Page 10 of Life Blood
What the mother effing eff was that?I looked unflinchingly at Logan who I was convinced had done some weird mind control thing to Jeremy. Shit like that just didn’t happen.
“What did you just do to him?” I whispered.
“Me? Nothing.” Logan casually put his elbow on his desk, leaned his cheek on his palm, and smiled at me. I felt that weird tug of energy again, but this time I was more freaked out, so I ignored it.
“Nothing, my ass,” I eyed him.
He shrugged shoulders at my response and turned his attention to the professor as she entered the room and brought the class to attention.
She made some announcements about the upcoming study material before she powered up the large flat screen tv mounted at the front corner of the room and put on a movie.
I could’ve watched a better documentary about World War 2 on Netflix.
“You’re quite feisty, aren’t you?”
Logan’s voice entered my mind, bringing up that same overwhelming feeling that Braden made me feel. I wasn’t falling for this guy’s magic tricks, though. What was it with these guys? Something was different…almost supernatural.
The thought of them being supernatural made me want to laugh at myself. That stuff wasn’t real…I mean, I believed in angels and demons, but I think I would know if some diabolical force was sitting next to me or not. At least, I think I might.
“Who the hell are you?” I whispered as the documentary droned on.
“I’m Logan Banner, who the hell are you?” he taunted.
“Elle,” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Elle Simms.”
“Ah!” He sunk back into his chair, long legs crossed, and casually stretched out into the aisle that separated our desks. “Nice to meet you, Elle. You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?”
I glared at his profile as the light in the room dimmed, then I brought my attention back to the television. Logan did something to Jeremy, and now he was giving me crap for noticing.
“Listen,” I said as quietly as I could, leaning toward him and trying my hardest to ignore how amazing he smelled.Focus, Elle!“I saw it…what did you do to Jeremy?”
His expression darkened when he looked at me. I felt a cool breeze hit me hard in my chest, and I instinctively covered it with my hand.
“Why don’t you quit worrying about your friend, and pay attention to the video.” His voice had an edge to it now. His eyes seemed to flash silver before they were normal again.
“Why don’t you quit playing games with me, and answer my damn question?” I snapped back.
He shot up from his chair so fast it made me flinch. He rushed over to the professor, told her something quickly, and then vanished out of the door, backpack and all. Gone.
He wasn’t getting off that easily with me. I know what I saw. If he was pulling some evil warlock shit on people, I wanted to know.
Holy shit!That had to be it. These could be a bunch of evil occultists, dabbling with dark spirits, and I just pissed one of them off. As if my life wasn’t already screwed up enough.
I sank in my chair, feeling my heart start to pound, my palms clammy and my heart racing. I needed to get out of here. I quietly got up from my seat, and I rushed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face.
Calm down, Elle,I said over and over to myself until my heart found its perfect rhythm and my hands stopped shaking. Why did I have to piss off a dude who may or may not make a voodoo doll of me?
I supposed that if the guy were going to go alldark magicand shit on me, he would have in class—just like he did with Jeremy.
Warlocks or not, something was certain…there was something going on with the Banners.
Chapter Four
Once I collected myself, the thought hit me: even if these guys were warlocks, Logan couldn’t make my life worse than it already was. I kept that thought in mind as I finished off my history class, and walked to Professor Brooks’ class to speak to her about the F she gave me on my English paper.
“Miss Simms,” she called out after catching me peeking into her class.
“Yes,” I answered as I approached her messy desk. “I’m here to turn in the make-up essay for the one I failed yesterday.”
