Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 60

Bella's P.O.V.

I almost had my food lodge in my throat when Lucien announced he's going to UT in the fall. How is that possible? As far as I know, he doesn't even have a transcript! He's been playing the heartbreaker, partying and wrecking havoc the past however long, and now he's planning to attend the college I'm going to? My heart skips a few beats when I understand he's doing this just to to be with me, and that knowledge warms me to my toes. Wait...did he just say he's going to study History? Of course he is...he's lived through it for the last four hundred years, so he won't need to study at all. Honestly, he shouldn't bother enrolling in college, he's over 400 years old so why waste the money? I start to fantasize about him being my roommate with all the time in the world to pursue his interests. We would meet back up after my classes and hang out until the evenings. The evenings...oh what we will be able to do in the evenings...snuggle on the couch, explore each other's bodies, sleep in each other's arms every night. My thoughts must have four wheeled right across my face because I hear Lucien try to hide a very satisfied masculine chuckle. To say I am mortified would be an understatement. I get control of myself before my blush is noticeable to my family and narrow my eyes at Lucien.

"History, huh?" I say, looking into his eyes. We have a silent conversation with each other during the stare down and I can tell he's holding back another smirk, so I say, "sounds so...pedestrian."

He gives me a look of surprise, then says, "Oh I don't know, I find history always has a way of repeating itself, don't you?"

Repeating itself? Is he telling me he wants to have kids and spend the rest of our lives together like his parents did? Maybe I'm reading too much into this, so I just nod and look away. I feel him trace something across my back, but I'm too distracted to pay attention to what he's writing. I see my father smile gently at us and my brother wink at me when he thinks Lucien isn't looking. At least my family likes him. And that thought brings me to the fact that now I'm going to have to meet his Dad, probably sooner rather than later...ok, not a welcoming realization. The comfortable camaraderie I was just feeling flies out the window, sucked away with the storm raging outside. It's symbolic to how I feel right now, spinning down a vortex of insurmountable angst with nothing to stop my descent. How do you make a good impression on the Devil? Actually, a more pressing question is, how am I going to face him, or hold a conversation with him, knowing who he is? He is the epitome of everything we are taught to fear...he tempts people, reaps their souls and then tortures them for all eternity. I feel my pulse raise and I start sweating. I don't want to be questioned by my father or brother, so I close my eyes and pretend I'm listening to the storm. It doesn't take much to fool my family, they know how much I love storms, but I'm not fooling Lucien, not one bit.