Blood Will Tell (Warriors of Ankh #1) Read Free

wasn’t there.
    Immediately her eyes tracked to the back of the caff to their usual table. There he was, smirking over at her.
    Noah was a one. Definitely a one .
    As she made her way through the tables and the bustle and crowd, her heart started racing a little faster as it always did when Noah was around. At first she had thought it was because she’d never had a friend before, let alone cool, loner, senior, transfer boy. It didn’t taken Eden long to realise it was more to do with Noah’s delicious little soul. The idiot had awoken her hunger.
    A freshman girl suddenly stopped in Eden’s path to talk to some other person Eden didn’t know or care to know. She waited a moment for the freshman to apologise for her rudeness and move. Not happening. True, she could turn back and head around one of the tables, but that was beside the point.
    Eden cleared her throat.
    Still nothing.
    “ Hey, Freshmeat!”
    The girl looked up now, wide eyed. Eden was kind of notorious for being a loner and somewhat scary when crossed. Everyone had been surprised by her friendship with Noah. “Yeah?”
    Eden raised her eyebrows. “What, your mother never teach you any manners? You’re in my way, Freshmeat. Move.”
    The girl paled and stumbled out of the way, her mini carton of milk toppling off her tray along with a cookie. Without thinking, Eden snapped her hands out and caught them before they hit the ground. Grumbling under her breath, she slapped them back on the freshman’s tray.
    “ Wow,” the girl squeaked. “Fast reflexes.”
    Eden shrugged and headed towards Noah. Stupid. She shook her head. Stupid, stupid. Sometimes it was hard not to act naturally. Naturally to her involved superfast reflexes, super strength, and the ability to compel humans. She had to keep those things under wrap and never let the humans see. Sometimes she forgot about the reflexes but she was careful with the compelling stuff.
    OK. She wasn’t going to lie. She may have compelled Mr Durham last week to change her grade after she fluffed her French test.
    “ Terrifying toddlers still, I see.” Noah threw her a reproving look as she slid into the seat opposite him.
    “ What.” She shrugged, pulling out her sandwich. “I saved her milk and cookie. Jeez, what is she five?”
    “ You had to save them because you caused her to drop them.”
    “ Look, Mr S.A.I.N.T, she was rude. I called attention to the rudeness and moved on.”
    He chuckled before chugging back some Coke, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. Eden’s chest grew tight watching him, her stomach clenching, her heart racing, her throat growing crisp and hot. She dropped her eyes, willing the hunger away.
    Last year, at the beginning of her junior year, Noah arrived. Not only was South Salton High buzzing with the news of his arrival because he was a senior, and wasn’t that weird and cruel of his parents to move him here at the end of his high school career, but Noah was also kind of swoon worthy. Tall. Built. Dark blonde. Amazing violet eyes. And a face that would make angels weep. In fact, he kind of reminded Eden of an angel. A dark angel with a wicked smile and a twisted sense of humour. At first Eden had ignored Noah, like she did every other person. Plus, he was a senior. But a couple of weeks in and everyone was talking about how weird Noah was. He didn’t talk to anyone. He turned down a date with Lucy Stevens, the hottest senior at SSH and head cheerleader! Was he gay? Nah. The girls of SSH refused to believe someone that cute was gay. Instead they’d decided he was just a freak. But a straight freak. For starters, they didn’t know who half the bands were he wore on his t-shirts. Yes , Eden thought wryly, at SSH the level of freakishness is directly related to your sheep factor – super freak being someone who is a billy goat (has their own mind), and popular and normal being a sheep (just another one of the flock).
    Today his t-shirt had Biffy Clyro scrawled across