“You won’t be alone,” Chase fired back.
He sounded like he would defend her through the gates of Hades. This was not the Chase that I knew. Not by a long shot. And trust me, I am an excellent shot. He’d always been protective, but only toward his own kind, never what he considered as outsiders, which was pretty much the rest of us. And now he was protecting a human? What the hell had happened after I left? Had Spring Valley been exposed to some kind of chemical warfare? Had there been something in the goddamn water? Because Chase caring about the wellbeing of a human was…freaking unheard of.
“What?” Angel feigned outraged. Not that I blamed her. Chase Winters was an overbearing asshole on a good day. Imagine him on a bad… I got the shivers. “Are you going to follow me into the girls’ bathroom?” she asked.
I snickered to myself. At least this girl had spunk, which again made me wonder what she was doing with the likes of Chase.
“If I have to,” he shot back. I could hear the annoying smirk in his voice. No doubt he would have enjoyed that.
“Be serious, Chase,” Angel said.
“I am actually. Look, last week Lexi and I sort of talked with administration,” he said.
Oh no. I knew where this was going. The infamous Divisa eye rape. The one where they played scrabble with your mind. “We rearranged our schedules so that one of us will be in each of your classes.”
It was just like Chase to implant himself into every aspect of what he felt was important.
I waited for Angel’s response, hoping to get some more dirt. She just sighed.
“Come on,” Chase said. “We need to get to class before we’re late. I wouldn’t want us to spend your first day back in detention. I have plans after school.”
I bet he did.
Still slumped in the front seat of my SUV, I grinned. Guess I knew what I was doing after the final bell.
Trailing the suspect.
Chapter 5
The damn half-demon drove like a bat out of hell. I thought for sure, on more than one occasion, that I had lost sight of his car, which by the way just screamed, Look at me; I’m hot shit. For someone who wanted to stay under the radar, I didn’t think driving a car the price of a small house was the way to do it.
But hey, what did I know? I wasn’t the one with demon blood.
Following as far as I could without being detected was a lot harder than it sounded, especially when you were trailing a supernatural with bitchin’ abilities. It made it next to impossible, but I wasn’t just any yahoo. I had skills. Just a different set of skills, like normal ones.
When he stopped at a lovely brick house on the outskirts of town, I wondered what he was up to. It looked like your average family home. Neat manicured yard. Two and half garages. A swing set in the back. But I smelled mischief. It was my God-given duty to find out what kind of dealings Chase Winters was into.
I should have known that the low-life had ulterior motives.
Shortly after a quick beep of the horn, out walked a girl with flaming red hair, four-inch spikes, and deadly cherry lips. I would have known that face anywhere. It wasn’t one easily forgotten.
Sierra.
That home-wrecker.
Wow. It was like a two-for-one special.
Wasn’t I the lucky one?
The passenger side door opened, and Sierra slinked in like a feline in heat. I couldn’t even repeat what she had on. It was for rated X ears only. I actually had to fight to cover my eyes when she had walked out of her house. Did she not have an ounce of self-respect? Obviously someone was looking to get lucky.
I’d always pegged her for a slut.
Sometimes it was nice to be right.
I half expected the windows to start fogging any second, and it made me wonder if poor little Angel knew about her boy Chase’s extracurricular activities.
My guestimation…she was clueless.
Good thing for her, I was going to do all the ladies who had fallen for Chase’s devious charm a favor. And soon. Maybe right now.
Shifting lower in my seat, I was thankful for my tinted windows. My fingers fiddled with the blade in my hand, itching to make a move. I played it out in my head. Play by play. The facility manufactured its own weapons. It took a lot more than just any iron and silver to kill the supernatural. Like my blade, it was made from rubies and would work beautifully on Chase and his whore, provided I got close enough. Just a nick was plenty to cause searing pain, the distraction needed to issue the killing blow.
I was parked a few houses down in some random person’s driveway. Hopefully Mr. and Mrs. Jones were still at work. Otherwise, this might have been an awkward situation to explain. Time ticked by, and the two half-demons did nothing but talk. Whatever it was they were discussing, it appeared to be important. I caught Sierra waving her arms like an octopus.