Fallen - Lauren Kate [60]
“I didn’t know you had any family,” she said.
“Why would you?” Daniel scoffed.
“I don’t know… So, I mean, you do?”
“The question is why you presume you know anything about my family—or me—at all?”
Luce felt her stomach plummet. She saw the Warning: Stalker Alert flash in Daniel’s alarmed eyes. And she knew she’d botched things with him yet again.
“D.” Roland came up from behind them and put his hand on Daniel’s T-shirt-clad shoulder. “You want to stick around to see if there’s another yearlong lecture, or are we going to roll?”
“Yeah,” Daniel said softly, giving Luce a final sideways glance. “Let’s get out of here.”
Of course—obviously—she should have bolted several minutes ago. Like, at the first instinct to divulge any details of Daniel’s file. A smart, normal person would have dodged the conversation, or changed the subject to something much less freakish, or at the very least, kept her big mouth shut.
But. Luce was proving day after day that—especially when it came to Daniel—she was incapable of doing anything that fell under the category of “normal” or “smart.”
She watched as Daniel walked away with Roland. He didn’t look back, and every step he took away from her made her feel more and more freakishly alone.
TEN
WHERE THERE’S SMOKE
“What are you waiting for?” Penn asked barely a second after Daniel had left with Roland. “Let’s go.” She tugged on Luce’s hand.
“Go where?” Luce asked. Her heart was still pounding from the conversation with Daniel—and from the view of him leaving. The shape his sculpted shoulders cut out in the hall seemed to be bigger than Daniel himself.
Penn rapped lightly on the side of Luce’s head. “Hello? The library, like I said in my note …” She took in Luce’s blank expression. “You didn’t get either one of my notes?” She slapped her leg, frustrated. “But I handed them to Todd to pass to Cam to pass to you.”
“Pony Express.” Cam wedged his way in front of Penn and presented Luce with two folded scraps of paper held between his index and middle finger.
“Give me a break. Did your horse die of exhaustion on the road?” Penn huffed, snagging the notes. “I gave you those like an hour ago. What took so long? You didn’t read them—”
“Of course not.” Cam pressed a hand to his broad chest, offended. He wore a thick black ring on his middle finger. “If you remember, Luce got in trouble for passing notes with Molly—”
“I was not passing notes with Molly—”
“Regardless,” Cam said, lifting the notes back out of Penn’s hand and delivering them, finally, to Luce. “I was only looking out for your best interests. Waiting for the right opportunity.”
“Well, thank you.” Luce tucked the notes into her pocket and gave Penn a what-are-ya-gonna-do shrug.
“Speaking of waiting for the right time,” he said, “I was out the other day and saw this.” He produced a small red velvet jewelry box and held it open for Luce to see.
Penn nudged around Luce’s shoulder so she could get a look.
Inside, a thin gold chain held a small circular pendant with a carved line down its middle and a small serpent’s head at the tip.
Luce looked up at him. Was he making fun of her?
He touched the pendant. “I thought, after the other day … I wanted to help you face your fear,” he said, sounding almost nervous, afraid that she might not accept. Should she accept? “Only kidding. I just liked it. It’s unique, it reminded me of you.”
It was unique. And very beautiful, and it made Luce feel strangely unworthy.
“You went shopping?” she found herself asking, because it was easier to discuss how Cam had left campus than it would have been to ask Why me? “I thought the point of reform school is that we’re all stuck here.”
Cam lifted his chin slightly and smiled with his eyes. “There are ways,” he said quietly. “I’ll show you sometime. I could show you—tonight?”
“Cam, honey,” a voice said behind him. It was Gabbe, tapping his shoulder. A thin section at the front of her hair was French-braided and pinned behind her ear, like a perfect