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

amused at my expression. “What’s the matter? Not liking all the attention your boy is getting? A taste of your own medicine.”
    Glowering at him, I walked away and headed to school. Now wasn’t a good time to talk to Luke. He didn’t deserve my wrath and Flynn was right. Luke put up with a lot from me. So, I kept my jealousy inside. I had to squash it and keep it in check before I spoke to Luke.  I headed straight for my locker.
    Banging on it and spinning the tumblers with more force than necessary, I opened it with a twang as the door bounced off the locker besides mine. The racket caused passersby to look over at me. I took a couple of deep calming breaths before getting my stuff for first period. When I closed my locker, Luke stood behind with a sour expression. “So what are you mad or something? Flynn said -,” Luke started before I cut him off mid-sentence.
    “Flynn’s an ass. And no I’m not mad at you,” I exclaimed.
    “Then why do you sound pissed off?” His eyes were like calm pools of water searching me for truth.
    I shook my head. “Nothing. Really, it’s nothing.” My voiced quieted by the end of my statement.
    Still looking concerned, he held out a hand to me. It was such a sweet gesture, I mustered a small smile. Taking his hand, I let him walk me to class.
    As today was the day from hell, I got cramps in the middle of class. Getting a hall pass, I headed to bathroom praying I hadn’t misjudged the timing of my period or if I still had emergency supplies in my locker. Just as I stepped out of the stall, the girl that had been talking to Luke this morning by his car walked in. I headed to the sink when she stepped in front of me.
    “Are you a believer?” she said.

Chapter Fourteen
     
     
     
    I wanted to tell her that I did believe because I was evidence of the supernatural. Instead I looked at her, perplexed, because such an odd thing to say to a stranger and in the bathroom.  Then, she attacked.
    “Hey,” I yelled when she proffered a stake and wielded it at me like a knife aimed at my heart. I snatched at her wrist and realized just how strong she was.
    “We will not stand and allow you to pollute our earth,” she spit out, a drizzle from her words landed on me. Eww, now that was just gross.
    “What have I done to you?” I asked, truly confused by her actions. Everything happened so fast. Even with her words, I wasn’t completely sure if this fight was over my boyfriend or my status as a demi-demon or both. 
    She booted my foot causing a searing pain up my leg. “Ouch,” I cried, right before she kicked the knee on the same leg causing it to buckle. I was going down, but damn if she wasn’t going with me. I twisted her arm on the way, causing her to cry out in pain as we both hit the floor, and in the public bathroom floor, double gross. I didn’t have time to worry about that as we rolled, trading punches. I knew she was human because she hadn’t over-powered me yet. If she’d been other, she would have used supernatural means by now.
    Enough was enough, when she stabbed at me again. I wasn’t quite fast enough and the stake tore through my shirt and made contact with my skin. Something snapped in me. Head butting her, I rolled her off of me, holding her head. My arm pulled back I was about to pummel her in the face when the door opened and a couple of teachers came piling in. As they hauled us to our feet, I got a good look at her face. That burnt all the anger out of me. I’d landed several punches. Her face showed the result. It was already swelling. Seeing my own reflection in the mirror while I was hauled out, I barely noticed a scratch. The only evidence I had of the fight was my torn shirt, which revealed my black bra. I held my shirt closed as we were both manhandled into the vice principal’s office.
    They sat us in separate chairs side by side and left with stern-faced Ms. Wright eyeing at us.
    “Miss Moore, I thought better of you,” she began. I was