Five (Elemental Enmity Series Book I) (9 page)

I sure wouldn’t. I couldn’t even picture him in women’s clothes, and I had always had a great imagination.

One of the guys shook his head. “A declaration like that might mean more if you didn’t change your major daily.” He elbowed Zach in the side. “Can’t you see you’re embarrassing the girl? She’ll mark you as some sort of lunatic stalker if you don’t lay off.”

My face was aflame. It had to be two shades redder than Rudolph’s glowing nose. I hadn’t ever had someone come on to me so strongly, especially not someone as attractive as Zach. Well, to be fair, I hadn’t ever seen someone like him. He wasn’t pretty-boy handsome like Brody. He was pure muscles-bulging-everywhere-rugged man with high voltage eyes and a mystifying smile.

Zach turned toward me, concern clear on his face. “I’m used to being a bit bold around women I find irresistible. Do you wish me to tone it down?”

My stomach did a flip at the sultry look he shot me. “Maybe a little,” I said. He was a lot to handle even without his brazen advances.

“Okay, love, we’ll take it slow.” He nudged my foot under the table and a calm sensation rushed through my veins, reigning in my heartbeat. “How’s that sound?”

I smiled, wondering why I had gotten so freaked out. Zach already felt like an old friend, and I had only known him a few minutes. “Better.”

We talked about our majors, everyone except Zach. He slumped low in his seat, casually listening to each one of us discuss our reasons for existing. He threw out the odd pithy comment, but other than that, he didn’t say much. I had never laughed as much as I had today. Even though he was the silent, brooding type, he was still fun to be around. Amazingly, I liked being the object of his affections. Something not quite tangible about him set me at ease.

Too soon, he escorted me to my next class. Man I wanted to spend more time with him.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he asked, coming closer.

His size absolutely intimidated me, but his nearness was what made my heart flutter like a dying moth. He wanted me to go to the football game with him, so I had invited him to come with Cassie and me. “Uh-huh,” I said dreamily.

That was the best I could come up with? Good grief, I sounded like a moron.

His fingertips brushed my cheek lightly before he turned and sauntered away, whistling a sad sort of melody that brought to mind long lost loves and days gone by. I watched him go, realizing I didn’t know anything about him other than his name. I could have practically written biographies for every person sitting at that table by the time we were done talking today, but not him. Why was that?

“What do you mean you’re ‘sort of’ bringing a date to the game?” Cassie complained. Her bottom lip protruded in an exaggerated pout.

I had purposely waited until morning to tell her that Zach was coming with us. I knew she’d be upset, but I had no way of contacting him to see if he knew anyone to set her up with. I didn’t even have Natalie’s number yet. “I know. I’m really sorry, but maybe he’ll come with a friend.” I prayed he would. I should have asked him when I had the chance, but the minute he mentioned me going with him to the game, my mind short circuited. It had been too busy reeling to think clearly enough to worry about Cassie.

Cassie’s cheeks rose perkily in a smile. Her raven curls bounced as she clasped her hands together. “I hope so.”

Seeing her this animated made my smile bigger. I craved to settle into one of our comfortable conversations. It wouldn’t hurt to try again. “How have you been, Cass?”

Her tone leaked frustration. “Fine.”

I shook my head at her. I hadn’t brought up that rider or pegasus in days, yet worry still clouded her normally bright eyes. “What’s with you? Since when did you start answering questions with one syllable?”

She shrugged and plopped onto the crisp sofa that had been delivered yesterday morning. I thought we’d get a used one somewhere, but this was straight from the showroom. The winter white chenille contrasted well with the hot pink and lime green of her bedspread. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t coordinated perfectly was my bunk. I was kind of surprised she didn’t throw a fit when I insisted on keeping my favorite quilt.

Aunt Grace had given it to me a few years ago. I asked her when she had found time to make it. She claimed she bought it, but I knew better. She would have never watched me so intently when I opened the package if that had been the case.

Cassie hugged her knees then picked at a fringed hole in her sleeve. “I don’t know what to say. Unlike you, I didn’t get to meet a great guy yesterday. You don’t even care about guys right now. How fair is that?”

I shrugged. “If Zach doesn’t know anyone, I’ll ask Natalie.”

She stood up, shoving her hands into her pockets. “That’s another thing. When have you had time to make new friends without me? You’re going to be gone most of the time from now on, and I won’t have anyone to hang out with.” She fully glared at me now. “And another thing, since you brought it up. I really don’t like any of my classes.”

Wow. Where had that come from? I refused to feel bad about trying to take care of myself. She thought I should be fine with her parents paying for my expenses as well as hers. I just couldn’t do that and like myself. “I won’t be working that much, and you know it. You’ll hardly even realize I’m gone.”

“So you say.” She plopped back down and started surfing TV channels distractedly.

I watched her for a moment, but she wouldn’t look at me again. We had to get past this barrier. Time for a different approach. “What are you wearing to the ga—?”

She flicked the TV off faster than I could get the words out. The remote fell out of her hands like last week’s trash. This was the first time real excitement shone in her eyes since the day we arrived here. Her smile could have lit up Manhattan. “I was thinking we should go to the gift shop. You know, show some spirit.”

I could deal with shopping if it would keep that smile on her face. “What are you waiting for?”

She didn’t even answer. She bolted to get her purse and turned to me eagerly.

We made the fairly long walk to Notre Dame because Cassie didn’t like the selection in our store. She had been too impatient to wait for a shuttle, and we were nowhere near my car.

I didn’t mind. I loved being in nature, and I hadn’t dared go out alone since I met that guy in the woods. It had been two weeks already; I missed my runs.

The beauty of campus struck me again. The trees on the Avenue swayed in the fresh breeze as glimmering light filtered through the leaves.

