Fallen Memories: Book Two

Fallen Memories - [7]

Fallen Memories - 7

    “Ivy,” Jane said loudly, waving a hand in front of my face. I broke out of my haze, glancing over in just enough time to see her face screw into a somewhat annoyed expression. “What’s your problem?”

    I had been too busy staring at Adam to notice the questions she’d been firing at me. My gaze was fixated on the way he had his arms crossed over his chest. Well-defined muscles rippled down his forearm, showing clearly through the dark blue t-shirt he was wearing.

    My mind wandered back to Colton’s memory. When he had me at knifepoint. Before he pulled the knife on me, he held me hostage in his arms. Nephilim or not, Adam was a strong guy. I couldn’t have broken free if I’d wanted to -- the only thing that got me out was Colton’s necklace. Even when we weren’t in the same vicinity, Colton found ways to keep me safe.

    My heart jerked in my chest and I quickly focused my attention on Jane.

    “Sorry, what?”

    “I said: Are you actually going to accompany me to Trig and World History this time?” She looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

    I pulled my lips into a smile; just for her. “Of course.”

    With shaky hands, I reached down and snatched up my bag as we got out of the Beetle. To say the least, I was thoroughly surprised when Jane walked up to Adam, threw her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. I paused, one foot on the asphalt, the other in Jane’s car. While they kissed, I managed to pull it together and get out. At the sound of my door slamming closed, Jane broke away from Adam and looked up at me with a smile.

    “Want to explain what’s going on?” I asked Jane. I didn’t dare look Adam’s way, though I could feel his gaze on me, unwavering. In my peripheral vision, I could see his arm snake around her waist possessively.

    Jane shrugged her narrow shoulders. “We worked things out.”

    “And Sabrina?” I was risking a lot by dragging Sabrina into this, and I held my ground when Adam took a step toward me.

    “She’s out of the picture now,” he said. His voice was unfriendly; cold, even. I shifted my gaze to meet his. His brown eyes were narrowed, focused on my own opaque eyes. “If I catch you running your mouth to her about me and Jane, you’ll regret it.”

    “You don’t think word will get out?” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “You don’t think Sabrina will find out on her own and come after Jane?”

    I fell back a step before Adam could advance on me. I saw it in his eyes that he wanted to; Jane pulled on his arm, breaking our stare.

    “Janie,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’ll see you in Trig.” Giving Adam one last, cold look, I turned on my heel and started across the parking lot.

    Though I had been calm and collected on the outside, I was falling apart on the inside. The look in Adam’s eyes was one that of a killer. He wanted me dead; it didn’t matter if I was getting ahead of myself or not, I knew it was true. There was no other logical reason as to why he had followed me into Colton’s memory.

    By the time I got to first hour, I was shaking so bad I excused myself from the classroom and practically ran down the hall to the girls’ restroom. In the bathroom, I positioned myself in front of a sink, turning the tap on. Cool water flowed freely, spilling over my hands. I cupped them, capturing a handful of water, and lowered my face. The cool water hitting my skin seemed to put my nerves at ease.