of it.
“Did you see that?” she asked, her finger pointing up at the sky. “A shooting star.”
I nuzzled my face along the side of hers, resting my hands on her hips. “Sorry. I missed it. I was too busy looking at you.”
Twisting in my arms, she looped her arms around my neck. “That was so cheesy.”
I rubbed our noses together and stole a kiss.
She flashed me a smile. “I think it’s a sign.”
Yeah, I’m sure. Trouble.
Chapter 8
College. The next chapter in our lives. Together.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, the actually leaving sucked.
I’d never seen so many females cry. They cried while we packed, a production in itself. Lexi didn’t understand the concept of packing light. If it were possible to take every last item in her room, right down to the porcelain unicorns she still collected, she would have.
Devin had to put his foot down, because in his own words, “I’m not renting a damn U-haul.” And that put an end to Lexi’s extravagant wardrobe. She puckered her lips, unhappy. Knowing my cousin, she would immediately scope out the nearest mall.
Angel was Lexi’s polar opposite. She came out of her house that Saturday morning of D-day, dragging a large black and silver duffle bag behind her. Grinning, I watched her struggle with the overstuffed bag that probably weighed more than she did. I moved before she saw me, and when she did notice me, I startled her.
“Dammit, Chase. Why do you do that? Does it give you some kind of twisted pleasure?”
I loved the way her mind worked. “Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance. She hated when I snuck up on her, but it was so darn fun. How could I resist?
She angled her head at me. “Playing dumb is so not cute.”
Effortlessly, I tossed her bag over my shoulder. “You want cute…” I waggled my brows.
Her lips fought a grin, and she pushed at my chest with her hand. “Shut up.”
“I’ve had snappier comebacks from a bowl of Rice Krispies.”
I got the stink eye.
“Is this all you’ve got?”
“Yep. And another bag I already stashed in the backseat. I’ve got this, Hercules. You can put the killer guns away.” She reached for the strap slung over my shoulder. Miss Independent.
Well, tough. She was going to have to get used to me being around, helping. It was no longer just Angel and her mom anymore. The sooner she accepted that fact, the easier we’d get along. I smirked and stepped back. “How killer?”
She rolled her eyes.
I started walking across the yard, keeping my pace at human speeds so she wasn’t running to stay beside me. With a quick swing, I lugged the bag into the trunk of Angel’s Fusion. When I turned around to face her, I sensed something was bothering her. “You’re worried. Why?”
She went still. “It’s not what you think.”
“Then tell me what it is,” I more or less demanded.
Her eyes traveled to the old white two-story house that had been her home for the last year. The morning sun caught hints of caramel in her dark hair as it spilled down her back. “I never thought I would miss this place.”
It was more than just this place , but I played along. “NIU is only an hour away. You can come home as often as you’d like.” I didn’t mention that this was her idea. All I wanted was for her to be happy, and I wasn’t getting happy vibes from her.
She kicked a pebble with the tip of her sneakers. “I know. It’s silly, but I can’t help but be afraid to leave.”
I leaned against the side of the car. “Spring Valley or your mom?”
Frustration rolled off her. “My mom. How will I know that she’s safe?”
“Devin is here—”
“Devin isn’t you ,” she argued.
Damn straight. No one was like me. The sheer confidence she held in me warmed my innards. I pushed forward and ran my hands down her arms.
“She knows too much, Chase. Who is to stop the hunters or demons from killing her?” she asked wearily.
Her nervousness was valid. “Angel,
“Did you see that?” she asked, her finger pointing up at the sky. “A shooting star.”
I nuzzled my face along the side of hers, resting my hands on her hips. “Sorry. I missed it. I was too busy looking at you.”
Twisting in my arms, she looped her arms around my neck. “That was so cheesy.”
I rubbed our noses together and stole a kiss.
She flashed me a smile. “I think it’s a sign.”
Yeah, I’m sure. Trouble.
Chapter 8
College. The next chapter in our lives. Together.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, the actually leaving sucked.
I’d never seen so many females cry. They cried while we packed, a production in itself. Lexi didn’t understand the concept of packing light. If it were possible to take every last item in her room, right down to the porcelain unicorns she still collected, she would have.
Devin had to put his foot down, because in his own words, “I’m not renting a damn U-haul.” And that put an end to Lexi’s extravagant wardrobe. She puckered her lips, unhappy. Knowing my cousin, she would immediately scope out the nearest mall.
Angel was Lexi’s polar opposite. She came out of her house that Saturday morning of D-day, dragging a large black and silver duffle bag behind her. Grinning, I watched her struggle with the overstuffed bag that probably weighed more than she did. I moved before she saw me, and when she did notice me, I startled her.
“Dammit, Chase. Why do you do that? Does it give you some kind of twisted pleasure?”
I loved the way her mind worked. “Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance. She hated when I snuck up on her, but it was so darn fun. How could I resist?
She angled her head at me. “Playing dumb is so not cute.”
Effortlessly, I tossed her bag over my shoulder. “You want cute…” I waggled my brows.
Her lips fought a grin, and she pushed at my chest with her hand. “Shut up.”
“I’ve had snappier comebacks from a bowl of Rice Krispies.”
I got the stink eye.
“Is this all you’ve got?”
“Yep. And another bag I already stashed in the backseat. I’ve got this, Hercules. You can put the killer guns away.” She reached for the strap slung over my shoulder. Miss Independent.
Well, tough. She was going to have to get used to me being around, helping. It was no longer just Angel and her mom anymore. The sooner she accepted that fact, the easier we’d get along. I smirked and stepped back. “How killer?”
She rolled her eyes.
I started walking across the yard, keeping my pace at human speeds so she wasn’t running to stay beside me. With a quick swing, I lugged the bag into the trunk of Angel’s Fusion. When I turned around to face her, I sensed something was bothering her. “You’re worried. Why?”
She went still. “It’s not what you think.”
“Then tell me what it is,” I more or less demanded.
Her eyes traveled to the old white two-story house that had been her home for the last year. The morning sun caught hints of caramel in her dark hair as it spilled down her back. “I never thought I would miss this place.”
It was more than just this place , but I played along. “NIU is only an hour away. You can come home as often as you’d like.” I didn’t mention that this was her idea. All I wanted was for her to be happy, and I wasn’t getting happy vibes from her.
She kicked a pebble with the tip of her sneakers. “I know. It’s silly, but I can’t help but be afraid to leave.”
I leaned against the side of the car. “Spring Valley or your mom?”
Frustration rolled off her. “My mom. How will I know that she’s safe?”
“Devin is here—”
“Devin isn’t you ,” she argued.
Damn straight. No one was like me. The sheer confidence she held in me warmed my innards. I pushed forward and ran my hands down her arms.
“She knows too much, Chase. Who is to stop the hunters or demons from killing her?” she asked wearily.
Her nervousness was valid. “Angel,
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