Free Destiny Disrupted by Sherry Soule

you did.”
    Ari jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow. “Knock it off.”
    “What?” Daniel snickered. “Those two can’t keep their hands off each other.”
    “Why does that seem familiar?” Ariana teased.
    “Stop! Now. Before I barf up my lunch,” Brittany exclaimed. “By the way, whatever happened to that hot immortal? What was his name? Rad or Rack?”
    “Raze.” I narrowed my eyes. “And I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
    Trent stiffened beside me and stared straight ahead, chewing his hamburger slowly.
    “Why not?” she asked. “You guys are all hooked up, which makes me the fifth wheel.”
    “Kayla’s single, too,” Ariana pointed out.
    Brittany rolled her eyes. “She’s a zombie. No chance in hell of her undead butt getting a boyfriend now, nor does she care. But I’m still human and I need a new boy-toy.”
    “Well, I’d look elsewhere,” I said. “We still don’t know that much about him, and he could be dangerous.”
    Trent picked at his French fries. “I’d listen to Shiloh, Britt.”
    Brittany grunted. “A girl needs a little danger once in a while.”
    “Not his kind,” I said.
    “Well, I love a challenge.” Brittany flicked her hair over her shoulder and glanced pointedly at me. “You can’t keep all the sexy bad boys to yourself, Shiloh,” she said in an ugly tone, and I half-expected her breath to come out in little green puffs.
    “What? I’m not . I just don’t think Raze is a good candidate.”
    My phone buzzed and I checked the screen. Evans: Need to talk with you and Ariana when I return.
    Finally! I was itching to have a chat with Evans about three really big things. One, my being cured. Two, Caym questioning me about the cambion. Three, the Evil Triad visiting Fallen Oaks.
    I texted back: OK. Call U after school.
    After shoving the phone back into my pocket, I touched Ariana’s arm. “Trent’s uncle wants to talk to us about something.”
    Trent peeked over my shoulder and every muscle in his body tensed. “What the hell is he doing here?”
    Slowly, I turned. Carter Lampard—a large, mountain of a guy who’d tried to murder me last month—strode toward us. Trent scowled when Carter walked by us in baggy khakis and a kelly-green Lacoste polo, but all he did was smirk. But his eyes held a lot more meaning, as if they said, I know something you don’t . A few steps past us, he paused and peered behind him.
    “Heather! You coming?” he yelled.
    Now that Brittany and her BFF, Kayla, had crossed enemy lines, Heather Keyes was my only archenemy at Redwood High. Scratch that. With Carter’s return to school, I now had two.
    Heather, the leader of the Trendies , jumped away from Elesha Walker and scurried after Carter. Heather’s eyes, usually so big and bright, were filled with venom. She had wavy chestnut hair and heavy bangs framing her gaunt face. On the outside, she looked like a normal teen girl, but today I glimpsed something odd…a murky black aura crackled around her body.
    Her best friend, Elesha, was tall with unblemished café latte skin, a pixie haircut, and an ultra-slim body. As she came closer, a sudden icy wind whipped through the caf like ghostly fingers plucking at my hair.
    The doors banged open, hissing more cold air into the room. Chills went up and down my arms. I glanced at Heather and her thin lips curled into an ugly smile.
    Wait…was she causing the wind somehow?
    “What are those guys doing together?” Trent asked.
    “Nothing good,” I replied.
    Heather and Elesha didn’t even glance in our direction while they stalked past our table with their noses in the air. Heather’s aura blazed once, brilliantly dark, then faded.
    I swallowed hard, gut roiling like I was riding a roller coaster on a full stomach. Something was definitely up. And I didn’t need any warnings from my former tingly scar.
    Trent was texting someone on his phone and stood. “I’ll see you guys later.”
    “You’re leaving in the middle of a school