Demon Day by Penelope Fletcher (best novels in english .TXT) 📕

Pulling on my glamour my hearing,sense of smell and range of vision was muted as a blanket of magictransformed me into human form. I scrunched up my nose; never had Ithought I would miss my tail and wings.

Leaves crunched underfoot as Tomaswalked back round to stare at my face. “Rae?”

I was simply not bold enough not toblush, and I clutched the shirt to my chest. “Turnaround.”

“No.”

I blinked, fought a smile. “Uh, turnaround please?”

“I find I like looking atyou.” His eyes flicked down and he grinned, all toothy, his fangssomewhat extended.

I glanced behind me and found Ro andLex were steadily walking through the trees back towards Temple.Lex looked like a floating ghost as she passed in and out of sightbehind the broad trunks.

Tomas touched my collarbone. My heartkicked and sped up. I tried hard to slow it down, but it was auseless task when his hands were on me, and I fidgeted when hissmooth palm travelled over my stomach, traced my waist, and settledon my hip.

Being with Tomas wasn’t like beingwith Breandan, not at all. I felt bold, confident when he looked ortouched me. I could relate to him. He wasn’t perfect like Breandanwas … he was flawed, like me.

He pulled me closer and leaned over tomurmur in my ear, “Do you remember how you felt when I held youlike this before?” His hands were busy, and my mouth went dryremembering how I had felt the first time he kissed me in my dormroom at Temple.

I dragged in a shuddering breath,experiencing tunnel vision. “I will never forget.” The tunnelsuddenly glowed silver and were the edges of the world had goneblurry everything snapped back into focus. “But Brean–”

With a snarl, I was shoved back untilI hit the dirt, Tomas over me. His was furious, and I felt aprickle of fear replaced with a surge of lust as his hand sweptover my stomach.

“Do not say his name.” Hekissed me, full of fire and anger. I felt a sharp prick on mytongue and he sucked. He pulled away, quivering, and his fangs ranout. “You know you want me not him.”

As I looked into his eyes, I feltsomething within me stir. It resisted the passion I felt andprickled my insides as if hands with sharp nails scored my heart. Iwanted him? Yes, I wanted him, but did I feel for him enough toturn my back on Breandan? I knew it was a possibility, but my mindshied away from it. No … I knew what I wanted. The prickling at theback of my mind became a sharp pain as I pushed himaway.

He resisted, frowning. “What is thematter?”

“Get off me.” I wriggledfrom beneath him and snatched at the shirt. It pulled taut, the endcaught underneath his frozen form. “Do you mind?” I yanked on ituntil he shifted his weight.

Hands shaking, I pulled the shirt onto cover myself. I wrapped my hands around my stomach, and took adeep breath. My body was going haywire, but I did not want it to belike this. I did not want the fear of making the wrong choice tospoil my first time. I wanted to have a clear heart and consciouswhen I bedded the one I loved. Tomas had this way of making meforget myself. Ungh. I did not do things like this, so why whenthis vampire came near me did I loose all sense of self?

“You don’t want me,” Tomassaid slowly peering up at me, his hands open on his lap. His voicewas remote, cautious, but there was a trace of a question,hope.

Pushing the hair from my face, Iexhaled sharply. “Gods, I’m sorry. It’s just I touch you andthink–”

“That you should be withhim,” he cut in. Well, he said it so I didn’t have to. Tomas sighedand stood smoothly. Careful not to touch me he forced me to lookinto his bottomless eyes. “And when you are with him you think nothoughts of me.” It was not a question.

I stumbled over my words, unable tolie. “That’s … not true.” Not entirely.

His cold fingers brushed along theoutside of my arms causing the skin to goose-pimple. “Not in theway I wish you to think of me.”

My instinct was to lie, but I couldn’tphysically bring myself to do it. I twisted my hands into the endsof his shirt and winced when it ripped a little under the strain.It was already threadbare, and it smelt like freshwater andminerals. It smelt like Tomas. I fingered the fabric. “You washedyour clothes?”

He nodded. “In the river.”

Standing there, half dressed in thepresence of my vampire was suddenly awkward. In the time we hadbeen apart I had taken a moment to think about my actions, and Ihad seen just how wrong my behavior had been. When I had first metTomas I’d been nothing but wary of him. Yet the spark of lust I hadexperienced in Bayou dorms had shown me an exciting and dangerousside to our relationship.

After spending time with Breandan, Iknew it was a side I no longer wished to pursue. Oh, there wasdesire, and want, but what we want was not always what is good forus.

I couldn’t be his girl, but I could behis friend.

Patting his chest, I kissed him on thecheek. “We will talk,” I said and kissed him again before steppingback. “We’ll learn everything there is to know about each other. Iwill help you, Tomas. I swore I would.”

He did not move, blink, or speak. Hebecame still, and I felt him withdraw from me entirely.

“Tomas?”

With a gasp, he stumbled back. Hisfangs were still down and his chest heaved. Disturbing since Tomasdidn’t actually breathe. He placed a hand over where his heartmight beat and shook violently.

“Tomas!” I was concernednow.

Not that it should have been possible,but his skin looked paler and a stain of darkness spilled from hispupils to blot the whites of his eyes black.

I hesitated, unsure as to why he wasreacting so strangely. The darkness was no longer there in thecorner of my mind for me to tug on to glean a better understanding.It was still inside me, I could feel the blood tie, but it washidden