Crave (Harlequin Teen)

hover over her every second of the day just to protect her from the vamps. Though denying that urge meant waiting for her with clenched teeth and a racing heart.
    As she headed up the cement ramp toward me, she glanced behind her at the woods and turned pale. She started walking faster.
    “Still there?” I murmured as she reached me and unlocked the doors with shaking hands.
    She nodded, frowning and rubbing her forehead. She was even more pale than usual, too. She must not have gotten much sleep last night.
    I waited by the hallway door upstairs until she finished her unlocking routine.
    “Emily sent you something that should help with our problem.” I walked toward her.
    She grabbed the office doorjamb behind her. “Oh. Wow.”
    “Yeah. You feel the magic in it, too? Emily’s really good. I don’t know why Dad doesn’t just train her to be the next leader of the Clann instead of me. But he’s being old-fashioned. And hardheaded.” Smiling, I held out the bracelet with both hands.
    “Uh…what is it?” She stared at the bracelet, licking her lips.
    “It’s okay.” I chuckled. “Hold out your wrist.”
    She hesitated then slowly lifted her left wrist. I tied it on with a quick double knot.
    And she dropped to the floor with a loud smack. Son of a…
    “Savannah!” Hitting my knees, I pulled back her hair from her face. She was out cold. I tapped her cheek and called her name again. No response. Panicking now, I tried again, but her head just rolled away from my hand. I put my ear near her nose and mouth. She was breathing but barely.
    The bracelet. Something must have gone wrong with the spell. My fingers were suddenly too big, too clumsy as I fought the knot I’d created.
    Get it off her. Got to get it off her. Now!
    Finally the knot came loose. I threw the bracelet to the side, noticing a red welt around her wrist as if the bracelet had given her a chemical burn. She gasped like a drowning person resurfacing.
    I lifted her head. “Savannah? Can you hear me?”
    Her eyelids drifted open. “What…”
    “You passed out. Are you okay?”
    “I… Yeah.” She struggled to sit up, pressing the heel of a hand to her forehead. “Oh, ow, my head.”
    Had she hit it on the floor? I carefully checked her skull but didn’t find any lumps. I held her against my chest for a minute until my heartbeat slowed down and my hands stopped shaking. “Oh, man, I’m sorry, Savannah. Something must have gone wrong with the spell. I’ll get Emily to fix it at lunch.”
    “What was it supposed to do?”
    “It’s just a basic vampire ward. The Clann parents give them to all the kids to wear until puberty. Then our power kicks in and we learn how to protect ourselves against vamps so we don’t have to wear the wards anymore. I swear it shouldn’t have done this to you.”
    She turned even whiter and didn’t say anything as I helped her up. “Are you okay to walk?”
    She nodded. “But I might have to ask for some help with my trainer bag today.” She forced a smile, but her words came out a little slurred.
    “No problem.” Anything to make up for causing her to pass out like that. Just wait till I could get my hands on Emily. This better have been an accident. I pocketed the bracelet then loaded up for the trip out to the practice field.
    We started to skirt the watchers’ post near the woods, but she said the vampires were still keeping their distance and had moved away again.
    I really hated not being able to see them for myself. Fighting an enemy blind sucked.
    Savannah wore a frown throughout practice, and I caught her rubbing her forehead several times. She massaged her temples again at the end of practice as I put away the sound system.
    “If that headache sticks around, promise me you’ll take some aspirin,” I told her.
    With a weak smile, she nodded.
    She winced as I kissed her cheek goodbye. Her head must really hurt.
    Second-period English had never seemed so long. I spent the entire hour and a half wondering if her headache had finally gone away, and what in the world Emily had done to that bracelet. When the lunch-period bell rang, I was the first one out the door.
    In the cafeteria, I grabbed Emily’s elbow before she could take her seat at our table. “We need to talk.” I steered her outside toward my grounding tree.
    “What did you put in that bracelet?” I demanded once we were out of hearing range of the students at the picnic tables.
    “Just the traditional vamp ward.