as the main giver, painfully practical. There was the travel-size first aid kit for my twelfth birthday, the infamous encyclopedia Christmas (honestly, who buys those anymore? It’s called the internet), and of course, the pinnacle of craptacular gift giving: socks. Every. Single. Year.
But the box Lend took out of his pocket definitely didn’t have socks in it. “Is it sparkly?” I bounced impatiently on my heels as he opened it.
He laughed and pulled out a delicate silver chain, threaded through an open heart-shaped pendant. Three pink stones lining one edge stood out in contrast to the dark metal of the heart. I pulled my hair off my neck and he clasped it there, the trace of his fingers against my skin raising goose bumps.
I fingered the cool metal. “It’s beautiful!”
“Oh good. I’ve never given jewelry before.”
“Well, you’ve set a ridiculously high standard for yourself. Should have started out with something tacky.” I put my arms around his neck and hugged him close, breathing in his cool scent.
“It’s not just pretty, though.”
“No?”
“Practical, too. The heart is made of iron.”
Warmth flooded through me, a spurt of affection I should have been used to by now but that still always managed to surprise me. Leave it to Lend to find a way to protect me with faerie-repelling iron. Of course, this meant that he was almost as practical as Raquel, but his practical was sparkly and pretty. I ran my fingers through his hair. “Perfect.”
“It is?”
“You are. But the necklace is, too.”
We kissed until an old lady walking her dog coughed loudly in our direction, reminding us that we were, in fact, on the sidewalk and not in our own little world. I smiled sheepishly at her, only then noticing that she was a glamoured paranormal. Her froggish face, mottled green, didn’t really go with her floral housedress and slippers. This town? Weird.
She wouldn’t quit staring; I couldn’t figure out what she was, and suddenly I was nervous. I glanced at the sky, to check for errant clouds, but didn’t see anything. Tugging Lend’s hand so we’d keep walking, I shook off my unease. “What else is on the agenda for this morning?” I asked.
“Doesn’t the necklace get me off the hook for planning things?”
“Fine. But it only buys you today. You still have to figure out something for us to do tomorrow. And as for right now, I think food is in order. Lots. I forgot breakfast.”
“Okay, we can—” Lend’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket, frowning at the number. “One sec.” He answered it and I plotted what to do with the rest of the hours in the weekend. The movies this afternoon with Arianna, after which I had a secret plot to drag her out for karaoke. She denied it, but I totally caught her belting Duran Duran in the shower. If that didn’t work out, I was thinking bowling. I’d never gone and was guaranteed to be horrible, but it’d be fun with Lend. Maybe we could even double with Carlee and whatever boy she was currently dating.
My stomach sank as I tuned into the conversation.
“All of it?” Lend asked, his voice tight. “Can you— No, calm down, it’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’m glad you didn’t get hurt. I can come back up. Are you sure everyone’s stuff is gone?” He closed his eyes, holding back a sigh. “Okay, give me an hour or two to get there.” He hung up and stared at the phone as though he could erase the conversation.
And, just like that, my weekend evaporated. “What?”
“Natalie, a girl in my group, was in charge of compiling everything. Some guy stole her bag at the Metro station—took her laptop, all the notes, everything. We’re screwed. I’ve got to go and help them put it all back together. It’s three weeks’ worth of work.” His jaw was clenched with stress.
For the briefest moment I was tempted to tell him that getting a double degree in biology and zoology didn’t matter. At all. In the grand scheme of his immortal life, this one stupid college group project? Not even a drop in the bucket. But … if he knew he was more elemental than human, would he quit school? Quit normal life?
Quit me?
Yeah, so not telling him. Not right then, anyway. I mean, if he had eternity, what difference did it make if I told him tomorrow or ten years from now? He wasn’t getting any less immortal. Of course, maybe if I told him, I could be around him without feeling guilty. But I’d waited this long, and I didn’t want to make today even worse.
“Evie?”
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I know this sucks.”
“Oh, yeah. I mean, it sucks, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?” I gave him my best aren’t I a supportive girlfriend? smile.
We hurried back to the diner, the happy spring in my step dead. So the trees were changing color. Big bleeping deal. Lend made a few calls, but in spite of his best efforts it was clear he needed to be there to help fix it. He left me with a lingering, regretful kiss and nothing to do for the next two days except homework.
“Back already?” Arianna asked when I walked in, headphones on and voice way too loud.
“He had to go back to school.”
“Lame.” She actually looked up now and frowned, seeing my face. “That kinda makes your weekend suck, doesn’t it. Wanna go … I don’t know, hang out in some dark alley with me until the sun goes down?”
I forced a laugh. “No worries. You keep exacting virtual revenge. We’re still on for the movie this afternoon.”
“Fine, but I’m not holding your hand.”
“Thank heavens for that.”
She put her headphones back on. I trudged to my room and flopped onto my bed.
And screamed as my door slammed shut. A figure stepped out from behind it. “Rather pink in here, isn’t it?”
“What are you doing in here, you little weasel?”
He picked up my shoe from where it had clattered to the floor after hitting the door behind him. “How do you walk in these heels?” He sat and removed his own shoe, trying to jam his foot into my purple sling-back.
I stalked over and yanked it away. “What are you, five? Answer my question.”
He looked up at me, impossibly big blue eyes wide with innocence. “I thought we were friends, after you made me strip and all.”
“I’m calling Raquel.”
