“Well, then, I better get back to my research.”
I nodded, offering her as bright as smile as I could. Then she was gone.
Put-up or wuss-up time. I eased to the foot of the bed and rested the backs of my hands on my knees. My breathing was fast, too fast, as a bead of nervousness rolled through me, picking up steam.
I was a slayer. I could produce the fire.
I could kill Z.A.
And maybe myself...
Yeah, but maybe not.
I closed my eyes to concentrate. Before I could step out of my body, a thought bloomed, and I couldn’t shake it.
Would Nana come in here and find a pile of ash, then blame someone else? One of the other slayers?
Should I leave a note?
Shaking, I scribbled a quick goodbye at my desk. Did this to myself. Love you so much. Just in case. And maybe I should have spent more time on it, explaining everything, but I didn’t want to take a chance I’d talk myself out of such a necessary action.
So...without further ado, I forced my spirit to rise. I looked at my hands, and willed the fire to come. Little white flames sparked at the ends of my trembling fingertips. Not giving myself time to think, I turned and pressed those flames into my body’s chest. Then I waited. I watched my own face as a muscle ticked under my eye...but nothing else happened.
Disappointed, a lot angry and just a little relieved, I dropped my arms to my sides.
Why hadn’t that worked?
I rejoined spirit and body. Maybe...Z.A. had left my body with me?
Would she always?
I had to find out. But how?
Temples throbbing, I stalked out of my room and hunted for Reeve. I needed a distraction. Only, she wasn’t in her room. Or the kitchen. I headed to the second floor, bypassing antique chairs and tables, each surrounded by colorful vases and paintings of flowers. The closer I got to my gym, the more grunts, groans and girlish laughter I heard. She was there.
I reached the open doorway and ground to a halt.
Veronica was in the process of teaching my friends how to defend themselves from an attack.
“—proper fist,” she was saying. “Like this. That way, when you throw a punch, you won’t break your thumb.”
Reeve and Kat nodded eagerly.
“Show me,” Veronica commanded.
The pair spent the next few minutes punching air.
“Excellent.”
“I feel sorry for whoever makes a play for me,” Kat said, flexing her arms. “Do you see the amazingly sick biceps I’m developing?”
Grinning, Reeve said, “So, how did you learn to fight like this, Ronny?”
Ronny. Just like that, I felt utterly betrayed. This was my home. They were my friends. And I’d had enough. Before the girl could reply, I stepped deeper into the room. “What are you doing here, Veronica?”
Three sets of eyes looked over at me.
“Frosty sent me,” Veronica explained, tone now cold.
“He said you were fine with it, that you’d suggested he take care of it,” Kat said with a frown. “But, uh, judging by your expression, I’m thinking he must have misunderstood.”
Veronica glared at me. “Would you care to join us and learn something, Ali? A few skills could give you the confidence you need to actually engage in battle rather than run away.”
I sucked in a breath. Such a low blow.
“What are you talking about?” Reeve demanded.
Kat threw the girl a dagger-sharp glare. “Oh, no, you didn’t.”
“You have no idea what went down, Veronica,” I gritted. “Therefore, you have no right to comment.”
“What went down?” Reeve asked. “And how do you know our self-defense instructor?”
My attention remained on Veronica. “You can leave now. I’m taking over.”
“Uh, that would be a big fat no. Frosty wants these girls trained right.”
Are you going to let her speak to you that way?
I didn’t have to think about my answer. No. No, I wasn’t.
Threatening her won’t do you any good. You’ll have to force her to zip her lips.
Yes. I could. I would.