Wicked Kiss. Michelle Rowen
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Название: Wicked Kiss

Автор: Michelle Rowen

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9781472009326

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      Cassandra scanned the dishes as I piled a plate for myself high with food. “What is that? A ball of chicken? Ingenious!”

      Later, Cassandra gleefully experienced an hour of television, while I could barely sit still. I wasn’t sure what I should do right now, but I felt like sitting here doing nothing was an incredible waste of time. That gray tonight reminded me how much trouble I was in.

      I wouldn’t become like that. I wouldn’t lose my mind again like I had with Colin. I wouldn’t hurt anybody.

      I had this under control.

      Stephen was still somewhere in this city. I would find him. And he would damn well give me back my soul before it was too late. My future was still bright and sparkly.

      Well, maybe not sparkly. But definitely bright.

      When it was time for bed, my mother showed Cassandra the upstairs guest room where she’d be staying.

      “Thank you, it’s perfect,” Cassandra said, putting a hand on her arm. “Listen, I’ve been thinking about this all night, Eleanor. I’d like you to do something for me.”

      “What?”

      She gazed into my mother’s eyes. “I think you should go on vacation somewhere really nice. You can leave tomorrow morning. Any work you have can wait until you get back. Do you understand?”

      I gaped at her, stunned silent that she was using angelic influence on my mother again.

      “Yes, I understand.” My mother nodded. “My goodness, a vacation. What a wonderful idea! It’s been so long—I don’t think I can even remember the last vacation I took. I think it was Florida, four years ago. Remember that, Sam?”

      “I...uh, remember. But...are you sure this is a good idea? A vacation right now?”

      “No, it’s not a good idea.” She stroked her honey-blond hair back from her face. Her eyes sparkled. “It’s a great idea! I’m going to Hawaii. I’ve always wanted to go there. I’ll take a surfing lesson...and lie on the beach and read a book. Thank you, Cassandra. Such a wonderful suggestion. Will you be all right here without me?”

      Cassandra nodded. “We’ll be fine.”

      “I’m going to go pack!” My mother kissed me on my cheek, then hurried off in the direction of her bedroom. I waited for her door to close before I spun around to face the angel.

      “Just who do you think you are?”

      Her eyebrows went up. “Excuse me?”

      “You think you can just influence people to do whatever you want them to do? Like it’s nothing?” Every decision that had been made, taken out of my hands, forced upon me—this was the final straw. I wasn’t just going to smile and nod and try to be easy to get along with so nobody saw me as a threat. This was totally unacceptable.

      She looked at me as if confused by my reaction. “It’s better this way. Having her here puts her in danger. You must realize that, don’t you?”

      Of course I realized that. I wasn’t stupid. “I’m not saying you’re wrong.”

      “Then what’s the problem?”

      “It’s just...not cool,” I sputtered. “You’re new around here—a guest! And this is my house...and my mother! You don’t get to make the rules!” I turned away and went to my room, slamming the door behind me.

      Immediately, I felt like a petulant child who’d just thrown a temper tantrum. But I couldn’t help it. I tried to be on my best behavior and fit in, to not make any trouble, even when my life was falling apart. But she’d pushed me too far.

      Cassandra had succeeded in making me feel utterly powerless. And that, in turn, made me realize I had no control over anything in my life.

      I sank to the floor next to my bed and pulled my knees close to my chest. The three full plates of Chinese food I’d eaten sat heavily in my stomach, threatening to come back up.

      Cassandra pushed open my bedroom door a couple minutes later. It wasn’t a big surprise that she didn’t knock first.

      I looked up at her, guarded. “What do you want now?”

      She pressed her hand against the door frame and looked awkward about coming all the way into my room. Again, her assessing gaze swept over my furniture, my vanity, my discarded clothes that hadn’t hit the hamper. I might get straight As, but I wasn’t what anyone would describe as the neatest person in the world.

      “It’s been a difficult evening,” she said. “For you, for me. For all of us. I also sensed a dynamic between you and the other members of the team that perhaps I’ve disrupted in some way.”

      I stared up at her, trying to process the strange way she spoke. “You’re a bit of a Vulcan, aren’t you?”

      She looked confused. “A...what?”

      “A Vulcan. It’s a Star Trek thing. Emotionless aliens who like to talk very proper.”

      Her frown deepened. “I’m not an alien. I’m an angel.”

      I sighed. “An angel who’s never had a chicken ball before.”

      “Which was delicious. And the red dippable goo they came with?” She beamed. “Amazing.”

      “If you say so.”

      She came all the way into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She looked at me very seriously. “I know you don’t like me.”

      “I never said that.” Not in front of her, anyway.

      Her shoulders sank. “That gray this evening. He hurt me...and he hurt you. I thought I could handle it, but he defeated me easily. Too easily.”

      “It wasn’t your fault. Grays aren’t normally like that. He was a total freak of nature.” One that scared the hell out of me, to say the least. I was glad he was dead and he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

      “That demon had to save me.” She shuddered. “And he said I have a nice ass. How crude.”

      “That’s Roth.”

      “Is he...” Her brows drew together “...as horrible as he seems?”

      I was about to agree with that statement wholeheartedly, but then I thought about it. “I don’t know. Demons are supposed to be evil and horrible. I don’t like him. He’s a jerk, but he’s part of the team. He’s doing his thing. And he did save your butt.” I thought about what little I knew about Kraven. “Demons who’ve been humans before...they have stories behind them. They’re not a hundred percent bad. At least, I don’t think they are. I mean, I guess they did some really bad stuff when they were alive in order to become a demon. Right?”

      “I’m sure they did.”

      I remembered Zach’s story about the good deed with the drowning kid, and that giving him the chance to become an angel. I figured it would СКАЧАТЬ