Melissa Darnell - Crave

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Forbidden to LoveDoomed to Fail Savannah Colbert has never known why she’s so hated by the kids of the Clann. Nor can she deny her instinct to get close to Clann golden boy Tristan Coleman. Especially when she recovers from a strange illness and the attraction becomes nearly irresistible. It’s as if he’s a magnet, pulling her gaze, her thoughts, even her dreams.Her family has warned her to have nothing to do with him, or any members of the Clann. But when Tristan is suddenly everywhere she goes, Savannah fears she’s destined to fail. For years, Tristan has been forbidden to even speak to Savannah Colbert.Then Savannah disappears from school for a week and comes back. . . different, and suddenly he can’t stay away. Boys seem intoxicated just from looking at her. His own family becomes stricter than ever. And Tristan has to fight his own urge to protect her, to be near her no matter the consequences. . . .

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“Anne’s right, you do look sick,” Mr. Chandler murmured. “Would you like to go visit the nurse?”

Great. So everyone thought I looked like crap today. “Um, no, thank you.” I tried not to breathe on him. Wasn’t the flu supposed to be highly contagious? “It’s the last class of the day. I can make it a little longer. Do you mind if I lay my head down on my desk, though?”

“Sure, go ahead. Just be sure to take care of the assignment as soon as you’re feeling better.”

On the way back to my desk, I wrapped my arms around myself as a sudden chill swept over my skin, making me shiver. Then I made the mistake of looking up at the clock again. And missed seeing Tristan’s outstretched leg.

I tripped hard over his foot. My arms wouldn’t budge. No way could I catch myself in time. All I could do was close my eyes and brace for a face-plant on my desk. He’d have a real good time laughing about this later with his precious Clann friends.

Instead, strong hands stopped my fall.

I pried my eyelids open, knowing even before I did who had caught me.

Tristan had half risen from his desk and grabbed my shoulders. Too tired and sick to stop myself, I got lost in emerald-green eyes that used to be as familiar as my own. Heat from his hands seeped through my shirt, melting my bones.

“Sav, are you all right?” he whispered, his eyebrows drawn together.

The nickname distracted me. He used his old nickname for me so easily, as if we were still in the fourth grade and best friends. As if he hadn’t just spent the past five years pretending he didn’t know me.

His normally full lips were thin, grim lines today. He looked … furious. For having to catch me? Or because I’d had the nerve to trip over his foot?

“Sor-ry,” I muttered, a hint of anger giving me the strength to regain my balance.

Once safely in my seat again, I laid down my head on the desk’s cold wood surface, shivering and wishing I could just die already. As if having a monster case of the flu for the first time wasn’t bad enough, now Tristan had decided to be mad at me because I’d tripped over him. Like I could help it that he was a total Sasquatch.

But I was too tired to get properly mad about it at the moment. All I wanted was to go home.

Tristan

Savannah Colbert had to be the most stubborn girl I’d ever known. I’d watched her shiver, her breathing getting faster and more out of rhythm, for over an hour now. Anyone else would’ve gone home early. But not Savannah.

I checked out her red cheeks, the way she never stopped frowning, how her body tried to curl into a ball.

If she were still my friend, I would’ve hauled her stubborn butt off to my sister’s car and driven her home myself. Never mind that I wouldn’t have a driver’s license until next year. Or that she was off-limits to everyone in the Clann, and Jacksonville was filled with gossips who watched my every freaking move and reported back to the elders within minutes of anything happening.

I silently cursed the Clann with every swearword I knew. Bunch of controlling witches. Just because my family had led those power addicts for the past four generations didn’t mean I wanted anything to do with their magic or their stupid rules. Every waking minute of the day, I had to focus on keeping my energy levels in check so I didn’t accidentally set fire to stuff. It got exhausting sometimes, constantly having to keep the power under control, when all I really wanted was to be normal and play football, hopefully for the NFL someday. But even there, magic was both a help and a pain. It helped me run faster and hit guys harder. But it also meant I had to be careful not to break necks or send guys flying too far when I slammed into them. Anybody not in the Clann would be able to just relax and enjoy the game.

