Dark Kiss

My shivering increased. I knew he wasn’t talking about potato chips or cheeseburgers. “Who the hell is she?”

“I can’t tell you that. Not yet.” He swore under his breath. “I knew you were too young.”

“Tell me what you did to me,” I demanded. “What is this hunger? I keep eating and eating and I can’t get full.”

He shook his head, still staring at me as if my admitting the hunger surprised him. “Food won’t satisfy you. Not anymore.”

My bottom lip wobbled as I started to lose my composure. “What am I?”

He stood up and reached toward me, gently tucking a piece of long, dark hair behind my ear. His expression regained its previous confidence and he smiled. “This is a good thing, Samantha. You’re something even more special now. Something amazing.”

Bishop had called me special, too, shortly before he’d put that knife to my throat. Call me crazy, but the word put me on edge.

“I’m a—a gray,” I said, my throat tight enough that it was difficult to breathe.

His smile wavered and an edge of confusion slid behind his gaze as if he wasn’t familiar with the term. But that was what Bishop and Kraven had called it. “What you are isn’t a bad thing. It really isn’t. But you do have to be careful. There are ways of controlling the hunger through the kiss.” He leaned close to whisper in my ear. “You and me—we can practice now, if you like, without doing any harm. Whenever we want to.”

Practice kissing with Stephen Keyes. A week ago it would have sounded like a dream come true, but now …

It didn’t feel like a dream. Only a nightmare could make me feel like this.

I half expected him to rip off his face to show a literal monster underneath, just before he attacked me. But he didn’t do any ripping or attacking.

When Stephen took my hand in his, I yanked it away from him. His skin was cold and it made me shudder.

He blinked. “Our body temperatures are lower now. You’ll get used to it. It’s one of the side effects of not having a soul.”

Finally—confirmation. He’d somehow managed to steal my soul in that kiss.

“How do I get it back?” My voice broke.

He cocked his head to the side. “Why would you want it back? You’re better now.”

He was infuriating. How could he be so calm about something like this? “Because—because it’s my soul. You took it and I want you to give it back. Now.”

His expression didn’t change as he sat down again. “I can’t give yours back to you. I gave in to the hunger just as she told me to. And now it’s gone.”

Panic twisted inside me. My soul was gone. Something I hadn’t really thought about as a tangible piece of me had been ripped away and destroyed without my permission.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You can’t just steal something so important from me and expect I’m going to be okay with that. Who told you to do this to me?”

His eyes narrowed. “A soul is a burden on a human, an anchor. Trust me … you’re better off without it. I never knew how much my soul held me back, but it did. I was miserable—self-doubting, worried, anxious, living a life others planned for me. I had no control over myself. Now I do. The world has opened up to me. It was my soul that held me back. You’ll come to see that I’m telling the truth. The hunger can be managed. It’s all worth it.”

If that was his sales pitch for Devour your soul? Ask me how! I was unimpressed, to say the least. In fact, I was so mad I wanted to spit.

But, mad or not, it was too late. He’d done it. My soul was gone. And now I hungered to do the same to others as Stephen had done to me. This wasn’t going to get any better; it was only going to get worse. That must be what had happened with Colin in the hallway this morning. I’d been so close … too close …

I turned and stalked away. My mind was a jumble of information and I had no idea how to process it all.

“Where are you going?” Stephen’s hand closed on my upper arm and he jerked me to a stop before I reached the staircase, wrenching me back around to face him.

I guess he was also done with being pleasant.

“Let go of me!” I snarled, trying to fight the burning sting of tears in my eyes.

Unfortunately, no protective zapping occurred to blast him back from me like it had this morning with Kraven.

I half expected his eyes to glow red like the demon’s had, but they remained the same caramel color as always. “I have some questions for you, too, Samantha. You can’t just walk away from me yet.”

I looked around at the other kids for help, but they still weren’t paying attention to us. Considering our heated discussion and the fact he was now physically restraining me from leaving, that surprised me.

“Help!” I called out, loud enough to be heard over the constant musical background to Crave. “He won’t let me leave!”

“Don’t bother,” Stephen said. “They’re all with me—my new brothers and sisters. Your new brothers and sisters.”

A gasp caught in my throat. “But they look so normal.”

“They’re better than normal.”

A second glance showed they were all very attractive, well dressed and had an air of self-confidence. Stephen had said losing your soul was a freeing experience. Looked like these grays agreed with him.

If that was so, then why didn’t I feel that way?

“Now, my question …” He pulled me closer. “Who have you been talking to about this since Friday night? I need to know.”

“Why do you care?”

“If there’s someone out there with knowledge of us, they might not understand. They might try to get in the way. She won’t like that.” His grip tightened. I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. “Answer me, Samantha. Who were you talking to?”

“She was talking to me.”

I whipped my head around. Bishop was standing at the top of the stairs. Our eyes met and held for a brief but intense moment before he shifted his focus to Stephen.

“Who the hell are you?” Stephen snapped.

“Let Samantha go and maybe we’ll talk about it.”

Stephen released me. His tight grip had left a red imprint on my skin. His angry expression shifted to neutral as he eyed Bishop.

“There,” he said pleasantly. “I let her go.”

“You grab girls a lot around here?” Bishop glanced around the lounge area.

Stephen smirked. “Usually it’s the other way around.”

“How nice for you. So you’re the one who did this to her, aren’t you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”