Of Summer Nights

House of Night

Of Summer Nights

Chapter 9

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Starks POV

My eyes could barely open, but even so I could see her slender blood stained body draped uncomfortably in the dip between the two front chairs. I moved one arm that too was stiff with a dry burgundy stain.

There was a faint tap on the window. I sat up and cast a look over my left shoulder, there was a short fat man peering, unsuccessfully into the reinforced windows. Although I could see out of the dark window and across the foggy morning, the man that stood trying to peer into the window couldn’t see our two bare bodies laying on the uncomfortable chairs,

“Excuses me, could you roll down one window so I can talk to you?” the old mans voice sounded inpatient.

“Sorry. I had to kip in my car, so I'm a bit indecent.” I lied. He humped and ambled off towards his small old fashioned 4X4 and drove off. My eye swept around the car, I spotted the most obvious clues of what happened last night, the blood stained cushions and pile of crumpled clothes. But when I focused on the more hidden clues I was mildly surprised, there were feelings that were too sleepy to be mine, and then there was the riddles of weeping cuts that riddled my legs and arms. I must have spent the night In the mouth of Zoey, while she didn’t share, how rude.

I reached out and nudged her with my knuckles like a mock punch. She didn’t move much; I sucked in a large breath and let out the loudest, girly scream I could muster. She opened her eyes just as the wind around our bodies began to pick up. I laughed she thought we were under ‘attack.’ Her eyes looked wild and hostile but when she realised there was no danger they narrowed in to mean slits. I didn’t see it happen but suddenly I was pinned to the top of the inside of the car while my toes were swamped in mud that wasn’t there. I wriggled them uncomfortably; she laughed and sent me tumbling back on to my make-shift bed-seat.

“What happened last night?” she asked me confused. I looked at her wide eyed; she didn’t remember what had happened. Well come too think of it neither did I.

“Uh I guess I got unhappy feelings and stuff from you and came running.” I remembered what had happened when I got into the car. “I pulled you onto my lap and you started kissing me, and you can see what happened after.” I swept my left hand across the tight space. She looked around and took in a sharp intake of air.

She whipped round and rapped her knuckles around my head. Her head jarred foreword as if she too had been hit. I wondered why until she whispered on word, Imprint I looked at my Queen. I was bound to her in ways that others couldn’t be. Though as much as I longed for it, I knew we would never purposefully be bound together by blood. I lifted my hand to run it across the small lump that had formed behind my ear; though Zoey caught my upraised fist and reached for my head tenderly, pressing it gently and rolling over it.

“Do you have a medical degree I don’t know about?” I asked in my usual cocky manner. Taking a deep breathe in she pressed harder on the lump making my insides squirm, and unintentionally cry out.

“Stop being so-” she said quietly, she was unsure of what to say so she just stopped in mid sentence. “Cocky?” I offered. She giggled and her pale cheeks turned scarlet; just as she glanced down.