Evermore - Alyson Noel [93]
“Then aren’t you cheating, by staying here?” I say, smirking at Mr. Let Me Tell You How the World Works.
He cringes. “Some might say.”
“And how can you possibly know all of this if you’ve never done it yourself?”
“I’ve had plenty of years to study life’s greatest mysteries. And I’ve met some amazing teachers along the way. All you need to know about your other selves is that you were always female.” He smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Always very beautiful. And always important to me.”
I stare at the sea, manifest a few waves just for the heck of it, then make it all go away. Everything. All of it. Returning us to our outdoor living room.
“Change of scenery?” He smiles.
“Yes, but only the scenery, not the subject.”
He sighs. “So after years of searching I found you again—and you know the rest.”
I take a deep breath and stare at the lamp, clicking it off and on, on and off with my mind, trying to get a grip on all this.
“I broke off with Drina a long time ago, but she has this awful habit of reappearing. And the night at the St. Regis? When you saw us together? I was trying to convince her to move on, once and for all. Though obviously, it didn’t quite work. And yes, I know she killed Evangeline, because that day at the beach, when you woke up alone?”
I narrow my eyes, thinking: I knew it! I knew he wasn’t surfing!
“I’d just found her body, but it was too late to save her. And yes, I know about Haven too, though luckily, I was able to save her.”
“So that’s where you were that night—when you said you were getting a drink of water . . .”
He nods.
“So what else have you lied about?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest. “And where’d you go Halloween night, after you left my party?”
“I went home,” he says, gazing at me intently. “When I saw the way Drina looked at you, well, I though it better to distance myself. Only I couldn’t. I tried. I’ve been trying all along. But I just couldn’t do it. I can’t stay away from you.” He shakes his head. “And now you know everything. Though I think it’s obvious why I couldn’t be quite so forthcoming at the time.”
I shrug and look away, not willing to give in so easily, even if it’s true.
“Oh, and my ‘creepy room’ as you call it? Well, it just so happens to be my happy place. Not unlike the memory you hold of those last blissful moments in the car with your family.” And when he looks at me, I avert my gaze, ashamed for having said it. “Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker.” He smiles.
“Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—” I shake my head. “I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it’s normal!”
He closes his eyes and sighs. And when he opens them again he says, “For me it is normal. This is my life. And now it’s your life too, if you choose it. It’s not as bad as you think, Ever, really.” He looks at me for a long time, and even though part of me still wants to hate him for making me this way, I just can’t. And when I feel that overwhelmingly warm, tingly pull, I gaze down at the hand that he’s holding and say, “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” He looks at me, his eyes tired, the skin surrounding them tense and pale.
“Stop making that warm, tingly, you know. Just stop it!” I say, my mind torn between love and hate.
“I’m not making that, Ever.” His eyes are on mine.
“Of course you are! You’re making it happen with your . . . whatever.” I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest, wondering where we possibly go from here.
“I’m not manifesting that. I swear. I’d never use trickery to seduce you.”
“Oh, yeah, like the tulips?”
He smiles. “You have no idea what they mean, do you?”
I press my lips and look away.
“Flowers