Jennifer Armentrout - Half-Blood

“Which part?” His mouth tightened.

“Al of it?”

He final y smiled, but the usual banter we shot back and forth at each other during our training sessions disappeared. His direct and formal instructions made his disappointment in me clear. But what could I do? I hadn’t known Marcus was Chuck Norris. I’d lost my temper. So what? So why did I feel icky?

After practice, I stil couldn’t shake the feeling of being an utter failure. Not even when Caleb showed up at my door hours later.

Frowning, I stepped aside and let him in. “You’re real y good at sneaking into this dorm, Caleb.”

He smirked, but it faded as he took in my sweat-stained clothing. “It’s Zarak’s party. Tonight. Remember?”

“Dammit. No.” I kicked the door shut.

“Wel , you’d better get ready. Like now. We’re already late.”

I debated tel ing him I wasn’t feeling up to it, but the idea of sulking around my room didn’t seem entertaining. I figured I deserved a night of fun after the day I’d had, and it wasn’t like Aiden or Marcus would know if I decided to go to Zarak’s. “I need to take a quick shower first. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure.” He plopped down on the couch and picked up the remote control. “There’s going to be a lot of the pures there.

Ones who haven’t seen you since you’ve came back. Of course, they know you’re back. Everyone is talking about it.”

Rol ing my eyes, I pushed on the bathroom door and stripped off my clothes. I wasn’t worried about Caleb popping in on me. It’d be like walking in on his sister naked; I doubted he wanted to see my goods. As I twisted in front of the mirror, I caught sight of a smorgasbord of bluish splotches covering my back and my sides. Yuck. I turned away.

Caleb continued from the living room. “Lea and Jackson got into a huge fight today, right on the beach for everyone to see. It was fun to watch.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. After a quick shower, I dried my hair so it fel in somewhat manageable waves. Now what to wear?

“Are you almost done in there? Gods, I’m bored.”

“Almost.” I pul ed out a pair of jeans and a shirt even though I wanted to wear the slutty little black dress Caleb had picked out, but the low back would show al the bruises.

Caleb stood up as I walked into the living room. “You look hot.”

I scrunched up my face. “You think this is hot?”

He laughed as he turned toward the door. “No.”

By the time we met some other halfs at the edge of campus, Caleb’s running monologue about who was going to be at the party had driven out the worst of my foul mood.

Caleb kept sneaking looks at one of the girls who’d joined us as we trekked across the bridge to the main island. It was easy to forget about practice and al I’d missed in the last couple of years.

It wasn’t hard for us to make it past the Guards. None of them recognized me, or if they did, they didn’t care enough to send me back to my room. They were used to kids making their way back and forth between the two islands, especial y during the summer.

“Wow.” One of the girls let out a low exhale as we skirted along the sand dunes. “The party’s definitely in high gear.”

She was right. As soon as we rounded the bend, pures and halfs spil ed out from the large beach house. It’d been ages since I’d been to Zarak’s house. Like Thea, his parents held seats on the Council, had a lot of money, and had little time for their pure-blood offspring.

With its incredible views of the ocean, pale blue siding and whitewashed decks, Zarak’s parents’ beach house was identical to the house Mom had lived in. I assumed her house stil stood on the opposite side of the island. A mixture of grief and happiness flowed through me. I saw myself as a little girl, playing on the porch, running through the sand dunes, laughing, and I saw Mom, smiling down at me. She always had been smiling.

“Hey.” Caleb came up behind me. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.”

He slipped his arms around my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “Come on, you’re gonna be like some kind of rock star here. Everyone’s going to be happy to see you.”

Walking up to the beach house, I did kind of feel like a rock star. Everywhere I looked, someone cal ed my name or rushed over to give me a hug and a warm, “Welcome back.” For a while, I lost myself in the sea of familiar faces.

Someone shoved a plastic cup in my hand; another topped it off from an open bottle, and before I knew it, I was buzzing happily among old friends.

I headed up the wide steps, hoping to find Zarak somewhere in the house. He was, after al , one of my favorite pure-bloods. Dodging around two halfs making out while stil maintaining firm grips on their red plastic cups

— amazing ability by the way—I slid into the less crowded kitchen. Final y, I spotted the recognizable head of blond curls. He appeared occupied with a pretty blonde.

I was pretty positive I’d be interrupting, but I didn’t think Zarak would mind. He had to have missed me. I walked up and tapped my fingers along the curve of his shoulder. It took a moment for him to lift his head and turn around. A pair of startling gray eyes—clearly not Zarak’s—met mine.

I TOOK A STEP BACK. I’D NEVER SEEN THE BOY

BEFORE, but there was something oddly familiar about those eyes and the planes of his face.

“What do we have here?” He gave me a lazy smile. “A half eager to make my acquaintance?” He looked back at the other girl, then to me.

“Oh, wel … I thought you were someone else. Sorry.”

Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “I guess I was being presumptuous, wasn’t I?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Yes, you were.”

“But weren’t you being presumptuous by assuming I was someone else? Does it matter?” I shook my head. “Wel , I should introduce myself.” He took a step forward and bowed—literal y, bent at the waist and bowed. “I’m Deacon St. Delphi, and you are?”

My jaw almost hit the floor. Honestly, I should’ve known the minute I saw his eyes. They were nearly identical to Aiden’s.

Deacon’s lips turned into a smug grin. “I see you’ve heard of me.”

“Yeah, I know your brother.”

His brows rose. “My perfect brother knows a half-blood?

Interesting. What’s your name?”

Clearly annoyed with the lack of attention, the girl behind him huffed and slipped around us. My gaze fol owed her, but he didn’t spare her a glance. “My name’s Alexandria Andros, but—”

“But everyone cal s you Alex.” Deacon sighed. “Yes. I’ve heard of you, too.”

I took a sip of my drink, eyeing him over the cup. “Wel then. I’m afraid to ask.”

He walked over to the counter and picked up a bottle, taking a healthy gulp. “You’re the one my brother spent months chasing after and now is saddled with training.”

My smile turned sour. “Saddled with?”

He chuckled, dangling the bottle of liquor from his fingers.

“Not that I’d mind being saddled with you. But my brother…

wel , he tends to rarely enjoy what’s in front of him. Take me, for example. He spends the bulk of his free time making sure I’m behaving like a good pure instead of enjoying myself. Now… he’l spend al his time making sure you behave.”

That made little sense to me. “I don’t think your brother is very fond of me at the moment.”

“I doubt that.” He offered me the bottle. I shook my head.

Pouring himself a drink, he smiled widely. “I’m sure my brother is very fond of you.”

“Why would you—”

Sitting the bottle aside, he picked up a glass and placed a finger to the rim. Flames shot around the glass. A second later, he blew the fire out and downed the glass. Another damn firestarter, which was another thing I should’ve known. Pure’s affinities toward certain elements tended to run in families.