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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] The second the scene was over, I jetted out of there. I had to find him. I wanted to be with him, to make the most of whatever time we had left or to make a last-ditch effort to get that serum. I didn t want to be at camp without him. And I was pretty sure it wasn t called jumping in after someone when you already had two feet in the pool. The nearly full moon hung over Camp Crescent like a spotlight, giving everything a silvery blue glow and casting deep, dark shadows. Light and dark, they went together, even when it came to slightly creepy-looking trees. And maybe that s how people are, too. Only sometimes the shadows seem too deep for the light to overcome. After searching the cabin trail, the volleyball courts, and the back alley of the kitchen, I found Austin sitting under a tree near the infirmary. He looked up as I came down the path. How were the amateur theatrics? Page 61 ABC Amber ePub Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abcepub.html I gave him a smile. Beastly. He reached up and pulled me down to sit next to him. Forgive my rudeness, he said. I didn t mean to make you suffer through Talent Night alone. I decided to give Winters s office one last look. I leaned against the tree trunk and threaded my fingers through the grass around me. You didn t miss much. Honestly, without the singing candelabra, the play s not so hot. He didn t laugh at my lame joke. No luck with Mr. Winters s office, huh? I asked. He shook his head and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt. It s clear I can t stay here. Pain edged his voice. I have to go. I don t want you to leave, I said softly. Why? You re going to make me say it? By all means, he said, a little sparkle in his brown eyes. I kind of, you know& like you. I m fond of you, too, he said. He moved closer to me, the centimeters between us dissolving into millimeters, until he was& Tingling with fear, I pulled back, my lips almost warm from the near kiss. Austin frowned. I won t bite you. Trust me. That hit me with extra force. I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn t. Austin was dangerous and not just in the wild animal category. If I allowed him to like me, to kiss me, who knows what stupid thing I d do for him? What risk I d take that would get me in further trouble, when all I needed to do was do my time at Camp Crescent. And stay out of trouble. And I was hardly hanging on to that plan with all these trips into the dark. It wasn t good. I do trust you, I said, moving my face into the shadows so he wouldn t see the lie in my expression. That s complete rubbish, Austin said. I ve trusted you with my life, my secret. Why won t you trust me? His gaze firmly fastened to mine, and I felt that weakness in me rise again. The weakness for boys with charming smiles who loved to accompany me down the wrong path while pretending it was the right one. I ve had too many of these trust me talks lately in my life, I said. I don t trust you. I don t trust anybody. I don t even trust myself. Ooh, that was weird to say aloud. I wondered where that d come from, but somehow I knew deep down it was so true. Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. That s what life is. It s a series of leaps. I m not afraid of those. But you re afraid of me. You re afraid to kiss me. He reached for my hand. Life is too short to be afraid to trust people who care about you. I was afraid. Jillian Montrose was still in the back of my mind. Had Austin told me the whole truth? There was no way for me to know. Confusion and warmth seemed to radiate throughout my body as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder, taking in the spicy scent of his soap and skin. He still smelled almost like marshmallows. I was pretty sure no killer smelled like that. I sighed into his neck. Now if you were a bloody vampire, it d be all over for me, he whispered, kissing the top of my head. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |