Whispers at Moonrise

probably be back shortly.”
    She turned back. “Do you mind if we wait for a while?”
    “No.” His eyes lit up as he looked at Della. “Come in if you want.”
    Della cleared her throat in a sound that said hell no.
    “Can we just sit out on the porch?” Kylie asked. “It’s a nice night.”
    “Yeah.” He stepped out. His brown hair hung across his brow. Even in the dark, Kylie could make out that his eyes were dark brown, and they were filled with interest as they cut toward Della.
    When Kylie turned around, Della didn’t look too happy, but she sauntered forward. “We shouldn’t wait long.” She plopped down on the steps.
    “Just a bit.” Kylie lowered herself beside the unhappy Della. Steve sat down on the side of the porch. No one said a word.
    “I heard some of the new teachers were at dinner tonight.” Kylie tossed out the conversation starter, hoping not to slip into angst over Lucas traipsing through the woods with Fredericka.
    “Yeah,” Steve said. “The English teacher, Ava Kane, seems nice. She’s half-witch and half-shape-shifter.”
    “Why don’t you just admit that you like her because she has big tits?” Della said.
    Even in the dark, Kylie could see Steve’s face redden. “I … won’t deny she’s pretty, but that’s not what I meant.”
    Kylie shifted her foot and kicked Della.
    “Ouch!” Della glared at Kylie. “Why did you do that?”
    “When are classes supposed to start?” Kylie asked, and no one answered—Steve probably because he was afraid to get in trouble again and Della because she was too busy rubbing her kicked ankle.
    Steve finally cratered. “I think next Monday.”
    “Were there any other teachers there?” Kylie looked at Della to answer.
    “Yeah,” Della added. “A Hayden Yates. He’s half vampire, half fae. I think he’s going to teach science. He seems okay.”
    “And?” Steve asked, his tone deeper, even if it was just above a whisper.
    “And what?” Della asked.
    He stiffened his shoulders. Which Kylie had to admit were pretty broad. The guy was cute. Why wasn’t Della at least being nice?
    “Why do you like Mr. Yates?” Steve asked. “His sexy body, or do you pretend it’s his mind?”
    Damn, Kylie thought. These two were as bad as Della and Miranda. Or Burnett and Holiday.
    Della scowled at Steve and then looked at Kylie. “I’m out of here.”
    Embarrassed, Kylie looked at Steve. “Thanks. Can you tell Lucas that I came by?”
    “You could probably find him.” Steve stood up. “I think they were going down to the clearing by the stream.”
    “Oh,” Kylie said, and took off after Della. Kylie’s chest pinched with jealousy as she remembered her and Lucas going to the stream. She was so fixated on trying not to feel the green emotion ping-ponging in her heart, she hadn’t realized they were heading the wrong way.
    “Where are we going?” Kylie asked.
    Della glared at her. “To the stream, idiot. And don’t for one minute pretend that you don’t want to know what he’s doing down there with that she-wolf. If he was my boyfriend, I’d go grab him by the scruff of his neck and teach that wolf a lesson he wouldn’t forget. He’d be whimpering like a pup before I let him go.”
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    Kylie continued to follow Della while holding an out-and-out debate in her head over the wisdom of continuing or turning around. If she went to the stream, would Lucas think she’d come because she was jealous? But if she didn’t go and Steve told him she’d dropped by and hadn’t come, would he think she’d gone home because she was jealous?
    Okay, the only thing that came out of that mental debate was knowing that she didn’t want Lucas to think she was jealous.
    Even though she was.
    But did that mean she was wrong?
    Or was Lucas wrong? Wrong for taking off in the dark to spend some time with Fredericka by the creek? Was he right now rolling on the grass with Fredericka, kissing her the way he’d kissed Kylie when he’d taken her to the creek?
    Or was it as innocent as her getting caught behind the office with Derek?
    Kylie looked up at the moon. The glow seemed extra bright and she felt that odd sting on her skin. Just like she felt on the full moon.
    She inhaled deeply and told herself she was imagining things.
    “Quit trying to talk yourself out of going,” Della said.
    “How do you know that’s what I’m doing?”
    “Because I can see it on your face. And because you couldn’t walk any slower if