spotted Avery in her
office. She was slumped over, head in hands, and The Prim was
standing over her. A sense of fear and desperation filled him. He
pressed against the wall and peered around, trying to watch their
exchange without being noticed.
The Prim slammed her palm down on her desk
and Avery jumped. He couldn’t make out what she was saying even
with his angelic hearing. The fish tank, fax machine, and music
humming from the secretary’s computer, drowned out their
voices.
The glass door to her office swung open.
“And remember what you have to do to Gaby
Moore.”
Alexander froze. His blood ran cold. Do what
to Gaby? What was The Prim up to?
“I don’t—”
“You don’t have a choice, or I’ll make sure
you’re off the cheerleading squad for good.”
“No, I’ll—”
“Good, I’m glad we understand each
other.”
Terror radiated from Avery. What were they
talking about? Something wasn’t right. What was Avery suppose to do
to Gaby? His gut clenched tight in warning. He clutched the cool
cement wall and focused on The Prim but felt nothing. No anger,
resentment, or anxiety. Nothing. How could he not feel anything?
All humans emitted some sort of emotion. Unless, she wasn’t
human?
“Can I help you with something, Mr. Lorre?”
The Prim’s voice echoed down the white hall.
Strong, smoldering weed smelling perfume
nearly made him choke. Perhaps she used it to stifle her demon
scent. He had to clutch the rough material of his jeans to prevent
from holding his nose. Slowly, he turned to find The Prim with
hands on hips. “I was just headed to class.”
“Did you not hear the bell, Mr. Lorre?
You’re late. Again.” Now she stood with arms crossed, eye to eye
with him. He couldn’t help but glance down at her four-inch heels,
making her nearly six feet tall. Part of her power trip maybe?
“Yes, I heard the bell. It’s just that—”
“What Mr. Lorre?”
He mentally slapped himself upside the head. Snap out of it. “I’m not feeling so well, I texted my mother
and told her I’d be heading home.”
“I hope it’s nothing serious.” Sarcasm
dripped from her voice.
“Nah, probably just ate something bad.”
Alexander drew his hand to his stomach for added emphasis. He
needed to get home and tell Grace about Prim, but he couldn’t leave
Gaby here if Prim was a demon. If only their ability to communicate
had grown stronger. He would have been able to tell her the trouble
from where he stood, but she was too far away.
The Prim waved a hand toward the end of the
hall. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Dang, he needed to protect Gaby, but there
was no way to change his story now without drawing more suspicion.
Hopefully, if Prim was a demon, she was still trying to figure out
who possessed the power to stop the war. Grace, he had to talk this
out with her.
He shuffled to the exit, all the while
trying to get a sense of whom or what the principal was.
“I hope you feel better soon. Maybe you
should take a couple of days. We wouldn’t want another flu epidemic
hitting the school.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He slid his hand in
his jean pocket to retrieve his cell phone.
“Oh, and Mr. Lorre, I’d appreciate it if you
didn’t lurk around my office anymore.”
The door clicked shut from behind before he
could respond. A chilly breeze shot through his body to his bones
as if an angel carried a warning on the wind.
With eyes closed, he concentrated on warning
Sammy and Boon, but there was no response.
He pulled his sleek black phone from his
pocket and bolted to his car. His thumbs pressed so hard against
the display he thought he’d break it, but he continued his mad
texting to Boon. He knew cell reception was spotty in the school,
but he had to try. Then he sent Sammy a text, warning her to stay
close to Gaby.
The engine revved loudly in the silent
parking lot, and he paused, gripping the steering wheel. Did he
dare leave her alone in that school with a possible
office. She was slumped over, head in hands, and The Prim was
standing over her. A sense of fear and desperation filled him. He
pressed against the wall and peered around, trying to watch their
exchange without being noticed.
The Prim slammed her palm down on her desk
and Avery jumped. He couldn’t make out what she was saying even
with his angelic hearing. The fish tank, fax machine, and music
humming from the secretary’s computer, drowned out their
voices.
The glass door to her office swung open.
“And remember what you have to do to Gaby
Moore.”
Alexander froze. His blood ran cold. Do what
to Gaby? What was The Prim up to?
“I don’t—”
“You don’t have a choice, or I’ll make sure
you’re off the cheerleading squad for good.”
“No, I’ll—”
“Good, I’m glad we understand each
other.”
Terror radiated from Avery. What were they
talking about? Something wasn’t right. What was Avery suppose to do
to Gaby? His gut clenched tight in warning. He clutched the cool
cement wall and focused on The Prim but felt nothing. No anger,
resentment, or anxiety. Nothing. How could he not feel anything?
All humans emitted some sort of emotion. Unless, she wasn’t
human?
“Can I help you with something, Mr. Lorre?”
The Prim’s voice echoed down the white hall.
Strong, smoldering weed smelling perfume
nearly made him choke. Perhaps she used it to stifle her demon
scent. He had to clutch the rough material of his jeans to prevent
from holding his nose. Slowly, he turned to find The Prim with
hands on hips. “I was just headed to class.”
“Did you not hear the bell, Mr. Lorre?
You’re late. Again.” Now she stood with arms crossed, eye to eye
with him. He couldn’t help but glance down at her four-inch heels,
making her nearly six feet tall. Part of her power trip maybe?
“Yes, I heard the bell. It’s just that—”
“What Mr. Lorre?”
He mentally slapped himself upside the head. Snap out of it. “I’m not feeling so well, I texted my mother
and told her I’d be heading home.”
“I hope it’s nothing serious.” Sarcasm
dripped from her voice.
“Nah, probably just ate something bad.”
Alexander drew his hand to his stomach for added emphasis. He
needed to get home and tell Grace about Prim, but he couldn’t leave
Gaby here if Prim was a demon. If only their ability to communicate
had grown stronger. He would have been able to tell her the trouble
from where he stood, but she was too far away.
The Prim waved a hand toward the end of the
hall. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Dang, he needed to protect Gaby, but there
was no way to change his story now without drawing more suspicion.
Hopefully, if Prim was a demon, she was still trying to figure out
who possessed the power to stop the war. Grace, he had to talk this
out with her.
He shuffled to the exit, all the while
trying to get a sense of whom or what the principal was.
“I hope you feel better soon. Maybe you
should take a couple of days. We wouldn’t want another flu epidemic
hitting the school.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He slid his hand in
his jean pocket to retrieve his cell phone.
“Oh, and Mr. Lorre, I’d appreciate it if you
didn’t lurk around my office anymore.”
The door clicked shut from behind before he
could respond. A chilly breeze shot through his body to his bones
as if an angel carried a warning on the wind.
With eyes closed, he concentrated on warning
Sammy and Boon, but there was no response.
He pulled his sleek black phone from his
pocket and bolted to his car. His thumbs pressed so hard against
the display he thought he’d break it, but he continued his mad
texting to Boon. He knew cell reception was spotty in the school,
but he had to try. Then he sent Sammy a text, warning her to stay
close to Gaby.
The engine revved loudly in the silent
parking lot, and he paused, gripping the steering wheel. Did he
dare leave her alone in that school with a possible
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