No,” Alex said. “You don’t get a say in any of this.”
My anger boiled. So this was how it was going to be from now on? I wouldn’t get a say in anything? After what my life had been—or hadn’t been I guess I should say—I thought I should be allowed to have some say. I deserved at least that much. I clenched my hands into fists, almost regretting that I’d interrupted the fight between Laylen and him.
Shrugging off my death stare, Alex turned to Aislin. “Can you get us to Afton and back quickly?”
She raised her chin with confidence. “Of course I can.”
“Then fine. We’ll leave her here with Laylen.” He aimed his finger at Laylen, “But if anything happens to her, it’s on you.”
Laylen rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen to her.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Alex said.
Another eye roll from Laylen. “Thanks for the confidence.”
“I have to go back into the library and grab my candle and crystal,” Aislin announced. “Then we can go.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Crystal? What crystal?”
“The one I used on the bus to transport us here,” she explained. “It's how I’m going to get us back to Afton.”
“Oh.” Okay, now I remembered. All too painfully remembered. The purple amethyst, the burning candle, the glowing yellow eyes. I shivered.
She started to get to her feet, but then dropped back down in the chair, smacking her hand on her forehead. “Crap. Crap Crap. I completely forgot that the Death Walkers’ ice ruined it. We were lucky just to make it here.”
“There’s no way you can do it without a crystal?” Alex asked.
“No.” She wrapped a strand of her hair around her finger, thinking. “Well, there are other ways, but I haven’t learned how to do them yet.”
The room grew silent, except for the cracking sound Alex’ knuckles made as he popped them.
Laylen twisted his lip ring from side to side. “What kind of crystal is it?”
“The one the looks like an amethyst.” She propped up her elbow on the table and let her chin fall into her hand. “Now what are we going to do?”
“Is it a Vectum Crystal?” Laylen asked.
Aislin raised her chin out of her hand, a hopeful expression on her face. “Do you have one?”
“No, but I know where we can get one.” He gestured over his shoulder at the window. “There’s this place in Vegas that sells things like that. I bet they’d have one.”
Alex shook his head. “No. No way. There is no way we’re taking Gemma into Vegas. It’s way too dangerous.”
“So I can’t go to Vegas. And I can’t go home,” I said, counting down on my fingers. “Is there anywhere I can go?”
“Not really.”
I glared at him, but he didn’t even so much as blink. He placed his hands on the table, leaned toward me, and spoke in a low voice that made my body hum. “Do you have to argue about everything?”
I ignored the flutter my heart did. Stupid, betraying heart. “Maybe.”
“Alex, can we please just go get the crystal and get this taken care of,” Aislin begged. “Sitting here and arguing about it isn’t going to get us anywhere.”
He shook his head, his green eyes fixed solely on me. “I said it’s too dangerous for Gemma to go.”
I took an exasperated breath. “Please stop say—”
He placed his hand across my mouth. My lips sparkled underneath his warm, electric skin. God, it felt good. Way too good. Mind numbingly good. I was supposed to be mad at him…wasn’t I?
“It’s too dangerous.” His voice flowed out like velvet.
For a brief second, I had this really strange thought. What if things were different? What if he wasn’t a Keeper and I was carrying a world saving star inside me? What if we’d met under normal circumstances? What if I was allowed to have those kinds of feelings for him? The ones that I was feeling right now, but knew I wasn’t supposed to be feeling. Would things have been different between us? Maybe. Or maybe I’d have been just a silly girl with a crush and ended up with a broken heart. Alex really did seem like the heartbreaking type.
Blinking myself back to reality, I shoved his hand away from my mouth. He looked momentarily stunned, blinking a few times, like he was just waking up from a dream.
“Alex, going into Vegas isn’t any more dangerous than sitting around here,” Laylen pointed out. “In fact, we’ll be on the move so it might even be safer.”
Alex backed away from the table and turned to Laylen. “Are you sure about that?”
Laylen shook his head and sighed. “Look, this place is very low key. We’ll go straight there and straight back. Trust me, there won’t be any problems.”
