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"You and me, B." | a safe space for fans of bree matthews and nicholas davis from the Legendborn series
Nick is waiting for me at the top of the stairs, and I absolutely blame Alice Chen for where my brain goes as I walk up to meet him, because all I can think is that he looks like a rom-com daydream come to life.
The "no reason at all" heat swims through my chest. Yeah, no problem. Sure, we need a private place in the secret society's semisecret house to talk about our supersecret infiltration and reconnaissance partnership. Perfectly reasonable.
I watch him type. Stop. Start again. Stop. Then: Thought you might say that. I grin. He texts again. The chapter's hosting dinner at the Lodge tonight at 6. They want all Pages there. come by an hour early. There's a room where we can talk in private.
Maybe that's why his last text, sent at 2:32 a.m., is so alarming: You need to forfeit. I've been away for too long and things are worse than I realized. I'll find out what happened to your mother. I swear it.
He had tried to find me. He had been worried. He'd called me "B." I suddenly feel sheepish, like reading his words and letting them wash over me like this is... embarrassing. Alice is gone, but I'm sitting on my bed feeling exposed. And warm. Good. Fuzzy. For no reason at all.
I start in on the Bo-Berry Biscuit and listen to the voicemail: he sounds slightly out of breath. "B. Tonight was-I guess I just wanted to check in. I'm glad you're safe. I-I don't know where to start. Call me. Please. Or text. Whichever."
Nick's skull is cracked. I should have moved faster. Struggled harder against the uchel. Gotten to Nick before he went after the demon himself.
I look up to find Nick staring at me with a guarded expression, like he's waiting for me to arrive at the truth in my own way. I suppose I have.... He is King Arthur's descendant.
Suddenly, pain lances through my arm. It's Nick, digging his fingers into my flesh deep enough to leave marks. I meet his eyes and he nods imperceptibly, urging me to focus on the blunt pressure of his nails.
Nick flips my hand and squeezes my fingers, then steps close. I can feel the heat of his chest against my shoulders, and when he leans in, the stale-smelling cowl brushes against my ear. "Squeeze once for yes, twice for no. Can you see?" I squeeze twice. "Keep it that way."
We're back on pounded dirt when the hand on my right shoulder drops down to my wrist and fingers brush across my knuckles. "It's me."
Measured paces approaching me now. I hope that it's Nick. Closer. My heart leaps into my throat. I don't want to be touched in the dark. My breath rattles in my ears. A hand warps around my elbow, holding the joint in a loose grip.
The moment the voices around us return to idle chatter, I move closer to him and whisper, "Everyone's staring." His back to the room, he passes a glass of cucumber water to me and keeps his voice low.
Nick has paused beside me while I take everything in. Once I'm done, I notice that, again, half of the eyes in the room are glued to Nick and the other half have found me.
"Why are you helping me?" His mouth quirks. "I like helping people, if I can." The light in his eyes dims. "And I know how it feels to watch your family shatter right in front of you and not be able to stop it."
I frown but don't feel like I know him well enough to press. But if I don't know Nick, I think, then why do I trust him? He bumps me with his arm, nodding ahead to where the crowd is moving into the great room. "We both need to be 'on' when we walk through those doors."
Nick and I follow at the back of the crowd. I lean in to him, my voice pitched low for his ears. "What's their deal? And what are the coins?"
"This is Briana Matthews, my-" He clears his throat. "I invited her to join the Order." I shoot him a look that says real smooth, and his mouth quirks.
When we leave the room ten minutes later, there are over twenty students milling in the foyer. Some are dressed like Nick and me, in jeans and T-shirts; others wear cocktail dresses and suits.
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