"Let's try that again: what can I do for you, Geneva?"
Alyssa had glanced at my face, a brief flick of her golden brown eyes, and all of her attitude disappeared, frost melting in the sun. She leaned closer to Geneva, the spill of her hair falling between her face and my view. I couldn't see her expression. What was she thinking about? Was she about to throw a wrench into my plans for pissing off Lily? Or was she going to cooperate?
"Lily really doesn't like you," Geneva Carson told Alyssa in a confidential whisper.
I could see, through the veil of auburn hair, the new girl's lips curving into a sardonic half-smile. She lifted her head, shaking back her hair, and a slender vein popped out against the pale flesh of her neck.
Saliva pooled in my mouth. My eyes narrowed to slits as I zoomed in on that tiny little thread of blood vessel throbbing with blood. Sweat slicked my palms.
"I've noticed," Alyssa said, and arched her neck again.
My fangs popped out of my gums.
Crap.
