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I would have to find some way to thank Angela for this.
Jessica's car was close by and in a bright circle of light cast by a streetlamp. Kook watched them carefully, a little crease of concern between his eyes, until they were in the car, so he must be fully aware of the danger he'd been in. Jessica waved as she drove away and Kook waved back. It wasn't until the car disappeared that he took a deep breath and turned to look up at me.
"Honestly, I'm not hungry," he said.
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Why had he waited for them to be gone before speaking? Did he truly want to be alone with me-even now, after witnessing my homicidal rage?
Whether that was the case or not, he was going to eat something. "Humor me," I said.
I held the restaurant door open for him and waited. He sighed, and walked through. I walked beside him to the podium where the hostess waited. Kook still seemed entirely self-possessed. I wanted to touch his hand, his forehead, to check his temperature. But my cold hand would repulse him, as it had before.
Oh, my, the hostess's rather loud mental voice intruded into my consciousness.
My, oh my.
It seemed to be my night to turn heads. Or was I only noticing it more because I wished so much that Jungkook would see me this way? We were always attractive to our prey. I'd never thought so much about it before. Usually, unless, as with people like Shelly Cope and Jessica Stanley, there was constant repetition to dull the horror-the fear kicked in fairly quickly after the initial attraction...
"A table for two?" I prompted when the hostess didn't speak.
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