Page 72 of Twisted Ties
“Shouldn’t we both go get the car?” I ask, peering around.
“You need to keep an eye out for any patrolling teachers.” She strokes her hand down my arm. “Will you be all right? Are you worried about that werebeast? I think that–”
“I’m not worried. You go. I’ll buzz your phone if there’s any danger.”
“I won’t be long,” Winnie says, inputting a code on the door and disappearing inside.
I lower Pip to the ground and swing my gaze around in the darkness, my ears alert for any sound.
“What are you doing out here, Blackwaters?” a voice says from behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin.
Tristan Kennedy.
Crap.
I turn to face him and at first I can’t find him, not until he steps out of the shadows and then his undeniable form emerges through the gloom.
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Tristan
“Areyou dumb as well as stupid?” I ask her as she stares up into my face.
“Neither,” she hisses back.
I snort. “There’s a werebeast on the loose and you’re out of bed. Alone. In the middle of the night. Do you have a death wish?”
“The only wish I have is for you to leave me alone. Go away, Tristan. Daddy said you weren’t allowed to talk to me, remember?”
“I’m your head of house and I have a right to know what you’re doing and where you’re going.”
“Who says I’m going anywhere? Maybe I’m just enjoying a midnight stroll.”
I jerk my head towards the door her friend just ducked inside. “You leave the campus, they’ll expel you.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“I’m just informing you of the facts, Pig Girl.”
“Why? Are you planning on snitching on me again?”
Probably not, but I haven’t decided whether I’m going to let her go either. It isn’t safe. And I don’t know what she is up to.
What the hell does she think she’s doing? And where the hell is my cousin?
I take a step towards her and the dim light from the moon overhead falls across my face.
She gasps, the indignation and hatred falling from her features as she stares at me in horror.
My face must be pretty bad. It feels pretty bad, but I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to look in the mirror.
“Your face!” Without even realizing it, she takes a step towards me, like she’s being pulled there by some invisible force. She reaches up to touch my cheek and I duck my head away from her. Suddenly aware of her own actions, she frowns and snatches her hand back to her side. “Why haven’t you healed it? Do you want me to–”
I snort. “And end up with a deformed face, no thank you. I’m on my way to the infirmary to have it looked at.”
“Can’t fix it yourself?” she says. “The all-powerful Tristan Kennedy. I thought it was a simple spell.”
I grab her arm and tug her forward. She squeals, my fingers tight on her arm. The connection causes sparks to run down my fingers and I can feel her energy again, like I could in the meadow. Only this time, hers far surpasses mine.
