Chosen

and talk." In public. Where I wouldn't be so tempted to pull him off the sidewalk into an alley and sink my teeth in his sweet neck and…
    "Can't," he said, grinning again.
    "Can't?" I shook my head, trying to get rid of the semi-nasty (okay, it probably wasn't semi) scene that had started to play around in my (ho-ish) imagination.
    "Can't, 'cause Kayla and the bitch squad picked tonight to go to Starbucks."
    "Bitch squad?"
    "Yeah, that's what me and Josh and Travis call Kayla and Whitney and Lindsey and Chelsea and Paige."
    "Oh, ugh. Since when did Kayla start hanging around with those hateful sluts?"
    "Since you got Marked."
    Then my eyes narrowed at him. "And why would Kayla and her new friends just happen to pick this particular night to go to Starbucks? And why this Starbucks instead of the one in Broken Arrow that's way closer to where they all live?"
    Heath held up his hands like he was surrendering. "I didn't do it on purpose!"
    "Do what, Heath?" Jeesh, the kid was such a moron sometimes.
    "I didn't know they'd be coming out of the Gap just when I was pulling up in front of Starbucks. I didn't see them till after they saw me. It was too late then."
    "Well that explains their sudden desire for caffeine. I'm surprised they didn't follow you down the sidewalk." Okay, yes. I did remember that I was supposed to be breaking up with him, but it still annoyed the crap outta me to think that Kayla was sniffing around him.
    "So you don't want to see them, do you?"
    "Not no, but hell no," I said.
    "Didn't think so. Well, how about I walk you back to your school then." He stepped closer to me. "I remember when we talked on the wall a couple months ago. That was nice."
    I remembered, too. I especially remembered that had been the first time I had tasted his blood. I shivered. And then caught myself. I really needed to get a handle on this bloodlust thing. "Heath," I said firmly. "You can't go with me to my school. Haven't you been watching the news? Some idiot human killed a vampyre. Now the place is like an army camp. I had to sneak out to see you, and I can't be gone long."
    "Oh, yeah, I did hear about that." He took my hand in his. "Are you okay? Did you know the vamp that was killed?"
    "Yes, I knew her. She was my drama professor. And no, I'm not okay. That's one reason I needed to talk to you." I made up my mind. "Come on. Let's cut down this street and go to Woodward Park. We can talk there." Plus, it was a public park smack in the center of midtown Tulsa, it couldn't be too private. At least I hoped it couldn't.
    "Cool with me," Heath said happily.
    He refused to let loose of my hand, so we started down the side street joined together like we'd been since grade school. We'd only gone a few feet when his voice broke in to me trying not to think about the fact that his wrist was pressed against mine and I could feel that our pulses were beating in time with one another.
    "Zo, what happened in the tunnels?"
    I gave him a sharp, sideways glance. "What do you remember?"
    "Mostly darkness and you."
    "What do you mean?"
    "I don't remember how I got there, but I do remember teeth and red eyes that glowed." He squeezed my hand. "And I don't mean your teeth, Zo. Plus, your eyes don't glow. They shine."
    "They do?"
    "Totally. Especially when you're drinking my blood." He'd slowed down so that we were almost standing still when he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. "You know it feels so damn good when you drink me, don't you?"
    Heath's voice had gotten deep and husky, and his lips felt like fire against my skin. I wanted to lean into him and get lost in him and sink my teeth into him and …

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

    "Heath, focus." I channeled the heat that was shimmering through my body into annoyance. "The tunnels. You're supposed to be telling me what you remember."
    "Oh, yeah." He grinned his cute, bad-boy smile. "I really don't remember much, that's why I was asking you about it. Just teeth and claws and eyes and such, and then you. It's all kinda like a bad dream. Well, except for the part about you. That part's cool. Hey, Z, did you rescue me?"
    I rolled my eyes at him and started walking again, dragging him with me. "Yes, I rescued you, dork."
    "From what?"
    "Jeesh, do you not read the papers? The story was on page two." It had been a lovely, but fictionalized article where they quoted Detective Marx and his very brief and mostly untrue statement.
    "Yeah, but it didn't say much. So what really happened?"
    I chewed