Alex deliberated this. “You promise you won’t try to make any other stops. Just straight there and straight back?”
Laylen stared at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Where else is it that you think I’m going to try and take us? McDonalds? Walmart? Oh, wait a minute, I do need to make a quick stop by the cemetery.”
Trying to choke back a laugh, I ended up letting out a snort. I had to give the guy props. He was pretty funny.
Alex shot me a dirty look. “What? You think this is funny?”
I choked back another laugh, luckily without snorting this time, and shook my head.
Laylen did laugh, though. And Aislin sighed, dropping her head down on the table in an I-am-so-over-this way.
“Well, I’m glad you two find this so funny.” Alex grabbed a hold of the back of a chair, his gaze pressing into me. “Don’t underestimate the Death Walkers, Gemma. They will kill you if they get the chance.”
I swallowed the huge lump that had wiggled its way up my throat. A blanket of fear wrapped its way around my body. He was right. It wasn’t funny.
“Alex, knock it off,” Aislin warned. “You’re scaring her.”
“Good,” he said. “She should be scared.”
After that, all arguments came to a halt. The decision to go to Vegas was made with the stipulation that there would be no stopping except to get the crystal.
Because of the whole glass-stabbing-into-my-side thing, Ailsin insisted I needed to change before we left. Apparently, there was no way I could go anywhere with blood all over my shirt. It was a fairly small spot, but whatever. I was tired of arguing.
I guess Alex and Aislin use to take frequent visits to Laylen’s house, and Aislin had a room packed with a bunch of her stuff, including clothes. I was skeptical about wearing anything that belonged to Aislin. I mean, her whole wardrobe was so…pink. But right now, I guess fashion wasn’t important.
Then again, was it ever?
The room she took me back to looked just like a normal girl’s room should look; pink floral patterned wallpaper, rose colored carpet, a white four post bed covered with tons of fluffy pillows.
Aislin marched up to an armoire in the corner and threw open the doors. “The only problem is you’re about five inches taller than me,” she said, assessing the selection of clothes hanging up. “But I guess we’ll just have to make something work.”
I dropped down on the bed. “So you guys used to come here a lot?”
She took out a pink t-shirt and tossed it on the bed beside me. “Yeah, this house actually used to belong to Laylen’s parents, and we used to come up here to take a break from everything.” She threw a glittery scarf onto the bed. A scarf? We were in the desert for crying out loud. “Things change, though.” She sighed, staring down at the pair of jeans she was holding in her hand. “We haven’t been up here in a really long time.”
There was such sadness in the way she said it, and it made me wondered why they’d stopped coming up here. But I didn’t ask.
She started rummaging through the clothes again, every once and awhile tossing something onto the bed. Covering the walls was an array of photos. I got up and walked around, looking at them. One in particular caught my attention. It was of Laylen, standing out in the desert, his arm wrapped around Aislin’s shoulder in an affectionate way that gave the impression they might have been a couple once. Next to Laylen, stood Alex, and cuddling up him was a pretty blonde-haired girl. All of them were smiling. They looked so happy. It made my heart hurt a little. Happy. Had I ever felt it?
“That was taken a couple of years ago,” Ailsin said.
I tore my eyes off of the photo and found her watching me.
“I think I was about fourteen or so,” she said. “So about five years ago.”
I did the math and something didn’t add up. “Wait. How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” She tossed a skirt onto the bed. “Alex is actually twenty. We lied about our ages so we could enroll in school.”
“Oh.” The saying Liar, liar, pants on fire ran through my head. Everything was a lie. Even something as simple as their age. It made me question how many more lies I was in store for. “What about Laylen? How old is he?”
“Well, he would’ve been twenty-two, but after he got…um….” She drifted off and then shook her head. But I knew what she was going to say. Before he got bit. “But yeah, he’s stuck at nineteen now so...” She tossed a shirt onto the bed, then came over and stared down at the pile of clothes with a look of sheer determination on her face. “Okay, let see if any of these fit you.”
