Chapter Six:
A flash of disappointment leaked through my eyes and Will caught, Jem didn't and for that I was grateful. I wasn't one for emotion, expressing them or otherwise.
"So…what is it that you are Miss…?" Jem trailed off again waiting for me to provide a name.
"Gray, Miss Theresa Gray." Words seem to just keep tumbling out of my mouth lately and I didn't like it, I always got in far more trouble when I could restrict what I said.
"Well Miss Gray, may I call you Theresa?" He asked politely.
"Tessa is fine." I replied with a shrug seeing Nate's disapproving face pop into mind his voice scolding Young ladies should not be called by their Christian names by a young man she just meet. My heart ached at the sound and I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat again with more difficulty this time. I wonder what he thought when he came home to an empty house; I wonder if he thought I simply left because of our fight, did he think I hated him?
The thought brought me to a complete dead stop causing Will to swing left in the nick of time to avoid colliding with me. "Where am I?" I demanded looking at him with hard eyes, I shouldn't be harsh, or hard, but it was better than what I was feeling with was guilt and what a horrible emotion that one was let me tell you, pesky little thing always gets me into the most trouble.
"Do you normally change moods so swiftly Miss Gray?" Will asked annoyed somewhat.
"You are in London." Jem answered seeming to ignore Will's comment.
"Well now you've gone and ruined the surprise Jem, the suspense was the only form of amusement I had left." Will sarcastically retorted.
I blinked at the two of them and blinked again. "London." I said slowly as if I was slow or something; I was just is Barcelona; London was miles and oceans away from Barcelona.
"Dear Lord now she's slow, hope you are explaining to Charlotte that you broke her; not me." Will stated with a puff of air.
"Where did you think you were?" Jem asked; his voice sort of far away and static-y.
"Certainly not London." I spoke out through the shock; how in the world…that's what he was doing! Dominus provoked me into transporting, provoked another dormant power to awaken; that son of a-
"Miss Gray?" Jem asked in concern.
"Tessa." I replied instantly turning my eyes up toward his silver ones. He was a handsome fellow Jem was with pale skin and black silk smooth hair, not as handsome as Will but handsome enough and built nicely, in shape and firm. He had a kindness to him the Will didn't have and again I got a pricking feeling in the back of my scalp that something was wrong with him, something that was going to kill him. I cocked my head to the side slightly and took a step toward him; noticing how Will tensed and his hand hovered over his blade.
"Tessa, what do you remember?" Jem asked stared back at me with his kind but dull eyes, he was ill, that was sure, his illness would kill him, that's what troubled me, he was pale and not all there at moments, his eyes were one moment alive and shining and the next they were dull; null and void almost.
"I have no gaps in my memory; I have perfect memory." I stated; turned swiftly away from him and continued to walk this time Will stayed by my side instead of Jem's.
"There's something you're not telling us." Will almost demanded.
"Will!" Jem sounded tired but strong.
"Your right." I glanced toward him and with a smile whispered "But mystery's are always better than romance; one simply must built up the suspense."
Amusement glittered in his eyes, as his lips twitched "What aren't you telling us Warlock."
"Go ahead and guess, it's much more fun." Will narrowed his eyes into slits and held my gaze for a while before turning and facing forward.
"Tessa you are a Warlock you know that right." Jem seemed hesitant to say this and I snorted.
"If that's what you believe Nephlium." My voice was hard, slightly cold and I winced just slightly again. Doing the right thing was never easy for me, even when I was little I had to force myself not to lie because lying simply came more natural to me than telling the truth seemed to.
"Ugh; I hate riddles, why can't people just say what they mean." Will's voice was tense as if he was holding back what he really wanted to say.
"Because most people don't want to know what people really mean." I looked at him for second.
"I'm not most people Tessa." I looked at Will again and almost smiled, no one had said my name the way he said; and it unnerved me in that good familiar way again, it almost sounded like music to my ears.
"Oh you'd be surprised Mr. Herondale." I didn't quite feel comfortable saying his Christian name, mostly because he hadn't exactly given me permission. Thinking it, I told myself, was hurting no one at all.
Will tensed and skipped a step in a rhythm that had begun to calm my over erect senses; they could see it, because I was very good at hiding what was going on inside but I was frightfully close to having a nervous breakdown from every moving fiber buzzing around.
"How did you know my last name, if you're not a Warlock?" Will said in that demanding yet condescending voice of his.
"Did I say I wasn't a Warlock?" I asked in mock shock. I was angering him I could tell but something about seeing his eyes glitter like that on wanted me to continue further.