Angel Of Mercy (Cambions #3) by Shannon Dermott Page A

Outside, I used said key and made myself comfortable. Ten minutes later, heat blazing, I knew I was about to stalk back in the house to get him when Flynn strode out.  I was certain he took his sweet time to annoy me. Without a word to me and with my attention focused out my window, he started the car pulling out. Only we weren’t headed in the direction of the school.
    Forcing my glare on his profile, I said, “Where are you taking me?”
    He didn’t answer, which only grated my nerves more. A few minutes later we stopped in front of a house in a neighborhood similar to my old house. These weren’t the gargantuan houses like the one I lived in now, but a decent size. A girl with short dark hair around her shoulders and creamy brown skin, who had to have been waiting by a window, popped out of the house.  Bouncing on her feet as she headed in our direction, I noticed her shirt through her open jacket. It read; President of His with an arrow pointing left Fan Club . I couldn’t believe it.
    My window came down, freaking me out for a second, before I realized what he was doing. Calling out her name in greeting, he then focused on me for the first time today. “Mercy, can you get in the back?”
    My jaw unhinged. Yet somehow, I managed not to gape or scowl. Instead, I gave a forced smiled and got in the back without a word. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of my anger.
    “Hi,” the perky girl said to him and then waved to me. I wanted to dislike her, but her perkiness and non-bitchiness made it hard to. I waved back in a pageant winner kind of way, all fake because I wasn’t feeling it.
    Trying very hard to expunge myself from the couple’s conversation, I’d thought about how Flynn had stopped messing with the girls at our school. Apparently, I was wrong.
    “Thanks for the ride,” Perky Girl said.
    I just bet , I said in my head in response to her words. Gritting my teeth, I imagined what kind of ride he’d given her, only to chastise myself. Why did I care? I didn’t. “Ooo, I love your shirt,” she said with a giggle. I thought about that slogan Mount and Do me, before rolling my eyes again.
    “We can take care of that later,” he said. I made the poor choice of looking over at him in time to see the cheeky smile he gave her. More giggles on her part and I continued to ground my teeth. This was so not going to work. I would talk to my mother. I didn’t need a babysitter.  If she didn’t agree, I’d have Luke pick me up anyway. I didn’t care. But I was so not doing this again. Damn Sebastian for not being in school lately. He might have made this trip bearable because I would have him to talk to and missed the gag show in the front seats.
    When the car pulled into a spot at school, I shot out like it was on fire. I thought I’d hurl if I stayed a moment more. The compliments he gave her like You look nice in that shirt and then But you’d look better out of it added to her incessant giggling had driven me to the brink. Searching for Luke, I found him leaned against his car causally talking to some girl. I felt myself being pulled into an alternate existence. Today was not the day for a girl to fawn over my boyfriend. My nerves were frayed. I had a strong desire to march over and claw her eyes out.
    The girl who obviously had no idea the danger she was in, stared up at my boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. Couldn’t he see she was flirting? Of course not, because most guys were clueless. He’d think she was really was just talking about class or whatever excuse she’d used to chat him up. It took a moment, but I managed to shrug off the jealousy. What was wrong with me? Luke could talk to whomever he wanted. I just had to trust him.
    Feeling better, I started to walk over to him. “Oh, there’s Amy,” Or Lena, Deanna or whatever name Flynn’s new girl toy said as she went past me, bounding over to the girl chatting up my boyfriend.
    A chuckle had me turning over my shoulder to see Flynn