Darker Days (The Darker Agency #1)(15)

Sometimes, Mom didn’t quite get my logic.

“This school is the perfect place for Vida to feed. She doesn’t need to work for it,” Lukas said, examining a red pen. He pulled off the cap and began shaking it—why, I had no idea.

I snatched it from him and stuffed it into my bag. “Nothing really happened today. Other than that thing with Vida at lunch. If she was feeding, wouldn’t there have been more…I dunno, porn star moments?”

He tilted his head. “Porn star moments?”

“Ya know, like sucking face and having gropefests?”

He scowled. “Why is it so hard for you to speak English?”

“That is English. Not my fault you can’t understand it.”

He took a deep breath and continued. “If I had to guess, they’re somewhere lying low and biding time. Attracting attention to themselves will only make their mission to find a witch and the one who opened the box harder.” Reaching across the desk, he picked up my cell phone and began pushing random buttons. “They know you’re going to try and recapture them in order to save the bodies they’ve taken. My best guess is they’re trying to figure out how to get rid of you.”

“Get rid of me?” I snapped, rescuing my cell. Mom had just replaced it last month after I’d dropped it in a pile of Hell Hound drool. That stuff ate through plastic quicker than you could say oopsie.

“They know you’re a Darker, and that equals trouble for them. They’ll need to get you out of their way if they hope to succeed.”

“How is that, anyway? I don’t look anything like my mom. Am I wearing a sign on my back? Kick me, I’m a Darker?”

“I imagine one of them followed me to your mother’s office.”

“Maybe.” It was logical. Made perfect sense. And that’s probably why it irritated me. “So that thing about being born in Penance, was it true?”

“It was true.”

Aha! Now we were getting somewhere. “How old are you?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said, sighing. “It’s impolite to pry into people’s personal lives, you know.”

“This isn’t prying. It’s me trying to get the information I need to do my job.”

“My age has no bearing on the case. And I didn’t hire you—I hired Klaire.”

Ouch. That was a low blow. But I wasn’t deterred. Besides, pushing his buttons made him do this little scrunchie face. His lip curled up at the right hand corner, and his left eyebrow rose slightly. He probably meant to look annoyed, but it was totally hot. I didn’t date, but no one said I couldn’t enjoy the scenery once in a while. “What did Vida mean back in the caf—about the last time?”

“Who is Damien?” he countered without missing a beat.

I sighed. “You’re kind of annoying. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No,” he replied, scowling. “But I get the impression people tell you that all the time.”

I bit down on the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. “Ouch. You’ve wounded me. Deeply.”

Lukas didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the notebook from in front of me and began flipping through it. Opening to a random page, he pointed to the intricate swirl of dark lines. “What’s this?”

I twisted in my seat. “The Chinese symbol for fate.”

Something sparked behind his eyes. “You sketch?”

“Not really—unless stick figures count?”

He flipped to the last page and read aloud. “I set my own course through the ocean of life.”

“Jonathan Lockwood Huie said that. It’s one of my favorite quotes.”

He traced the words with his index finger before flipping to the next page. “Why?”

I shrugged. “It’s all about choice—at least that’s what I get from it. No one can tell you what to do or who to be—you have to make your own choices. Your own mistakes.”

He seemed to consider this, then nodded approvingly. “I like that.”

I tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help grinning. “So glad I have your approval.”

From the front of the room, Mrs. Manning sighed. She was waiting for detention to finish so she could go down to the teacher’s lounge to make copies. At least, that’s what she’d told us. Really, she was waiting for detention to end so she could sneak a nip from her flask. After I’d ousted Mr. Glenn for taking bribes in exchange for grades, most teachers were leery about leaving me alone with their stuff. Manning was no exception.

She was sitting behind the desk, drumming her fingers impatiently. I could almost swear she was counting. When the big hand on the clock hit twelve, she all but jumped to her feet and said, “All done. You’re free to go. Next time remember to save it ’til after my class.”

I hopped up, as eager to get out of there as she seemed to be, and dashed into the hall to check my cell. One text from Mom.

Better B behaving. Will B home by 5. Straight 2 the office aftr school.

Straight to the office? Please. We both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Sometimes, I wondered if she said this stuff because it was a preprogrammed Mom thing. I crammed the phone back in my pocket and turned to Lukas. “Okay, so any suggestions?”