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Betrayals (Strange Angels #2)(9)
Author: Lili St. Crow, Lilith Saintcrow

I almost flinched. There it was again.

“So how are you doing?” Graves picked up a burger and took a massive bite. Settled into chewing. It was the same thing he asked me every mealtime.

Every mealtime he was here instead of off running with his new friends, that is.

Across the room, a shoving match erupted between a dark-haired djamphir and a tall, skinny wulf. The noise changed for a minute, growls and yips running under the surface of the crowd roar, and a wulf teacher, leather pants, a Kiss T-shirt, and muttonchop whiskers that looked odd on his unlined face, stepped in, sending the wulfen one direction and the djamphir boy another. The djamphir boy waited until the wulf teacher’s back was turned, then made a nasty gesture to all and sundry.

I’d kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn’t act like jock dipwads.

Guess I was wrong.

I let out a sharp breath I hadn’t been aware of holding. “Fine.” I set the paper cup down. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Graves swallowed hastily. “I’ve got sparring after this. It’s hell. I never knew I could get so sore.”

“Sparring practice, huh?” They would teach him to fight. No problem. But nobody had time for me. “What are they teaching you?”

He shrugged. “Shanks is teaching me some basic stuff. He says I’ve got to get over that afraid-of-getting-hit thing. He also says I’d better train hard, because when I go all loco it’s going to be training that saves me.”

“Shanks?”

His hair flopped over his face as he nodded. “Bobby. That’s his nickname, he’s tall, especially when he changes. Grasshopper legs.”

“Oh.” Aren’t you just making friends all over. “You going out again after classes?”

“Yeah, we’re going running. There’s going to be a full moon in a couple weeks; some of the kids are going to do their first Change. If I do my parkour practice right—”

“Parkour. That’s a funny word.” I said it for the hundredth time, and watched him grin for the hundredth time.

His eyes really lit up. He actually looked happy. “You’d really like it. Freerunning is awesome. And once they teach you how to fall and leap and stuff, it’s super easy.”

“But just for wulfen?”

Another shrug. “You could come along. Some of the djamphir do it too. The practice, not the actual runs.”

“Graves! Hey, Graves!” someone shouted, and he looked up. A curly-headed wulf yelled something across the lunchroom, and Graves whipped him the bird almost faster than the eye could follow. A tide of growling swirled through the room, but it subsided as Graves looked steadily at the wulf in question, his green eyes narrowing.

Back in the Dakotas, Goth Boy would never have done that. He’d been on the bottom of the food chain, same as me. But now, he was actually, sort of, kind of… well, popular. Or at least getting there. It helped that he was loup-garou, all of the benefits of being wulfen without the crazy part. He didn’t get seven feet tall and hairy like an overgrown toupee. Christophe had said it would make him a “prince” here.

And Graves was all over it in a big way.

I stared back down at my tray. Nothing on it looked even remotely edible anymore, so I took another gulp of my latte. It splashed in my stomach, gurgled a bit, and subsided. “What was that?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. They like to tease.”

“About…?” About you sitting next to the Typhoid Female?

“Nothing, Dru. Here.” He scooted my tray away and slid a small plate off his, setting it in front of me. A burger, a mound of fries. “It’s hot. Eat.”

I picked up a fry. He had packets of ketchup, too, and squeezed one out on his plate. We lapsed into silence, a bubble of companionable quiet almost deep enough to swallow the empty chairs ranked along the sides of our table.

Maybe I had some sort of social plague. Besides, I didn’t want to talk. Except to Graves, and there was really nothing to say.

I found out I was hungry after all. He’d even dumped pickles on the burger and left off the onions.

He must’ve been sure I’d eat. “Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem. First one’s free.”

I dredged up another unwilling smile. “This isn’t the first burger you’ve gotten me.”

“Won’t be the last, either. It’s the first one I’ve gotten you today, so just eat, all right? I’ve got a half hour before I have to be down to get my ass beat up. So talk to me. You get anything ordered to your room finally?”

“Nope.” The clothes I was wearing now had shown up in packages with a post office box number on them, a number different than the mail stop on the info sheet in my room. I’d written it down and stashed it in my bag, information like that might be useful later. Someone had guessed at my sizes and done a handy job of it. And the wulfen had taken Graves into town, there was something close by, even though this place sat on a few acres of Sticksville, to get kitted out.

But not me. They couldn’t have anyone knowing about a girl up here at this school.

I wondered where all the money came from, then decided maybe I didn’t want to know. I had a roll of cash in my battered black canvas bag, and it’s usually no big trick to get more.

But still. I’d never had to get more on my own before. I knew how, sure. But Dad had always been there, and—

“Hello? Earth to Dru?” Graves waved a broad, long-fingered hand in front of my face. “Whatcha thinking? It must be deep.”

   
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