fast?’ We were still holding hands. ‘You pushed me out of the way, didn’t you?’
‘I’m an archer,’ he said and dropped my hand.
I wanted to study the arrow to see if I could identify its origin. My old life had prepared me. I could shoot a perfect bullseye from two hundred feet away when I had my vampire sight.
Rhode held the arrow at a strange angle, almost as if he was trying to hide it behind his back. He kept it there when meeting my eyes again. The familiar blue pinned me in the middle of my
chest. I had searched for that blue in every medieval sky, in the flowers that grew on the Heath, but never, not once, did I find it. Not until now.
Three years. Three long years since I had felt their gaze.
‘Your accent. You’re not from the south of England,’ he said.
‘I lived in Derbyshire for most of my . . .’
Oh boy. What should I call those 592 years? Life? For lack of a better expression, I went with it.
‘I lived in Derbyshire for most of my life. A small village called Hathersage.’ I waited to see if the name would prompt a reaction.
Rhode opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I couldn’t read him. Without another word he set off in the direction of the main campus.
‘Wait,’ I called. Rhode twisted to look back at me, but he shook his head in disbelief. Something about me was unsettling him. ‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘I would have
been killed. Big lawsuit for the school archery team.’ I chuckled. When he didn’t laugh I cleared my throat. ‘I’m Lenah.’
‘Rhode,’ he replied. I couldn’t ignore the hesitation in his voice again. Before I could say anything else he turned his back to me again and walked away.
I wanted to follow after him. I even took a step, but a ripple of cold air fluttered the leaves and plants. The branches waved
against
the direction of the wind. The natural world
always hinted when someone magical was near. Someone who was
not
human.
Look for the clues
, Rhode had taught me.
And you will see when a vampire is near.
But where?
I scanned the long width of the Wickham farm. Running parallel to it were the woods, followed by the bay beach. The tomato plants were in full bloom and the round red tomatoes reminded me of the
apples hanging in the orchard at home. I inhaled deeply bringing the scent of mint and soil.
I could almost relax. Almost . . .
I rubbed at the cloth wrapped around my wrist and held the delicate fabric between my thumb and index finger.
Beyond the farm, in the woods, a pair of dark eyes stared at me from beneath a proud brow.
Vampire
eyes. They were like glass. Although he was far away from me, I knew the vampire was
not Justin but a young man I did not recognize.
He stalked out of the woods and the sunlight passed over him. I stuttered something. I even threw my hands to grab him. I wanted to throw him out of the sunny rays, but he kept straight ahead,
and stopped within a foot of me.
‘How can you be in the sunlight?’ I asked once he reached me. ‘How old are you?’
‘Lenah Beaudonte,’ he said in response. His voice was thick with an Italian accent. At the base of his neck was a pendant: a silver R inside a circle. ‘I have waited for
this.’
Someone who remembered me?
‘You must arm yourself,’ he said. It must have been a trick of the light because even though I blinked a few times, the colour of his eyes was so strange. Were they
silver
?
‘Lenah!’ Tony called from behind me. He walked from the direction of the union. The vampire’s head whipped to Tony. The vampire turned and hopped the fence to the farm. He
moved with grace and ease. There was little gravity for him – he jumped to the other side in one leap and within a few paces was in the woods, in the shadows.
‘Wait!’ I cried, following after, but the fence prevented me from catching up. ‘Arm myself against who?!’ I yelled, but there was no answer.
Damn it.
The smell of the sea wafted on to campus in a warm
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