Unfortunately, my parents had other plans for me that had nothing to do with football at all. They expected me to follow in my dad’s footsteps and become the next Clann leader. Because of that, I’d had to practically beg just to be allowed to play. Any other parents in East Texas would have sacrificed an arm and a leg for their kid to play high-school football.

Not to mention, because of the Clann, I’d had to stop being friends with Savannah. I still had nightmares about the way Savannah had looked at me when I’d had to tell her we couldn’t hang out together anymore. The raw hurt in her eyes that day, and every time she’d looked at me since, was all the Clann’s fault.

Someday, somehow, I would find a way to get it through my dad’s head that I would never follow in his footsteps. Then I’d be free. Free to be friends with anyone I wanted. Free to date anyone I wanted …

Clenching my jaw, I stared at Savannah’s back. Obviously she was sick. She should be seeing a doctor right now, not trying to tough it out in school. She would have passed clean out if I hadn’t caught her.

A foot kicked the side of my leg. What the …? I turned to my left to find Anne Albright glaring at me.

“Quit staring,” she hissed.

I scowled at her, hoping she’d back off and leave me alone. The last thing I needed was somebody else telling me what to do. Especially today.

I went back to staring at Savannah. Anne kicked me again, the little wench. The sting spread up the side of my calf. I bit back another curse. That better heal before practice.

“Anne, keep your feet to yourself please,” Mr. Chandler warned from his desk. “Or do I need to put you in time-out?”

Nice. I grinned.

“No, sir,” Anne muttered, sounding murderous. But at least she didn’t kick me anymore.

When the final bell rang, I jerked in my desk, my nerves strung as tight as if I were on the field at game time. Finally, Savannah could go home. Or even better, to a doctor.

Anne got up, circled around to Savannah’s desk and shook her awake. “Hey, Sav, time to go home.”

“Ungh,” Savannah groaned. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out.

I jumped to my feet without thinking it through. “Need some help?”

“Not from you, no.” Anne slung one of Savannah’s pale arms over her shoulders so she could pull her up.

“Stop, this looks ridiculous,” Savannah croaked.

“Oh, who cares, pretty princess?” Anne snapped. “Let’s go. Gotta get you to your grandma’s car now, and it’s a long walk.”

Yeah, talk about ridiculous. They would take forever to get to the parking lot, and I could carry Savannah there in about five seconds. She probably weighed all of fifty pounds. Only problem was all the witnesses we’d have. The Clann elders—especially my parents—would hear about it through the local grapevine before I could even get home from practice.

So I stood there and did nothing, grinding my teeth and feeling like a grade A jerk for letting Anne help Savannah out of the classroom all by herself. Then I saw Savannah’s backpack and books still under her desk. At least I could do this without attracting Clann attention.

The girls had made faster progress than I’d figured. They were near the parking lot by the time I caught up with them. Knowing Anne would bite my head off again if I took Savannah’s free arm to help, I stayed a few paces back.

Anne didn’t say anything to me as she guided Savannah into the passenger seat of a car waiting at the curb. “Mrs. Evans, she’s really sick,” Anne told the driver through the open passenger door. “I’m pretty sure she’s running a fever. She wasn’t feeling good at lunchtime, either, said she was tired and didn’t eat anything.”

“Hmm. Okay, thank you, Anne. I’ll get her home and fixed right up,” Savannah’s grandmother promised. I snuck a peek at her. She looked like a sweet, little old lady, her cheeks round and rosy as she smiled at Anne. Then her gaze darted over to lock onto me, and I jerked upright again. The woman had eyes like a hawk. I’d be willing to bet Savannah got away with nothing at home. That woman wouldn’t miss a thing, old or not.

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