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upside-down cross beneath my hoodie.
"Raise the shield before you even get in the car with the waffle."
"What's up with the names?"
"I'm frustrated. Now change and stop by my room so I can wire you. This way if you get in trouble, we'll know."
"Fine, now go." I shooed him out, shut the door and locked it. One minute later I was at his door dressed in wide-legged gray cotton-wool pants, black ballet flats, a fitted cream sweater and my hair freshly wrapped in a bun atop my head with my passport, debit card and phone in my pockets.
"Come in and shut the door." He h a nded me a pair of diamond stud earrings. I handed him my pearls in return.
"Don't lose those. They're my mom's." At the mention of her, a wave of sadness hit me.
My parents' deaths had hit me harder than I liked to admit. Rather than wallow in sorrow all the time, I tried to distract myself to avoid thinking about them. There were times when Kellan was out with Craig and my aunt was away, times when I was alone in our house that I broke down, but never in front of anyone. I'd broken down too much, been too sappy right after my transformation. The doctor said it was all the body and hormone change s, but I felt weak. Crying seemed like a weakness, esp ecially when it was in front of vamp s that tend ed to look down on emotion.
"Focus Leka," Kalel cut into my wander. He held up a lapel pin. "This is the camera; your earrings are the speakers, recorders, whatever you want to call them. They pick up the sound and match it to the video feed which I can get on my laptop and phone. And before you ask, no, you won't be caught by security."
"Ok." I turned my head as he pinned the camera on me. As soon as he finished I looked forward to him gazing straight at me, an odd expression on his face. I swallowed hard, feeling exposed almost. He shook his head and pulled away. "Let me make sure it's working." I merely nodded my head, trying to ignore the flutters in my stomach.
Focus on Kellan. You can't screw this up with him again. Kalel gave me an odd appraising look. "Um, yea, check it , " I stumbled, trying to get him to focus on anything but me.
Two minutes later I was set to go. "Be careful Leka. I'll be watching. And make sure you keep your thoughts blocked. "
"Thanks." I left with an uneasy feeling. They were all so worried about me going some place that was essentially like the vampeen White House or Pentagon. I just didn't understand the hype. Aside from Keira, I hadn’t really faced anyone who strongly disliked opposite vamps. I'd been warned, but hadn't experienced. For some reason, I had a feeling I'd learn very soon.
"You took long," Matteo stated as soon as I got in the van.
"I'm a girl. I take a while to get ready." He started the car, giving me a sideways glance before pulling out.
"I do not understand why you are important. They talk like you are royalty. I expected a queen, Angelina Jolie, someone much more than you." He finally rubbed me the wrong way.
"Well you got me , " I bit out; m y tone was harsher than I intended, but I didn't bother softening. He'd just insulted me. I knew I was none of those things, but it was rude of him to blatantly throw it in my face in a demeaning way. I wasn't calling him a servant, chauffer or 'the help.'
"You're mad," he observed.
I ignored him as I stared out the window at the scenery. The houses were close together, reminding me of most old European cities like Paris and London. Their colors broke up the similarities as nearly all of them boasted the same design, windows overlooking their neighbors and tiny balconies . Homes gave way to apartments of the same design with multiple residents. The area had more hills than I remembered ; the streets winded from cobblestone to concrete and back as we navigated towards the center of town.
We rode in silence until he parked on the street in front of what appeared to be an old European church complete with a bell tower and clock.
"This is it?" I checked,
"Raise the shield before you even get in the car with the waffle."
"What's up with the names?"
"I'm frustrated. Now change and stop by my room so I can wire you. This way if you get in trouble, we'll know."
"Fine, now go." I shooed him out, shut the door and locked it. One minute later I was at his door dressed in wide-legged gray cotton-wool pants, black ballet flats, a fitted cream sweater and my hair freshly wrapped in a bun atop my head with my passport, debit card and phone in my pockets.
"Come in and shut the door." He h a nded me a pair of diamond stud earrings. I handed him my pearls in return.
"Don't lose those. They're my mom's." At the mention of her, a wave of sadness hit me.
My parents' deaths had hit me harder than I liked to admit. Rather than wallow in sorrow all the time, I tried to distract myself to avoid thinking about them. There were times when Kellan was out with Craig and my aunt was away, times when I was alone in our house that I broke down, but never in front of anyone. I'd broken down too much, been too sappy right after my transformation. The doctor said it was all the body and hormone change s, but I felt weak. Crying seemed like a weakness, esp ecially when it was in front of vamp s that tend ed to look down on emotion.
"Focus Leka," Kalel cut into my wander. He held up a lapel pin. "This is the camera; your earrings are the speakers, recorders, whatever you want to call them. They pick up the sound and match it to the video feed which I can get on my laptop and phone. And before you ask, no, you won't be caught by security."
"Ok." I turned my head as he pinned the camera on me. As soon as he finished I looked forward to him gazing straight at me, an odd expression on his face. I swallowed hard, feeling exposed almost. He shook his head and pulled away. "Let me make sure it's working." I merely nodded my head, trying to ignore the flutters in my stomach.
Focus on Kellan. You can't screw this up with him again. Kalel gave me an odd appraising look. "Um, yea, check it , " I stumbled, trying to get him to focus on anything but me.
Two minutes later I was set to go. "Be careful Leka. I'll be watching. And make sure you keep your thoughts blocked. "
"Thanks." I left with an uneasy feeling. They were all so worried about me going some place that was essentially like the vampeen White House or Pentagon. I just didn't understand the hype. Aside from Keira, I hadn’t really faced anyone who strongly disliked opposite vamps. I'd been warned, but hadn't experienced. For some reason, I had a feeling I'd learn very soon.
"You took long," Matteo stated as soon as I got in the van.
"I'm a girl. I take a while to get ready." He started the car, giving me a sideways glance before pulling out.
"I do not understand why you are important. They talk like you are royalty. I expected a queen, Angelina Jolie, someone much more than you." He finally rubbed me the wrong way.
"Well you got me , " I bit out; m y tone was harsher than I intended, but I didn't bother softening. He'd just insulted me. I knew I was none of those things, but it was rude of him to blatantly throw it in my face in a demeaning way. I wasn't calling him a servant, chauffer or 'the help.'
"You're mad," he observed.
I ignored him as I stared out the window at the scenery. The houses were close together, reminding me of most old European cities like Paris and London. Their colors broke up the similarities as nearly all of them boasted the same design, windows overlooking their neighbors and tiny balconies . Homes gave way to apartments of the same design with multiple residents. The area had more hills than I remembered ; the streets winded from cobblestone to concrete and back as we navigated towards the center of town.
We rode in silence until he parked on the street in front of what appeared to be an old European church complete with a bell tower and clock.
"This is it?" I checked,
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