Cursed

Chapter Thirty

Finding Daniel wasn't hard, he was the only person sitting at an empty table. Of course, he picked a table that could seat four people. It was in the corner, which he had his back to. His skin was clearer, you could really notice the freckles that trailed the bridge of his nose. His eyes were brighter, leaning towards caramel than chocolate. 

I noticed all of this before I even past the Hostess.

"How many?" Asked a perky blonde. She was practically bouncing -- too much coffee.

"Um, I'm with him." I pointed towards Daniel. She looked from him to me and then back at him. It was like she was trying to understand why. 

"Oh, okay." She sounded confused, but let me pass. 

I was looking at the ground when I felt Daniel's eyes on me. I can't explain how I knew, but I knew. It was the part of me that Daniel had awoken. It was the butterflies and head rush when I was around him. It was how time slowed down so slow, I thought it was going to come to a complete stop. 

I took a deep breath in and sat down.

"You weren't at school." I blurted. He pushes himself further into the corner.

"That's what you wanted to talk about?" His tone is curt. It's like he's trying to offend me. 

"No," I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "It's crowded in here." There are about thirty other people and they're talking loudly. I wish we would've met somewhere a little more private. It's not like I can talk about Witch stuff in front of everyone. 

He shrugged, content with the capacity of the cafe.

"Cornelia, what did you need to tell me? You made it seem important." I grit my teeth at how bored he sounds. I have never missed the old Daniel more than in this moment. The old Daniel would never talk to me like this. 

I shift in my seat. How am I going to even say this?

"The bodies that are being dug up," I try to lower my voice. "Was that you and Giu?" I was very aware of his eyes and where they were going. They trailed up and down my neck, settling on where my jugular was. 

How naive I had been before, thinking he was checking me out. 

"You know what we are," it wasn't a question.

"Yes, you're Cursed." I kept my voice low.

He didn't blink, continuing his eyes on my neck. It took everything in me not to adjust my position. 

"Do you know what that means?" I nodded, afraid my words would tremble. "Then, you know dead bodies are no good to us." He crosses his arms across his chest. His white button-up contrast nicely against his skin, which seems tanner. Is it just the lighting? I don't think it is because everything about him seems more lively. 

Did that have something to do with the arrangements he made?

I couldn't help but shiver at the thought.

"I just had to ask, the Coven--

He shifts in his seat, full of annoyance. 

"What? What's so bad about the Coven?" I was getting pissed. 

"You really have to ask?" I knew he had been upset that I thought he was the killer of the girls, but I hadn't thought about how he felt towards my Coven. I never told him they were the ones pushing that he was guilty. That seemed like forever ago, why was he still bitter about it?

"Daniel,"

"Don't Daniel me, you and I both know how they feel about my kind." He said flippantly. I hate that he was right.