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a second
or third glance but his attitude was another story altogether. In
my opinion, he wasn’t worth the trouble.
    “What?” Shandor put his hands up, palms
forward in a submissive pose. “Just asking where she was?”
    “Trinity?” Hockey looked at me. “Can I talk
to you for a minute?”
    The question caught me off guard. Hockey,
although Becki’s boyfriend and often in my presence, barely speaks
to me. Not that I’d ever taken much offense to the lack
communication between us since Hockey lacks communication with
nearly everyone in camp.
    When I didn't answer him, he bit his lip and
looked at the ground.
    I looked around. We had become the center of
attention in this small group. No longer talking, everyone was now
staring at me and Hockey, whose half hidden face had become bright
red. I took another swig out Jericho’s jug and jumped up,
suggesting that we go somewhere else to talk. I chanced a glance
back at Gerik. I shouldn’t have. I’m positive he was channeling his
Norse ancestors as they went A-Viking.
    “Has Becki seemed… off to you lately?” Hockey
paced back and forth beside the creek while I soaked my feet in the
warm water.
    Startled by the strange question, I glanced
up at him. “Not that I noticed really, why?”
    He waited a minute before answering. “No
reason,” He said, kicking a rock into the water.
    “Did something happen tonight? Did you guys
get into a fight?”
    He sat down next to me, his face twisted in
confusion. “Tonight?”
    Oh. Shoot. So she hadn’t been with him
tonight and unless I wanted Becki's problems to become my own I
needed to change the subject quickly.
    “I… uh… so what do you think is off about her
exactly?”
    He began to fidget, taking his hat off and
on, nervously run his fingers through his hair.
    “I feel like she’s hiding something from me,
she seems distant and unhappy…” He trailed off, staring at
something in the distance. Gerik was standing near the swimming
hole. Everything about him told me he was annoyed.
    Hockey stood up quickly and cleared his
throat. “I’ll talk to you later.”
    I wiggled my feet in the warm water and
leaned back on my elbows. I was actually glad for the interruption.
Whatever Becki had been up to tonight I certainly didn’t want to
get in the middle of it.
    Hockey walked quickly away giving Gerik a
wide breadth.
    “What was that all about?” Gerik asked,
taking a seat next to me. I shook my head. I wasn’t going to tell
Gerik anything about Hockey and Becki’s personal business.
    “Is something going on with you two?” He
asked.
    Used to his jealousy, I looked up at him with
what I hoped was a mysterious look on my face and in a low voice
with a sinister undertone said, “There are things of which the Gaje
cannot speak of to the Romani. For the protection of my people, it
is forbidden.”
    He narrowed his eyes. "Hockey isn't a
Gaje."
    I had to laugh at him. “Are you actually
jealous of Hockey?”
    He didn’t answer.
    “Have I ever told you about Phthonos Gerik?
The Greek spirit of jealousy?”
    He smiled. “No Trinity, you haven’t.
Yet.”
    He bumped shoulders with me, causing the tiny
hairs on my body to stand to attention. The contact made me
shiver.
    “You’re cold, yeah?” His voice was a throaty
whisper that stroked my senses wide awake.
    “Come here.” He pulled me over him and
settled me in between his legs, tucking me in close against his
body, with his arms across me. The instant he'd touched me, fire
licked across my skin causing my body to arc upwards on a gasp. He
grasped my arms to hold me down and keep me firm against him.
Rubbing my arms slowly, up and down, I eventually calmed to his
touch.
    Using his face, he brushed the hair away from
my neck and rolled the soft skin there between his teeth. I tilted
my head to give him better access and ground my body backwards into
his. The friction caused the heat between us to flare hotter as the
need for him burrowed a deep tunnel