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"How do you think? Your 'friend' Christian.”
"No," she said adamantly. "He wouldn't have.”
"Who else knew?”
Faith in Christian flashed in her eyes and in our bond. But she didn't know what I knew. She
didn't know how I'd bitched him out last night, how I'd made him think she hated him. The guy
was unstable. Spreading our biggest secret— well, one of them—would be an adequate
revenge. Maybe he'd killed the rabbit, too. After all, it had died only a couple hours after I'd
told him off.
Not waiting around to hear her protests, I stalked off to the other side of the room where
Christian was working by himself, as usual. Lissa followed in my wake. Not caring if people
saw us, I leaned across the table toward him, putting my face inches from his.
"I'm going to kill you.”
His eyes darted to Lissa, the faintest glimmer of longing in them, and then a scowl spread over
his face. "Why? Is it like guardian extra credit?”
"Stop with the attitude," I warned, pitching my voice low. "You told. You told how Lissa had to
feed off me.”
"Tell her," said Lissa desperately. "Tell her she's wrong.”
Christian dragged his eyes from me to her, and as they regarded each other, I felt such a
powerful wave of attraction, it was a wonder it didn't knock me over. Her heart was in her eyes.
It was obvious to me he felt the same way about her, but she couldn't see it, particularly since
he was still glaring at her.
"You can stop it, you know," he said. "You don't have to pretend anymore.”
Lissa's giddy attraction vanished, replaced by hurt and shock over his tone. "I…what? Pretend
what?…”
"You know what. Just stop. Stop with the act.”