pulled away. âYouâre cold. Really cold.â
His words brought back something Chan had said when sheâd been half out of it. Something about her body temperature changing, about how she couldnât let her parents take her temperature anymore.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â he said, scooting away. âYou must still be sick.â
âNo,â Della said. âIâm fine, Iâm just ⦠I meanâ¦â What did she mean? Was she going to tell Lee the truth? âIâm not contagious,â she said.
âWhat did you have?â He eased away, when all she wanted to do was to get closer. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her and make her forget everything that happened these last few days. He raked a hand through his black hair. âYou should probably go. If you get caught here, you know how it will look.â
âIt will look as if weâre sleeping together. Which we are. And I donât care if people know anymore.â
She put her hand on his shoulder.
âBut I do care,â he said. âDonât touch me.â He pushed her hand away. âI ⦠Iâm sorry, but I donât like how you feel right now. Something feels ⦠off about you. Itâs hard to explain, but you just seem really weird right now. I think you should go home and talk to your parents, get the help you need.â
It hit her then. Hit her like an eighteen-wheeler without brakes. Lee would never like how she felt. If he was afraid of some kind of flu, how would he feel about her being a vampire? About her drinking blood?
Tears filled her throat, but like the daughter her father had raised her to be, she didnât let a single tear fill her eyes. âI see.â She stood up.
âSee what?â he asked.
She moved to the window and swore she wouldnât look back, but she couldnât help it. She turned and met his eyes. For some reason, she suddenly saw something in Lee that she hadnât seen before. She saw her father. And yet ⦠âI love you. I will always love you.â And with that she jumped out of his upstairs window. She heard him call her name, and pull back the covers.
But she was gone before his feet touched the floor.
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When she got back to her room, she sat on the edge of her bed. Her stomach growled, her mouth watered, and she knew she needed ⦠blood. Where was Chan? Had he taken her O negative pint for himself? Had he abandoned her? She jumped up and went to the mirror and stared at herself. Her eyes were no longer dark brown, but golden. Bright hot yellow as if something inside her burned. And yet she was cold. Too cold for Lee? She noticed her two canines were ⦠sharp.
Her pulse raced and she heard Chanâs words bounce around her head. âYou canât live with humans anymore. You donât belong here.â
Her chest ached and this time she did cry. Tears crawled down her cheeks. Accepting what she had to do, she grabbed her suitcase and tossed in a few things. When Chan got here, she would be ready. Then, realizing she couldnât leave without ⦠without at least seeing her family one more time, she tiptoed out of her room and headed down the stairs. Her parentsâ door was closed, but she eased it open just a bit. Just enough to see them one last time. Her mother was asleep on her fatherâs chest. Her mother might not like her fatherâs pride, but she still loved him. She loved him because down deep she knew that her father had forsaken his pride to marry a white woman. In truth, he loved her mom more than his pride.
Her throat tightened as she silently closed the door. Then she moved back up the stairs, but instead of moving toward her room, she went to Marlaâs room. The door wasnât closed. She stepped inside and moved to the edge of the bed. Her sister rolled over and opened her eyes.
âYou feeling better?â