Free The Vampire...In My Dreams by Terry Spear Page B

no way I was letting her go through a day of classes unprotected. She had no idea how vengeful Lynetta could be. “No. Well, I mean, it might have been a good idea except for a couple of things. Number one, it’s not the plan we spoke to Kate about. And secondly, I’m afraid Lynetta might send her minions after you. We have to put on as good a show as we can.”
    Marissa swallowed hard as we came into view of the rambling white brick buildings attached by covered walkways. Blue roofs topped with flags identified each of the classrooms, and I tried to imagine what they stood for.
    Marissa shared her thoughts on which buildings housed which classrooms: “A white-haired and bearded warlock on black for the spells room, a white-haired witch on purple for the potions room, a castle for the history of witchcraft, a fairy godmother-type woman featured on the flag for manners…”
    I grinned at Marissa, amused the school would teach manners to witches and warlocks. She poked me in the ribs.
    Then a new concern popped into my head. What if the witch who had turned me into a toad was at this school? She had to have the worst manners of any of the students.
    Marissa gave me a sinister glare, and I realized at once she had seen my folly in a dream. Did she know the girl?
    “Absolutely. Debbie Damint. All the guys fall all over themselves for her. So you’d better not ask her out to the movies again, or face the consequences.”
    So I was really in the doghouse now.
    Marissa nodded. “I’ll take Dominic to the main building to register him,” she said to Kate.
    “I have no plan to speak to this Debbie Damint, Marissa. It was just a really bad mistake.”
    “Right.”
    Then a new worry consumed me. What if I ran into her or any of her girlfriends who were with her at the Hamburger Spot? She’d recognize I had been a human and then what?
    Marissa shook her head. “Wouldn’t you know I’d have to get mixed up with a…a Prince of Darkness who had the hots for Debbie Damint?”
    “Sorry, Marissa. It won’t happen again. I swear it! She was just a distraction before I met you—the real thing.”
    “Stop, before you dig yourself any deeper.”
    “Are we still on for lunch afterwards?” Kate asked Marissa, her look hopeful, yet I sensed she wanted to get Marissa off to herself in private and interrogate her thoroughly.
    “Uhm, I think—”
    “We’d love it,” I broke in, hoping to not raise Kate’s ire or suspicion any further.
    Marissa frowned at me. “The more Kate sees us together, the more suspicious she’ll be, Dominic!”
    “If you don’t do the things you normally do with her, she’ll become even more suspicious.”
    “Marissa?” Kate asked, encouraging her to agree.
    “Yes, of course, Kate, as always. If you don’t mind Dominic tagging along.”
    “Not at all. Since he’s so new, and doesn’t have any friends.” Kate said the words sarcastically, as if she didn’t believe I was new to the area in the least.
    “Right.”
    I handed Kate’s bag to her. She thanked me, but looked back at Marissa’s neck. I knew before long she’d question her about it.
    Marissa dropped my hand when we walked into the administration building. A plump woman with white hair piled on top of her head and piercing blue eyes studied me. She instantly made me think of the grandmotherly-looking movie versions of Mrs. Santa Claus, except for the harsh eyes.
    “This is Dominic Vorchowsky, Mrs. Remington. He just moved here and needs to be registered.”
    “Your old school records?” she asked, putting me on the spot immediately.
    “I’ve come from Germany, Mrs. Remington. I’m afraid it might take a while to get the records. But I didn’t want to lose any more schooling.”
    She raised a white brow. “Interesting. You have no German accent.” She glanced at Marissa and dismissed her. “You may go to class.”
    Quickly, Marissa jumped in to rescue me. “Can you assign him to my classes? I can show him around