“Probably best.”
She left feeling not entirely sure if they had come to some kind of friendly agreement or if she had just struck a deal with the devil, but she could have sworn there was a glint of respect in his silver eyes.
Chase watched her retreat down the hall. If he wasn’t so opposed to human and Divisa relationships, he would think that Emma was exactly what his lighthearted cousin needed. The way he saw it, there was already too many complications being a Divisa, why add a human relationship to the mix. It was a recipe for disaster. Not to mention the gigantic risk you took at exposing them to life-threatening danger.
Chase was better off alone than with that amount of responsibility on his conscious.
Chapter 15
Christmas approached. Emma couldn’t believe how giddy and happy she was. Travis had asked her to the Winter Formal, but that wasn’t all he asked her.
It was official.
She had a boyfriend.
Eeee.
She had plans today to go shopping with Brandy and Kailyn for the perfect dress. The two of them were complete jokers, so it should be an interesting experience. It felt normal to be going out with friends, to be going to a dance with a boy. Finally, it was past time Emma had some normal and consistency in her life.
Saturday in Princeton was chaotic for a small town. Everyone seemed to be outside enjoying the unseasonably warm climate. Well warm for December. They sun was bright and reflecting a glistening light off piles of snow. A light breeze with a bite blew through her knitted hat, ruffling tendrils of her loose hair. It was mother natures remaindered that it was indeed winter, and to not let the sun fool you.
There was a permanent smile on her lips as she walked down the cobblestone pathway. It had been there since Travis had asked her to the dance.
Brandy and Kailyn were waiting at the corner on Main Street. She could hear their loud voices over the bustle of the crowd. They were cheerleaders after all and blessed with voices that carried so unlike Emma’s soft spoken one.
“We didn’t think you were ever going to get here,” Brandy said as she approached. Her chocolate eyes glimmered flippantly.
Kailyn looked frozen to the bone in a skimpy skirt, bare legs exposed to the chill of winter. She was all for fashion but not at the expense of freezing to death. “Are you crazy? What are you wearing?” Emma asked her stupefied.
“What?” Kailyn replied, looking down at herself completely clueless. “This cardigan totally goes with the skirt.”
She didn’t doubt Kailyn’s fashion abilities, just her lack of common sense. Emma fought the urge to roll her eyes. “We better get inside before you stop traffic.”
Brandy giggled. “Isn’t that the point?”
She couldn’t argue with that. It was obvious that was Kailyn’s intention. Walking into the department store, Emma loved the scent of new merchandise. It was hers for the picking.
“Girls, lets shop until we drop,” Brandy said, grinning.
The three of them tore through the dress racks like a bum rushing tornado and laughing like school girls. Emma was having the time of her life.
Poking through a row of white gowns, she felt Brandy nudge her shoulder beside her.
“So you’ve been spending a lot of time with Travis,” Brandy commented, her voice hinting at something.
Emma paused for just a second. She wasn’t sure she was going to like where this was going. She felt so defensive about Travis lately. Well since she found out what his secret was. “I guess.” Neither of them had exactly spread the news of their relationship. She was probably just digging for dirt.
“Hmm,” Brandy pursed her lips. “Well what’s it like?” she asked, her eyes glowing deviously.
Emma’s brows drew together in confusion. Did she have to be so encrypted? “What’s what like?”
She eyed Emma like she had a giant L on her forehead. “The sex duh.”
This time Emma did roll her eyes. Brandy was like a girl version of a guy, sex always on the brain, except she also liked a good scandal. “I wouldn’t know.”
Brandy stopped in place, her hand resting on some gaudy dress. “What! I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” Emma insisted.
“We’re talking about a high school boy.” She gave Emma a pointed look.
“Not everything is about sex,” Emma defended.
“Are you an alien? He is a guy. Of course everything is about sex,” Brandy rebutted.
She shrugged, not entirely comfortable talking about something so private and intimate. Even if she was one of her closest friends and what she said might be true, but Travis was different. Boy was he ever.
“So are the rumors about his family true?” Brandy asked, raising an eye.