IGNITE (Midnight Fire #1) EXCERPT --
"But soft what light through yonder window breaks. It is the east and Juliet is the sun. Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she."
Kira couldn't help but laugh at Tristan as he speedily grumbled out the lines without even an ounce of passion. "You know this is supposed to be a love scene, right?"
He glanced at her with contempt while she tried to swallow her smile.
"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," he said, looking back down at the page. Tristan continued to read aloud in his monotone voice, totally ignoring her, which just prompted Kira to continue.
"Look, Tristan, there's no point hiding the fact that you like me, from me I mean. I flipped through your notebook again after I realized that you'd left it behind. I saw the drawings you made of me."
Tristan paused, shifting his focus to Kira. She handed his small moleskin back to him, happy to at least have that out of the way. For some reason, she thought he was looking at her like she was an unruly child who wouldn't follow instructions. Where he got that from, she had no idea. But he continued with his speech, so she continued talking over him.
"They were really great actually, pretty flattering," she said, smiling, hoping he would look at her again. But he didn't. "Anyway, I think we should talk about what happened, not here obviously, but somewhere we can meet in private."
They both chose that moment to look around, and Kira saw they had the attention of Tristan's friends and Luke. Yeah, she thought, the classroom was definitely not the right place to have this conversation. And she kind of hoped talking would lead to other things like it had the last time...
Tristan finished reading his lines. "Hey Juliet, it's your turn," he said with a smirk.
"Oh, right." Kira looked down at her book. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art though Romeo..." She tried to copy his apathetic style of reading and was secretly overjoyed when he laughed at her.
"I get it, I sounded like an idiot," he interrupted. But Kira just continued reading, giving him the same silent treatment he had given her. "Okay, here's the truth Kira. We can't talk here and we shouldn't even be talking, now or maybe ever."
"You told me that already." She stopped reading.
"Yet, you seem to have trouble understanding it. English is your first language, right?" Kira's response was a prolonged eye roll. With a sigh, Tristan continued, "Like I said before, we just can't ever be."
"I understand what you're saying, but I also know you don't mean it." She leaned in closer to prevent from being overheard.
"I do," he insisted, forcing the point.
"Oh really," Kira mocked, trying to push him into admitting the truth. "It didn't seem that way when you kissed me."
"Kira, forget that ever happened. Okay?"
"Or what? You don't scare me."
"I should," Tristan said and shot Kira a lethal look. His eyes changed color to the lightest blue she could imagine. They held her captive, not in the romantic way, but as though she were a prisoner held paralyzed. The icy hue was cold and made her shiver like she had been dropped in an arctic pool. Slowly his pupils began to expand, overtaking his irises.
Kira trembled, pulse racing as her body froze. But more frightening was she felt like Tristan knew his effect and didn't care. The fear of not being able to move was slowly surpassed by a swell of power that stirred within her. A feeling of warmth spread to her hands, burning away Tristan's hold.
Kira broke free and looked at the floor. Her fingertips still tingled with whatever had coursed through her veins, the heat that allowed her to break his gaze. She leaned back against her chair, away from him, and touched her fingers to her cheek. Each one burned into her skin.
"What the hell was that?" She asked unsteadily, still not looking up. The heat emanating from her hand absorbed all of Kira's thoughts.
"Me," Tristan confessed. The venom was gone from his voice.
Kira gazed at him again and caught the unbearably sad expression in his eyes before he looked away from her.
Or me? She thought, feeling the warmth finally ebb.