“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.” Lissa stared at him, her eyes wide and wounded. She had no clue I’d gone off on him last night. She had no clue that he believed she hated him. “Get over feeling sorry for yourself, and tell us what’s going on,” I snapped at him.
“Did you or didn’t you tell them?” He fixed me with a defiant look. “No. I didn’t.” “I don’t believe you.” “I do,” said Lissa. “I know it’s impossible to believe a freak like me could keep his mouth shut— especially since neither of you can—but I have better things to do than spread stupid rumors.
You want someone to blame? Blame your golden boy over there.” I followed his gaze to where Jesse was laughing about something with that i***t Ralf. “Jesse doesn’t know,” said Lissa defiantly. Christian’s eyes were glued to me. “He does, though. Doesn’t he, Rose? He knows.”