Storm and Fury (The Harbinger 1)

That half grin ticked up. “I can tell. I didn’t mean to.” He glanced at the statue and then looked back at me. “Then again, I was kind of quiet.”

“Obviously,” I replied, hands fidgeting at my sides.

A moment passed as he looked around the garden. “So, someone...disappeared on you?”

I nodded. I’d found it amusing earlier to taunt him about Peanut’s presence, but not so much now. “You’re dressed as if you’re attending the Accolade.”

“I am.”

“You weren’t inside.”

“I decided to attend last-minute.” A lock of blond hair fell against his cheek and he reached up to brush it back behind his ear. “I’m surprised to see that you’re here.”

Was he? And was that why he’d decided to attend, because he thought I wasn’t going to be here? I clasped my hands together and lifted my chin. “I’m here against my will, basically.”

Zayne chuckled. “I can’t imagine anyone making you do anything against your will.”

My lips twitched in response. “Well, as you can see, I’m not really attending the ceremony, and it doesn’t look like you are, either.” I looked around, not seeing the spirit. “I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to be out here, to be honest.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“These gardens are supposedly sacred,” I explained. “Only trained warriors are allowed.”

He tilted his head and appeared to study me. “I can’t imagine that this is the first time you haven’t followed the rules.”

I shrugged.

“Can’t really blame you,” he said. “I’d rather be out here staring at trees and this statue than inside that hall.”

Unable to help myself, I laughed.

Zayne stepped closer. “But this is definitely a marked improvement over staring at the statues and trees.”

There was tiny flutter in the center of my chest that I ignored. “That’s not saying much.”

“I’m going to have to disagree.” That grin kicked up another notch. “That’s saying a lot.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

“It’s a beautiful night.” He lifted his gaze. “Clear skies and all the stars.”

Following his gaze, I squinted and was able to see the faint twinkles. I knew they were brighter to him and he could probably see a lot more. I could see...four. I closed my right eye. Correction. I could see three. My shoulders tightened.

“It is,” I murmured, pushing away the oppressive feeling of finality.

“And you...you look like a goddess, Trinity. Beautiful.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat as my gaze shot to his. Was he being serious? I was confident very few people, if any, would look at me and think goddess. Jada? Yes. Me? More like the dirty tree nymph running from the gods.

Zayne looked away, clearing his throat, and I wanted to hear him say those words again as a different kind of warmth swept across my cheeks and down my throat.

“Really?” I whispered, and the moment that word left my mouth, I wanted to take it back.

He dipped his chin and I thought his grin might’ve curved into a full smile. “Yeah, really.”

I bit down on my lip to keep myself from grinning like an idiot. “Thank you,” I said. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He chuckled as he looked back to me. “I actually was hoping to speak to you. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.”

Every muscle in my body tensed as I closed my eyes. “About yesterday. I’m...I’m sorry for the way I behaved.”

“Which part of your behavior are you apologizing for?” he asked, sounding closer.

I opened my eyes, discovering he was only about a foot away. “Well, there are probably multiple aspects of my behavior yesterday that I could apologize for.”

“Like goading me into fighting you?” he suggested.

Pressing my lips together, I nodded. “Yes, that, but—”

“Or suggesting that I wasn’t trained well enough?”

“I don’t think I suggested that.”

“Oh, I think you did.”

My fingers dug into my skirt. “Okay, so maybe I did, but I was apologizing for—”

“For calling me a douche nozzle?”

I had called him that.

“Or are you apologizing for lying about having minimal training?” he continued smoothly.

I started to frown.

“Oh, wait.” His gaze lifted to mine. “Are you apologizing for refusing to admit defeat when I won?”

I drew in a deep breath. “Are you done yet?”

“I don’t know.” The slow, teasing grin both irritated and excited me, and the last emotion frustrated me even more. “Have I forgotten anything?”

“Yes,” I snapped. “The one thing I was actually going to apologize for.”

“Which was?”

