depot building were already starting to take on the weird magical look of being gilded with ice.
“My truck’s just over there.” Heath pointed to where his truck was parked at the edge of the deserted parking lot under a tree that had obviously at one time been planted as an ornament near the sidewalk that wrapped around the depot. Years of being ignored and not pruned had really messed with it, though, and instead of fitting neatly into its circular opening in the cement, the tree had grown way bigger than it should have and its roots had broken the sidewalk around it. Its ice-slick limbs swayed precariously close to the old granite building; some of them were actually leaning on the roof. Just looking up at the tree made me cringe. If we got much more ice, the poor old thing was probably going to shatter into zillions of pieces.
“Here,” Heath held one side of his coat up over my head. “Come on over to my truck so we can talk out of this mess.”
I glanced around at the gray, soggy landscape. Nothing seemed frightening or freaky—as in half-man, half- bird grossness. It was just wet and cold and empty.
“Okay, yeah,” I said, and let Heath lead me over to his truck. I probably shouldn’t have let him hold his coat over me and tuck me close to his side while I clutched on to him to keep from falling on the ice-slick pavement, but it felt so familiar and easy to be with him that I didn’t even hesitate. Let’s face it, Heath’s been in my life since I was in grade school. I was literally more comfortable with him than with anyone else in the world, except for my Grandma. No matter what was going on, or not going on, between us, Heath was like family to me. Actually, he’s better than the vast majority of my family. It was hard to imagine trying to treat him all formally like he was a stranger. After all, Heath had been my friend before he’d become my boyfriend.
We got to his truck and Heath opened the door for me, the interior smelling of an odd, familiar mixture of Heath and Armor All. (Heath is a neat freak about his truck; I swear you could eat off the seats.) Instead of sliding in, I hesitated. Sitting next to him in the cab of his truck was just too intimate, too reminiscent of the years I had been his girlfriend. So instead, I pulled a little away from him and half sat, half leaned on the end of the passenger’s seat, enough out of the icy rain to stay semidry. Heath gave me a sad smile, like he understood that I was doing my best to resist being with him again, and leaned against his side of the open door.
“Okay, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“I don’t like you being here. I don’t remember everything, but I do remember enough to know that the tunnels down there are bad news. I know you said those undead kids have changed, but I still don’t like you being down there with them. It doesn’t seem safe,” he said, looking serious and worried.
“Well, I don’t blame you for thinking it’s disgusting down there, but it really has changed. The kids are different, too. They have their humanity back. Plus, it’s the safest place for us right now.”
Heath studied my face for a long time, then he let out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who’s the priestess and stuff like that, so you know what you’re doing. It just feels weird to me. Are you sure you shouldn’t go back to the House of Night? Maybe this fallen angel guy isn’t as bad as you think he is.”
“No, Heath, he’s bad. Just trust me on this one. And the Raven Mockers are seriously dangerous. It’s not safe to go back to school. You didn’t see him when he rose out of the ground. It’s like he can put a spell on fledglings and vampyres. It’s really creepy. You already know how powerful Neferet is. Well, I think Kalona is even more powerful than her.”
“That is bad,” Heath agreed.
“Yeah.”
Heath nodded and didn’t say anything. He just looked at me. I looked back at him, and somehow got caught by his sweet, brown-eyed gaze. I’d been sitting there in silence for a while, just looking into his eyes, when I started to be intensely aware of him. I could smell Heath. It was the nice, soapy, Heath smell that I’d grown up with. He was standing close enough to me that I could feel the heat from his body.
Slowly, without saying a word, Heath took my hand and turned it over so that he could look at the intricate tattoos that decorated it. He traced the pattern with one of his fingers.
“It’s really amazing that this has happened to you,” he said softly, still studying my hand. “Sometimes when I’m waking up in the morning I forget that you’ve been Marked and you’re at the House of Night, and the first thing I think is how much I’m looking forward to knowing you’re going to be at the game Friday night watching me play. Or that I can’t wait to see you before school getting sausage rolls and your brown pop at Daylight Donuts.” He looked up from my hand and into my eyes. “And then I wake all the way up and remember that you won’t be there for any of those things. That wasn’t so bad when we were Imprinted, ’cause I still felt like I had a chance, that I still had a part of you. But now even that’s gone.”
Heath made my insides tremble. “I’m sorry, Heath. I—I just don’t know what else to say. I can’t change any of this.”
“Yes, you can.” Heath lifted my hand and pressed my palm against his black Broken Arrow Tigers football shirt just over his heart. “Can you feel it beating?” he whispered.
I nodded. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, if a little fast. It reminded me of the incredibly delicious blood that was pounding through his veins and how good it would feel to take just a tiny little bite of him…And now the pounding of my heart was beating in double time along with his.
“Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much
“Heath, no. We can’t.” My voice was rough as I tried to talk through the desire I was feeling for him.
“Of course we can, babe. We’re good at being together. We’ve had lots of practice at it.” Heath stepped closer to me. He took the pointing finger of my hand from his chest and ran his thumb lightly over my nicely manicured nail. “Is it true that your fingernails are hard enough that they can cut through skin?”
I nodded. I knew I should walk away and back down to the tunnels and the life that waited for me there, but I couldn’t. Heath was also a life that waited for me and right or wrong it was almost impossible for me to walk away from him.
Heath took my finger and lifted it so that my nail was pressed lightly against the soft place where his neck curved into his shoulder.
“Cut me, Zo. Drink my blood again.” His voice was deep and harsh with desire. “We’re already connected. We’ll always be connected. So put the Imprint back between us where it belongs.”
He pressed my fingernail harder against his neck. We were both breathing heavily now. When my nail broke through his skin, making a small scratch on his neck, I watched, mesmerized, as an exquisitely thin ribbon of scarlet sprang up against the paleness of his skin.
The smell hit me then, the utterly familiar scent of Heath’s blood. The blood I’d once Imprinted as my own. Nothing can compare to the scent of fresh human blood, not another fledgling’s and not even an adult vampyre’s blood is as compelling, as hypnotically desirable. I felt myself leaning toward him.
“Yes, babe, yes. Drink from me, Zo. Remember how good it feels?” Heath whispered while his hand on my waist pulled me into him.
Couldn’t I just take one little taste? So what if I Imprinted with Heath, again? Hell, of course, we’d Imprint. And that’s not so bad. I loved being Imprinted with him. He’d liked it, too, until—
Until I’d broken the Imprint along with his heart and quite possibly irreparably damaged his soul.
I shoved him away and lurched out of the cab of the truck, stepping quickly around Heath. The icy rain actually felt good as it fell on my face, cooling the heat of my bloodlust.
“I have to go back, Heath,” I said, trying hard to get my breathing and my racing heart under control. “You have to go back, too, where you belong. And that’s not here.”
“Zoey, what’s wrong?” He took a step toward me, and I moved one more step away from him. “What did I do?”
“Nothing. It’s—It’s not you, Heath.” I pushed my wet hair back from my face. “You’re great. You’ve always been great, and I do love you. That’s why this can’t happen between us again. Imprinting with me isn’t good for you, especially not right now.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about what’s good for me and what’s not?”
“Because you don’t think straight when it comes to me and you!” I shouted. “Remember how painful it was when our Imprint broke? Remember how you said it made you feel like you wanted to die?”
“Then don’t break it again.”
