Enchanted by Sins

Chapter 13

KADEN 

How can I be so stupid? A girl like that doesn't travel alone, not without male company. It's not Christian I'm worried about – I can wipe him out of the equation as swiftly and as quietly as how he entered her life. But Zeklos, hell no. She still likes him. And if I want to get out of this high school alive, to succeed, then he has to go.

I know I'm acting like a total jackass, and a jealous boyfriend, but it's true. Sooner or later, I swear Sierra is going to leave me for him. And I can't let that happen.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not as long as I'm alive.

Thing is, I can't get rid of him. Not permanently anyway. Sierra will ask, ask a lot of questions. And then, poof, I'm caught. It has to be an accident. Not a death, but something he won't remember was the culprit to the reason why he lost Sierra. Does that even make sense? I don't think it does. Screw it.

I turn to look at her face, covered by dark hair. She makes everything so dangerous. Like all this, everything that I'm doing, good and bad, is right. Fun. She smirks, cups my face. "You're such a bad boy."

"I know I am."

"You lied to her. For me."

Well, that's the straight-forward truth. Told her I'm going for AP Chemistry, when really, I just needed to get the hell out of there, because of Ralf. Now that I think about it, I'm no different. She's with another guy, and I'm with another girl. I'm certainly not cheating if that's what you're thinking. Just mere talking to a beautiful witch; but Sierra, God, I don't know what she's doing with a vamp. I'm trying to imagine her letting him bite into her flesh and her doing it back in pleasure. And then the sex. Shit.

She makes me forcefully look into her eyes. "Hey, sweetie, I know what you're thinking. It's probably a hundred per cent wrong. You know that, right?"

I sigh in defeat. "I know, I know. But the thing is I don't know, not anymore."

She rubs my back, and for the first time, it doesn't relax me, rather knots my muscles together into one, huge cramp.

If I don't succeed at this school, George Lowe is going to oust me from his house, from his family. And my mother, shit, my mother is going to do nothing about it. With a gentle shake of her head, a squeeze of my hand, she's gone, disappearing with her husband, to try and calm him down. If only my parents knew about the amount of trouble I've got myself into now.

"C'mere." I tug on her arm, and she lets out a flirtatious giggle. And then she's straddling me, dancing on my lap, grinding against me. Is it too weird to say that I'm beginning to see the explicit meaning to this? She looks nothing more than a desperate stripper, who's trying to get a guy's attention so that he can sleep with her, and she'll get her money. I used to see love in her eyes as she was dancing on me. But now – all I see is the anguished hunger in her eyes.

"I wish we were going to the dance together," she whispers.

"Yeah, but we're not." Thank God we're not.

She rolls her eyes. "I know that, idiot."

I laugh. "Then what are you getting at?"

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leans in closer. "I'm trying to imagine a life together again. You know, like it used to be. Before" – she swallows – "before you bit me."

I push her away from me. "That was a long time ago, Aya. I try not to think about that anymore."

"But I still do! It's my life you changed! Not yours."

I spin her around, like the old times, when we used to dance to Set Fire to the Rain. I smile, place a feathery kiss on her lower lip. "It changed both of our lives. And somehow I think it did it for the better."

We dance, bodies close, her arms round my neck, and mine coiled round her waist. She takes her arms off, and spins in my embrace, half giggling, and then before I know it, I'm waltzing – twisting, turning, spinning.