Leaving my new sanctuary left me decidedly uneasy, but I had to go to Notre Dame sometime. Better to rip off the bandage than to lull myself into a false sense of safety. Besides, we were around so many people, how could fae lords, if they existed, and I still wasn’t saying they did, do anything to me here? I didn’t know why I was still so worried. I reminded myself once again that nothing had happened in quite some time.

“This one looks nice,” I said, holding up the fifteenth sweatshirt I’d found in Cassie’s size. I didn’t know why it mattered so much. They were mostly blue, white, or gold with the exception of an occasional pink, girly one or the generic leprechaun green that had nothing to do with Notre Dame colors. At least this had a cool design. Stunning images of campus surrounded the Fighting Irish logo.

Cassie took it from me, rubbed the fabric between her fingers, made a face, then handed it back. “It’s nice, but just not, well, special enough.”

I snorted, waving my arm sideways for emphasis. “I hardly think you’re going to find a one of a kind in here.”

She smiled sheepishly at me. “It’s the first game. I want to stand out.” She held up a white and gold jersey that had the number ten on it. “What do you think?”

Smiling, I shook my head then raised the shirt in my hand higher. “Like that’s any better than this.” If she was going for different, she hadn’t found it. The store was packed with number ten gear.

Not to be distracted, she dug into the rack again. “Help me find a blue one. It will go better with my eyes.”

I started my search, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. “What’s so great about ten, anyway?”

She straightened, giving me her ‘you’re too clueless to live’ look. “It’s Devon King’s number.”

“Who?”

“He’s the new quarterback.” She said it like anyone in the world should have known who he was.

I might have guessed. Cassie had a thing for quarterbacks.

I’d have thought she’d prefer a tight-end.

“I have the perfect thing for you,” a deep voice rang out, blazing through my soul like a forest fire.

I hastily glanced up from the rack. Cassie spun around as if she had casters for feet.

Four men stood casually in front of us like runaways from Mt. Olympus. Each man exuded the cocky assurance that he was the best option a woman could have. He was it—the end. Every one of them was absolutely stunning, not to mention intimidating.

And I thought Zach was bad.

They posed like chiseled marble deities. Michelangelo couldn’t have done better. Was the whole world full of exquisite men, or was it just Notre Dame?

The man smiling radiantly at Cassie had bronze skin with dark cascading chestnut hair that seemed to shine with an inner light. The clingy white tee he held sported an image of a blue and gold stiletto heeled cleat with a number ten on it. ‘Long live the King’ was written under it in bold letters.

His amber gaze landed on mine, lighting an unquenchable inferno in the pit of my stomach. He smiled charmingly, a Celtic dream.

Cassie stepped timidly toward him. “That’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.” Inching closer to him, she accepted the shirt with a star-struck expression plastered to her rosy features. “Now this is special, Rayla.”

I jumped at the sharp sound of indrawn breath. Each man contributed equally to the symphony. I was immediately uneasy, and not in an ‘I’ve got four hot guys surrounding me’ sort of way.

These men certainly looked otherworldly. Could they really be fae? I had pretty much discounted the idea that the fae even existed, but there was something different about them that I couldn’t quite grasp.

For some reason I didn’t like that they knew my name. Refusing to look directly at any of them, I turned toward Cassie. “We should go.”

“Why the hurry, beautiful?” the blonde asked in a southern California accent, sliding up next to me. He shot me a full, glorious smile.

The epitome of a sun god, his bright cerulean eyes taunted me playfully. His shoulder length blond hair was split down the middle, falling in light waves that caressed his golden, Thor-like face. The closer he came to me, the more my scar itched. I fought the urge to scratch it even though it rushed with sensation. My body trembled as he came nearer.

“I thought we were going to get something for you, too,” Cassie said. Her curious eyes studied me as if I’d gone crazy.

Didn’t they affect her like they did me? She stood there casually with a glazed look in her eyes. “Nope. I’m good.” I nodded toward the door, giving her another look.

“Let us help you,” one of the other men suggested in a satin tone that fell on my senses like a feather-light kiss. My body shifted to his signal. Although extremely different in appearance from the guy standing next to me, my awareness of the speaker affected me in the same odd way. His call took over my senses as though he were the only man on earth.

His eyes were deep-set caramel pools, his skin russet velvet. His thick black tresses were pulled back in a crisp queue: The perfect Latin lover. His sumptuous lips turned in an inviting smile. I looked away shyly.

“Are you all players?” Cassie asked innocently. Her gaze darted from each one and back again as though she was having trouble determining which of them was best.

The last man in the group burst out in a husky laugh. I shivered as he became my new world. His rich obsidian eyes pointedly surveyed the scene. I doubted he missed much.

He was a few inches taller and quite a bit larger than the rest of them even though each man was very nearly a giant and perfectly muscled in the way of Adonis. Flawless mocha skin and long dark braids completed his exotic look: The ultimate jungle warrior.

“Of a sort,” he replied in a tone that sent a quake of sensual expectation through my entire frame. He smiled at me possessively, as though I were
his
somehow.

Aunt Grace’s words were tattooed in my memory. These men fit the description. They were all exquisitely, inhumanly stunning. I wasn’t sure about the cunning part, but I didn’t want to get anywhere near them if they could be lethal.

I made a mistake by coming here. I should have never come to Notre Dame.

The blonde came closer. “How about it, Rayla? Will you let us help you?”

The way he said my name revved my pulse like a V12 at full throttle, but just as quickly a calming sensation washed over me, settling my nerves. I wanted to give him anything he asked for. I wanted to toss my hair, bat my eyelashes, and accidentally brush up against him just to feel his body next to mine. I could never be close enough.

I might have actually done it if I hadn’t gotten a kick in the pants from my mind to grab Cassie and sprint back to our dorm.