For long seconds, he doesn’t answer. And then, just when I’ve given up on him speaking at all, he says, “The truth is, Grace, sometimes the most obvious answer really is the right one.”
39
There’s Never a
Hallucinogen Around
When You Need One Mekhi and I don’t have a lot to say after that charming revelation—except for him insisting on escorting me back to my room. I mean, there really isn’t much to say, considering I can’t decide if I should trust him or not. I don’t know this guy. I mean, yeah, Jaxon trusts him, but Jaxon is currently MIA, so that’s not exactly a ringing endorsement.
The fact that Jaxon’s been blowing up my phone with text messages for the last fifteen minutes doesn’t matter much to me, either. I texted him earlier, and the only response I got was him sending Mekhi. So now he can ask Mekhi what he wants to know about me, because I am not answering.
Childish? Maybe. Prudent? Absolutely. Because in the mood I’m in, I’m afraid I’m going to say something I’ll regret. Better to calm down and talk to him in person when he gets back. And also, if he tries to lie to me right now, I’ll burn whatever is growing between us straight to the freaking ground.
Mekhi tries to start conversations several times on the way back to my room, but I’m too shell-shocked to participate much. It’s not that I’m ignoring him; it’s just that my head is spinning. This has to be a nightmare. It’s the only reasonable explanation.
Eventually, Mekhi gives up on the small talk. It should be a relief, but that just leaves silence to stretch between us.
Still, it might just be the most awkward silence of my life, so I expect him to cut and run the second he delivers me to my door. Instead, he waits until I get the door unlocked.
“I’m not inviting you in,” I tell him without so much as bothering to turn my head to look at him.
“I don’t expect you to.” But the moment I get the door open, he slaps his palm flat against it to keep me from closing it. He doesn’t step inside, though, just stands as close to the threshold as he can get without actually crossing over it. Which seems strange, considering the beads are probably shocking the hell out of him—at least until I remember one of the first rules of vampire lore.
That they can’t come inside unless they’re invited in.
Which only makes his behavior more upsetting and me more freaked out—even before it becomes obvious that he’s going to prevent me from closing my door until he decides it’s okay.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I grab his arm and start trying to tug him back through the door.
He just shrugs me off. “Don’t worry. I’m not getting any closer.” Then he grins at my cousin. “Hey, Macy.”
“Hi, Mekhi.” She’s still bleary-eyed and in her pajamas, which probably accounts for why she doesn’t notice the power struggle going on between us. The cup of coffee in her hand attests to the fact that we didn’t wake her up, but I’m still glad she wasn’t in her underwear or something. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. He was just leaving.” I shoot him a warning look.
He doesn’t even pretend to look shamefaced when he says, “Jaxon doesn’t want her going to class today.”
“Okay.” She doesn’t even pause.
“Okay?” I demand. “Jaxon doesn’t get to tell me—”
“My dad already told her teachers she wouldn’t be there after what happened yesterday. Great minds and all that.” She scowls at me. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“You going to stay with her?” Mekhi asks before I can defend myself.
“Yeah, absolutely. Why? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know yet. But I’m pretty sure that’s what Jaxon aims to find out.”
Macy’s face tightens. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know yet.” Mekhi nods toward me. “I’ll let her tell you about it.”
“You know I’m standing right here in front of you, yeah? Which means you can talk to me instead of over me.”
Mekhi’s brows hit his forehead. “Oh, really? Because I’m pretty sure I already tried that.”
“You know what? Bite me.” I make an oops face. “Oh right, I forgot. Someone already did.”
Macy whips her head around like it’s on springs. “What did you say?”
“She knows, Mace.”
If possible, my cousin turns even paler. “What exactly does she know, Mekhi?”