He was going to make me say it. Bastard. “For kissing you.” My face burned like an unholy fire.

Zayne tilted his head to the side and a long moment passed. “That’s the one thing you don’t need to apologize for.”

“What?”

He lifted a shoulder. “It happened. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have done it,” I said. “I mean, no one should run around kissing people and it wasn’t like you were into it—”

“You don’t know what I am and am not into.”

I quieted, unsure how to take that. What did that even mean? I was confident I couldn’t be the only person who would be thoroughly confused by that statement.

“It happened,” Zayne said quietly.

“It happened?” I repeated. “You’re making it sound like I slipped and my mouth fell on yours.”

Zayne laughed, and it was a real one, nice and deep.

“It’s not funny.”

“The way you just described it was pretty funny.”

“Glad you think so.” I sighed, angling my body away from his.

“Trinity, you’re not the first girl to kiss me.”

“Wow.” My gaze slid back to his. “Do you have that problem often? Girls just randomly throw themselves at you?”

“I wouldn’t say you threw yourself at me, nor do I have that problem. What I meant is that you...felt something and acted on it. That happens.”

Feeling more inexperienced than I’d ever felt in my entire life, I had no idea what to say. It wasn’t remotely acceptable to feel something and simply act on it, and I had a strong suspicion that he was saying that to make me feel better. While I appreciated it, it actually made me feel worse.

“Well, anyway, I’m sorry and I wanted to say that,” I said, clearing my throat. “I should probably get back inside—”

“How long have you’ve been training?” he asked, stopping me. “There’s no way you picked up all of that with just a few sessions with Misha or any of the trainers here.”

Because I’d felt the need yesterday to show off, I was now backed into a corner by my own actions. “I’ve had a...substantial amount of training. Probably as much as any of the Wardens going through the Accolade.”

Zayne probably had already figured that out, but there was still a margin of surprise settling into his features. “Why would they train a human like that?”

And that was the million-dollar question, but it was one I couldn’t answer. Not truthfully.

Zayne shook his head. “This is what I don’t understand about you. You’re human, but you can see ghosts and spirits, and yes, I know other humans can do that, but you’re living with Wardens and you’ve trained with them to the point you can hold your own against one of us.”

“I like to think I did more than hold my own against you,” I pointed out, not really helping myself at all.

“You’re right. You’ve killed one of us in self-defense,” he said, and a cold slice of dismay cut through my stomach. “You were attacked, and not a damn person here, including you, seems at all that worried about it.”

“People are worried. I’m worried—”

“Are you?” he challenged. “Because you’re roaming around alone like you’re not remotely worried that someone here wished you harm.”

“I’m not exactly supposed to be roaming around, and the threat to me, well, it’s been dealt with. It’s not like I’m out here just lollygagging around.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” Zayne replied dryly. “What were you doing out here, by the way? You were talking to someone.”

I sighed. “I was.”

His brows lifted as he crossed his arms.

“I saw a...spirit.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes. “Here? At the Accolade?”

He sounded so much like Misha that I had to laugh. “Yes, spirits are everywhere. Even here. It was strange, though.” I glanced back at the statue. “I’d never seen him before, but he seemed to know who I was.” I shrugged. “I guess he was a Warden here.”

“You...you see spirits of Wardens?”

I nodded, relieved to be on safer, not so embarrassing grounds. “I don’t see them often, and I’ve never seen a ghost of one, but I have seen a few spirits.”

Zayne seemed to mull that over. “Why do you think you’ve never seen a ghost of a Warden?”

“I guess they all cross over,” I explained. “Unlike humans, they have very little to fear upon death.”

“I guess so...” The corners of his mouth turned down. Tension rolled off Zayne as he stared into the trees and bushes surrounding us. He became so still that I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. Then his arms unfolded.

A knot of unease grew in my stomach, spreading like a virus, and then I felt it—like a hot breath against the nape of my neck, a sudden heaviness at the bottom of my spine—