Page 104 of Life and Death
“You don’t have to be afraid,” she whispered again as she stepped closer with exaggerated slowness. She stopped just a foot away and gently touched her hand to the one I still had stretched toward her. I wrapped mine around hers tightly.
“Please forgive me,” she said in a formal tone. “I can control myself. You caught me off guard. I’m on my best behavior now.”
She waited for me to respond, but I just knelt there in front of her, staring, my brain totally scrambled.
“I’m not thirsty today, honestly.” She winked.
That made me laugh, though my laugh sounded a little winded.
“Are you all right?” she asked, reaching out—slowly, carefully—to put her other hand on top of mine.
I looked at her smooth, marble hand, and then at her eyes. They were soft, repentant, but I could see some of the sadness still in them.
I smiled up at her so widely that my cheeks hurt. Her answering smile was dazzling.
With a deliberately unhurried, sinuous movement, she sank down, curling her legs beneath her. Awkwardly I copied her, till we were sitting facing each other, knees touching, our hands still wrapped together between us.
“So where were we, before I behaved so rudely?”
“I honestly have no idea.”
She smiled, but her face was ashamed. “I think we were talking about why you were afraid, besides the obvious reason.”
“Oh, right.”
“Well?”
I looked down at our hands, turning mine so that the light would glisten across hers.
“How easily frustrated I am,” she sighed.
I looked into her eyes, suddenly realizing that this was every bit as new to her as it was to me. However many years of experience she’d had before we’d met, this was hard for her, too. That made me braver.
“I was afraid . . . because for, well, obvious reasons, I probably can’tstaywith you, can I? And that’s what I want, much more than I should.”
“Yes,” she agreed slowly. “Being with me has never been in your best interest.”
I frowned.
“I should have left that first day and not come back. I should leave now.” She shook her head. “I might have been able to do it then. I don’t know how to do it now.”
“Don’t. Please.”
Her face turned brittle. “Don’t worry. I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.”
“Good!”
She glared, carefully extricating her hands from mine and then folding them across her chest. Her voice was harsher when she spoke again.
“You should never forget that it’s not only your company I crave. Never forget that I am more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else.” She stared unseeingly into the forest.
I thought for a moment.
“I don’t think I understand exactly what you mean by that last part.”
She looked back and smiled at me, her unpredictable mood shifting again.
“How do I explain? And without horrifying you?”
