Everlasting (The Immortals #6)(66)

Last I saw, Honor and Stacia had kissed and made up, so to speak, but only because I’d pretty much forced them to do it. And now, after having been gone for who knows how long, I have no idea what’s transpired from there. For al I know, they’re both right back to being their awful old selves, indulging in their awful old ways. Stil , I hope that I’m wrong. I hope they’ve at least tried to move on to doing something a little more productive with their lives.

The customer grabs her bag and breezes right

past me on her way out the door, as Honor takes a moment to handle the receipt.

Careful y placing it into the little purple box where Jude keeps them, before settling onto the stool and addressing me.

“Wel , wel .” She shakes her head as her eyes travel the length of me, giving me a very thorough once-over, careful to hide any hints of just how she might feel about my showing up here. “You were pretty much the last person I expected to see.”

“Jude around?” I ask, unwil ing to play her game, if that’s what it is. It’s kind of hard to tel just what she’s up to, or what her motive might be. “Or even Ava?” I add, making it clear I’m wil ing to speak to just about anyone but her.

“Ava wil be in soon,” she says, stil peering at me. “Same for Jude.” She smiles, an involuntary curving of lips that disappears just as quickly. I approach the counter, meeting her stare with one of my own. Watching as she lifts her shoulders, leans back against the wal , and continues to study me.

“How long have you been working here?” I ask, as opposed to my real question: What day, time, and/or month is it? Knowing they must’ve hired her to fil in for me, and figuring her answer wil give me an indication of just how long I’ve been gone.

“’Bout six months. Give or take.” She shrugs, pushes a chunk of copper-streaked hair back behind her ear, then focuses on the state of her cuticles, while my mind reels with her answer.

Six months.

Six months?

Six months!

The room swimming before me, forcing me to grab hold of the counter in an effort to steady myself. Six months puts me wel into May.

Puts me at the tail end of the second semester of my senior year.

Puts me at great risk of flunking out entirely unless I work some serious manifesting magick back in the school administrator’s office!

And I can’t help but wonder if it’s the same for Damen—if he’s in danger of flunking out too. Or if he managed to get back here with plenty of time to spare, while the journey to the Tree of Life put me over the edge, al of those seasons I was forced to find my way through.

But then, Damen’s never cared much about school. The only reason he enrol ed is the same reason he stayed—because of me. After six centuries of living, he hardly sees the point. And though I’ve recently taken a similar stance (as evidenced by my poor attendance even before I left on my journey), it’s not like I ever intended to flunk out.

It’s not like I ever dreamed of being a dropout. I mean, even if I once believed I had no need for SATs,

grade

point

averages,

or

col ege

applications, even if I assumed that my being immortal precluded me from having any use for that type of thing, I stil never imagined not finishing high school.

Tossing my cap into the air at graduation is pretty much the one normal thing I assumed that I’d do.

And now, apparently I’ve let that slide by the wayside too.

I sigh and shake my head, try to focus my attention back on the present, to where I now stand, saying, “Wow, that’s… that’s quite a while…” Not saying, “Wow, that’s… that’s quite a while…” Not real y knowing what else to say.

“You’ve been gone a long time.” She lifts her shoulders along with her brow. “So, how was it? How is Summerland these days?” She poses the question so casual y you’d think we always talked about such things. Barely venturing a glance toward me before she returns to inspecting her cuticles, picking at a hangnail at the edge of her thumb, as I search for a way to reply, but no words wil come. “I know about Summerland.” She shoves her thumb in her mouth, finishing the job with her teeth before settling her hands on her lap as her gaze lights upon me. “Of course I’ve never been, though not for lack of trying.” She makes a glum face. “But it’s tough for a beginner like me.

Jude said you’re the one who first got him there, and now he’s trying to do the same thing for me. Haven’t had much luck so far, but I’m not giving up. I’ve been studying pretty hard, and I’ve read just about everything I can on the subject. Is it real y as magical as Jude says?” She slews her eyes over me, taking a tour of my filthy clothes, but to her credit (and my surprise), she shows no sign of the usual snide judgment I’ve come to expect from her. “Don’t look so shocked. It’s not like it’s some big juicy secret.” She arches her brow high and quirks her mouth to the side. “Wel , I guess the fact that you go there al the time is kind of like a big juicy secret, but stil , it’s not like the place is a secret. Also, it’s not like I’ve told anyone about it, or even about you. Believe me, Jude’s already warned me. Fel just shy of threatening me if I so much as breathe a word about you or what you can do. So feel free to take a deep breath and relax now, k?”