Full Moon
it on.” Michael winked.
    At me or
Sarah? I couldn’t tell.
    “ It suits the outfit, doesn’t it?” Grace, grinning like a
madman, finally spoke up.
    “ It looks gorgeous. Rouge looks gorgeous.” Sarah opened a
closet door. “Sweety, take this scarf wrap, in case you get cold.”
She held a sapphire blue scarf out to me.
    “ Thanks.” I wrapped the pretty scarf around my wrist not sure
if I’d need it. Better to have it and not
need it.
    We drove to
the school in Michael’s car. My gladiator would never ride in a
tiny Smartcar. The music could be heard from the parking lot. I
climbed out of the car, setting the scarf on top as I flipped the
seat forward so Grace could crawl out.
    We walked
around the side of the school and found Simon leaning against the
wall outside the gymnasium, dressed as Tuxedo Ken.
    He grinned
when he saw Grace. “It’s about time. I was beginning to think you
were going to stand me up! Damon said—”
    “ He here?” Michael glanced around.
    “ Damon?” Simon’s eyebrow’s mashed together. “No, he had some
family function or something.”
    “ Probably couldn’t find a date.” Grace whispered.
    We headed
inside. The gymnasium had been transformed. There were flickering
lights set against the walls to look like fireplaces, roughly hand
made tables and benches lined one side and students sat drinking,
snacking and laughing. Painted brick patterns covered the walls and
floors. A pair of thrones sat on the stage with stage. An ancient
castle made to look present day. A big cauldron filled with fruit
punch stood to the left of the stage.
    “ I’ll get us some drinks.” Michael gave my hand a light
squeeze before disappearing into the crowd.
    I shivered.
The janitor had probably put the fans or air-conditioning on in the
gym. Realizing I’d left the scarf on the hood of the car. I leaned
toward Grace. “I’ll be right back.”
    Jogging to the
car, I hoped it hadn’t disappeared. It wasn’t on the top where I’d
left it. Bending down, I looked under the car and frowned. Not
there. I straightened and checked the top of the trunk and hood.
The wind had blown it against the wiper and luckily it had caught
on the end. I wrapped it over my shoulders.
    I turned
around to head back to the gym and nearly jumped out of my skin.
Damon stood before me, his arms crossed tight over his chest.
    “ Sheesh. You scared me.” I swallowed. “I didn’t hear you come
up.”
    “ Did you come with her ? Simon said he was going as her
flippin’—Ken.” He spat on the ground and then leaned forward, his
pitch black eyes and hot breath smacked against my face like a
slap. “I’m obviously concerned for his safety.”
    This guy’s freaking nuts . “I’ve no
clue what you’re talking about.” Was he
drunk ? As I looked into his eyes to see
the tell-tale red on white, Damon stepped back, like I terrified him .
    “ You are so going to burn in hell for this one. You think you
can squirm your way into that family?”
    He was crazy . “You’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met, and believe me
I’ve met some real idiots.”
    “ Listen, bi--” he stopped mid-sentence and reached for my
neck.
    Jammed between
him and the Mustang, I had nowhere to go. My hands curled into
fists and rose by my neck, trying to protect it. Was he going to
strangle me right in the school parking lot?
    Instead, he
stepped back again, pulling one hand back like I’d burned him. He
swiped at my throat with the hand still in the air.
    He’s trying to grab my necklace. I
clutched the pendant, worried he’d lean in and rip it
off.
    Instead, he kept his distance, but the venom in his voice
couldn’t be missed. “So help me, Rouge. If you ever come near me again, I’ll
destroy you. I know exactly what their kind are. And I’m not alone. More
know. Lots more.” He snorted, pointing at me. “Yeah, you tell your
precious Michael that. Let him know we’re going to annihilate him.”
He turned and ran off into the

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