much better they sound with someone who can actually sing. Reefer looks up at me and smiles. I wave and smile back. I laugh when I think about what Taylor called him: a geek of the Guitar Hero variety. He is, and it’s cool.
And suddenly I feel all emotional. It must be the beer, ’cause my eyes well up when I realize how much I’m gonna miss all this. But I hope I’m not gonna miss Luc. I’ve been afraid to ask what’s gonna happen after graduation.
I stumble toward him and stop to look back at my friends when I hear Taylor screech, “You stupid shit!” She shoves Riley, but only succeeds in knocking herself on her butt in the mud.
I turn back, smiling, and make my way to Luc. When I get to him, I hook my hands over his shoulders and lean in to steady myself. I rest my head on his chest, and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
“Hey,” I say into his shirt.
“You having fun?”
“Yeah, but you’re not.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Dunno. You’re just standing here.”
“Enjoying the view,” he says squeezing me a little tighter.
“Fee! You suck!” Taylor shouts at me.
In answer, I push back from Luc and flip her the bird. Then I reach up and twist my hand in his hair, pulling his face to mine. He grins and lets me, and when he kisses me I seriously want to climb right into him.
“C’mere,” I whisper in his ear, sliding my hand under his T-shirt and running my finger along the skin at his waistband. I want him alone-now.
“Where are we going?” I feel his body stiffen as I hook my fingers around the button of his jeans.
“Just for a little stroll.” I turn and start to tug him by the waist of his pants toward his car.
He smiles. “What about your friends? This may be your last bash with them.”
“To hell with my friends.”
I tow him past a line of cars on the side of the road to the Shelby parked near the woods. When we get to it, I push him into the side and lean in, pressing myself into him. Roadkill must be on a break, ’cause I can hear Led Zeppelin wailing from the boom box about a stairway to Heaven, but all I care about is Luc.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, searching my face as if looking for something he lost.
“Finding our own stairway to Heaven. Your backseat looks comfortable. I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet,” I slur, pushing away from him to open the door.
So, I’m feeling pretty dizzy, but the potent smell of rotten eggs cuts through my drunken haze instantly. I start to turn, but a pair of hot arms grab me from behind. Reflexively, I drop into a crouch and grab one of the arms from my waist. I lose my balance as I flip the person it’s attached to over my shoulder onto the ground in front of me. I see his face just before I fall backward into the mud.
Belias’s one good eye stares red death at me. His other is covered with a black eye patch.
The next second, I’m being scooped off the ground and thrown into Luc’s car.
Luc
I scoop Frannie off the ground and throw her in the car as Belias picks himself up and dives at us. I summon what’s left of my power and hit him in the chest with a blast so pathetic it would have embarrassed me a few weeks ago. Now, I’m pretty proud of it. It knocks him back to the ground, slowing him down enough that we’re in the car before he picks himself back up. Remembering last time, I throw up a field around the car-probably not enough to keep him out, but it’s all I’ve got-and gun the engine.
But when I look in the rearview mirror, there’s a bright flash of white light and someone is standing over Belias. Gabriel? It has to be. But he looks different-smaller, somehow.
I breathe deep to slow my pounding heart. “Are you okay, Frannie?”
“Yup,” she says, and when I glance at her, she doesn’t even look scared.
“You’re sure?”
She actually smiles. “Yup.” Then her head lolls back on the seat and she closes her eyes.
“Frannie?” I nudge her.
Nothing.
“Oh, for the sin of Satan,” I mumble to myself.
Now what? I can’t take her home like this-drunk and covered in mud. There’s my apartment. but it’s not safe. I need backup. So there’s really only one option. Hopefully he’ll beat us home.
When Gabriel opens his door and looks at Frannie, wrapped in a blanket in my arms, his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “She’s not. ”
“She’s fine, don’t freak. She just doesn’t hold her beer very well.”
“I think you’re way past having to get her drunk.”
“Out of the way, smart-ass,” I push past him into the family room.
“Watch the white. everything,” he says. “What did she do, mud wrestle?”
I lay her on the couch. “Close. Can’t you just throw some holy water on her and clean her up?”
He smirks at me. “Some things
“I’m thinking the miracle is the better option. I’m finding these teenage hormones a force to be reckoned with.” I look at Frannie and shake my head. “Truth is, they’re kicking my ass.”
His mouth curves into a smile far from angelic and his brows shoot up. “I’ll do it.” He bends over her and pulls off her muddy sneakers. I shove him out of the way. “Wait in the kitchen.”
He shrugs and saunters off in that direction, wicked smile still in place. When he’s gone, I tug her shirt over her head and groan.
Damn! I was right-black lace. What a waste.
Once her jeans are off, I tuck the blanket around her and toss her clothes at Gabe. I drop into the chair next to the couch and close my eyes, letting my head loll back. When he comes back, he sits in the chair across from me.
“Thanks for the help,” I say looking at Frannie. “I couldn’t take her home like this. Her parents already know I’m the devil, and, now that I’m not anymore, I’m hoping to prove them wrong.” I wave in her direction. “This won’t help my cause.”
“Is she supposed to go home tonight?” he asks.
“No. She’s supposed to stay at Taylor’s.”
“We can let her sleep it off here, then.”
I swallow my pride. “Also. thanks for the help at the party tonight. I’m not the demon I used to be. There’s not much left in the old spark plugs.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, Belias. at the party.”
“Wasn’t me, dude.”
“Whatever you say. But thanks.”
He shakes his head and smiles.
I gaze at Frannie’s sleeping form, so petite, on the couch. “Gabriel?”
“Yeah.”
“Her soul is still clean, isn’t it? I haven’t. you know. tainted her or anything? I can’t tell for sure anymore.”
Concern passes briefly over his features before it clears and he answers, “They have no claim to her, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’m not sure how long that will last if she keeps hanging with you. You’re a bad influence.”
“I’m sure I am. So, should I expect to be smote anytime soon? You know, the wrath of God and all that?”
A smile plays at his lips. “Unfortunately, no, but it’d help if you backed off.”
I know he’s right. I’ve always known it, but. “I don’t seem to have any choice in the matter anymore. I can’t stay away from her.”
