Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

that, even though his greenwas still there, it had lightened and now it didn’t bring to mind mushy peas. Instead it reminded her of turquoise, like pretty sea foam green turquoise. And all around the green-blue the foggy mishmash of gray had lifted, revealing a solid tan, like the sand of a beautiful, untouched beach. Feeling a little like she’d fallen into deep water, Shaylin tried not to look nervous and blurted, “Yeah, we are friends, but that’s all.”
    “I didn’t ask for anything else, did I?”
    Shaylin met his eyes. They were bright and blue, and spent way too much time wandering south to her boobs. Of course, saying something like “you totally want to be friends with benefits” sounded way too much like something Aphrodite would say. So instead she chose a nicer answer. “No, you haven’t
asked
for anything else.”
    He smiled again. “So, we can be friends?”
    It was hard not to smile back at him, and truthfully, she couldn’t think of a reason not to. Shaylin grinned and nodded. “Yep, friends.”
    “Awesome! How about I walk you to wherever you’re going? I can procrastinate just as well with you as I can by myself.”
    “What are you procrastinating about?” Shaylin avoided the question of where she was going and just kinda meandered in the general direction of the dorms. Slowly.
    “Lesson plans,” he said with a sigh. “I really hate writing them. You know, I never meant to be a professor.”
    “Yeah, everyone knows that. You were meant to be a movie star,” Shaylin said. She spoke in an offhand manner. She hadn’t meant to be patronizing or sarcastic, but the hurt in his blue eyes said she’d probably sounded both.
    “Yeah,” he repeated in a clipped voice, turning his gaze away from her and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Everyone knows that.”
    “Hey, but this Tracker thing is just a little speed bump in the road to Hollywood, right? What are you, twenty-one?”
    “Nineteen. I just completed the Change a few months ago. Why? Do I look old?”
    Shaylin laughed. “Twenty-one isn’t old.”
    “It is if you have to add four years onto it,and I’ve just started a four-year Tracker job.”
    “Does being a Tracker mean you have to stay at the House of Night in Tulsa?”
    “Trying to get rid of me?” He only sounded about half kidding.
    “No, of course not,” she assured him. “What I meant is, can’t you transfer to the West Coast and still be a Tracker? There must be a House of Night nearer to Hollywood than this.” As they talked, Shaylin realized that Erik didn’t sound like a pissed-off, spoiled brat. He just sounded tired and frustrated and maybe even kinda depressed.
    “I already looked into it. The answer I got was weird and a little creepy.” He paused and sent her a sideways glance. “Well, probably creepier for the kids who are being Tracked than for me.”
    “Been there—done that. It wasn’t so creepy. Actually, you were kinda funny,” she said.
    Erik frowned. “I was supposed to be powerful and confident and maybe a little scary.”
    “So, you want to be creepy?”
    That made him laugh. “No, not really. And the actual Marking isn’t the creepy part anyway, or at least it’s not supposed to be. The part that’s definitely
not normal
is that there’s something in my blood that keeps me anchored to this place. Yeah, I can travel, but only if it’s because my blood’s calling me to Mark a kid who belongs at this House of Night.”
    “So, you’re kinda like a GPS.”
    “I suppose.” Erik didn’t sound thrilled about it. “Hey, but enough about me. Where are you going?”
    Shaylin swallowed around the dryness in her throat and said the first lie that came to her mind. “I’m going to the dorm. Aphrodite asked me to pick up some of her stuff from her room.”
    “She asked, as in
please would you?
Or she commanded, as in ‘Get my stuff or I’ll rubber band your hands together and shove you in a boiling pot like my mom’s chef would cook a lobster!’”
    Shaylin giggled. “Your acting skills either went wayup or way down in my opinion, because you sound entirely too much like Aphrodite.”
    He shuddered. “I’ll try not to do that again.”
    “But in answer to your question—it was more like the second example than the first.”
    “Big surprise. So, I’ll walk you to the dorm. Okay?”
    Shaylin met his eyes.
What could it hurt?
“Okay,” she said.
    Erik
    “I think I agree with you about the lesson