“Human,” came the deep drawling voice of Gabriel, I looked into his silver eyes and they rooted me to the place, “I thought you were betrothed to that,” he added nodding in Jonathon’s direction. I looked at Jonathon and his gaze met mine. He smiled at me but then his eyes narrowed at the sight of my company, Gabriel.
“I-I am. I mean I’m not. I-” I stuttered, eyes still glued to the forest floor.
“So, then,” he said drawing out every word, “Why are you making, um, how do you say it, googly eyes, at him?” He said, this time inclining his head in Isaac’s direction.
“I was not,” I said, but it came out to defensively to sound convincing.
“Hmm,” he started thoughtfully, “if you are his soul mate,” inclining his head in Jonathon’s direction, “why do you have such strong feelings for the hunter?” This time he nodded to Isaac.
I tried to laugh, to blow off his accusations, but it sounded too forced. Kind of like someone choking.
“Gabriel I think the ‘feelings’ you are picking up on are ‘friendship’ emphasis on the friend. There is nothing between me and Isaac,” I said with as much conviction as I could muster.
Gabriel smirked, “I’ll believe it when you believe it,” He said before disappearing into the woods.
I stood there completely dumbfounded, my feet still glued to the ground, but not from Gabriel’s intense stare but from the fact that he was right.
I was in love with Jonathon, he was my soul mate, my life, but I cared about Isaac too and if I was honest with myself I cared for Isaac as more than just my friend. What I felt for him was more but I wasn’t sure what those feelings were or what they would turn into. And if I was completely honest with myself then I would have to admit that my feelings for Isaac had been growing ever since Jonathon had launched himself out of my window and out of my life, I had been devastated but Isaac had been there, and if I was as honest with myself as I could be then I would have to admit to myself that the night that I went to Isaac’s concert and he kissed me that the feel of his lips against mine had felt good, had felt amazing, but that was something that I was not ready to admit, not even to myself.
“Deep in thought?” Jonathon’s voice sounded, soft as a feather, against my ear. I jumped at the sound of his voice and bonked my head against his which was going to give me a knot on mine since his head was literally hard as a rock.
“Ow,” I said rubbing my head and sure enough I could feel a knot forming. Great. How many more times was I going to run into a vampire this evening? Jonathon’s hand replaced mine, soothing the knot and making it disappear. “Thank you,” I said, relaxing against his touch.
“No problem,” he said as his lips replaced his hand.
He pulled away from me and looked out at the field of tents. It looked like a hobo camp.
“Shall, we go find a tent to ourselves before they’re all claimed?”
“We shall,” I said using his formal dialect. He held out his arm like a proper gentlemen and I placed mine in it. We sauntered over to the field of tents. He peeked into some, some were empty but not good enough, others held occupants that either hissed, ‘go away’, at us or giggled. The ones giggling would be Vivian and Viola. I don’t think a Coven member had the ability to giggle. They were all so stoic.
Eventually we found an empty tent, far away from the others, it was back in the corner under an awning of trees, at a fair distance from the others, but not too far away. If something were to happen in this tent, like Selena showing up, the others could be here in under five seconds. But it was just enough distance away from the city of tents to seem private. And privacy was going to be a privilege.
I unzipped it and climbed inside. It was small but surprisingly roomy.
I turned back to face the front of the tent where cool air was streaming in. Jonathon was still outside.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked.
“I will, but in a moment. First, I’ll fetch us some camping supplies. It’s going to get cold tonight and I do think you would appreciate a sleeping bag and maybe a down blanket. Maybe I can even find an air mattress,” he mused. He seemed to like this idea of camping.
I however did not as the sudden urge to pee overcame me. Damn, I wish I had some diapers or something, at least it would be better than peeing in the woods.
“Okay, you go find camping stuff and I’m going to pee,” I said climbing out of the tent and maneuvering around him since he was blocking the exit.
I started off to the woods. I barely got two feet when he said, “Wait a moment, Kylie, let me get you a chaperone.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him. A chaperone? To pee?
“Jonathon, I’m going to pee. I do not need some angry vampire or Coven member watching me pee. It’s just gross. I’m going by myself,” I said stomping off into the cover of the trees to further my point.
Angrily, I thought to myself, if the Coven owned this piece of land, and there were tunnels underneath, could they not have installed some plumbing?
As I was turning again he said in a normal voice as if he was talking to me, “Diana, Kylie needs an escort to the lavatory, I mean the woods, and could you please assist her?”
“Of course,” she said, suddenly appearing beside me. With her vampire hearing she had heard him clear as day even if she was halfway across the field.
I glared at Jonathon, “I’m going to get you for this,” I seethed.