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“We’re in luck. There’s one on Saturday night.”

My lips turned down. “How in the world do you know that off the top of your head?”

Roth tugged me forward. “Demons and full moons go together like peas and carrots.”

I placed my hands on his chest to keep some space between us. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He grinned. “Want to hear the best thing?”

God only knows what was going to come out of his mouth. My eyes flicked up, meeting his. “What?”

“Hmm?” He pressed forward and I inched away. “Remember what you were trying to convince me of that day at my place?”

My back hit the old cement wall. “About you not being just another Roth?”

Roth dropped my hair only to place the tips of his fingers on my chin. A spark of electricity made its way down to my toes. Tilting my head back, he stared down at me with a mischievous grin. “When I said I wasn’t a real boy?”

“Yes.”

He smirked as he leaned forward. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but his thigh slid between mine. “I think I’m definitely becoming a real boy.”

Oh, sweet Jesus...

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. It sounded so far away. “Roth...”

“What?” He lowered his head, rubbing his nose against mine. His lips hovered just inches from my mouth. Our bodies were flush, hitting at every point that fried my senses. He lowered his head, brushing his lips across my cheekbone, over my earlobe. He nipped, catching the sensitive skin. I gasped, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

Roth let go and stepped back. “Stop distracting me.”

I gaped. “What? I’m not doing anything. It’s you—”

“You’re just too irresistible.” His grin went up a notch. “But back to the important stuff.”

I was so tempted to hit him. I folded my arms. “Yeah, back to the important stuff.”

“I can go for the Key on Saturday.”

“I’m going with you,” I threw in.

Roth sighed. “I knew you were going to say that, but there’s a little problem with you wanting to do that. How are you going to get out of a Warden stronghold in the middle of the night to do this?”

“I can sneak out.” At his pointed look, I groaned. “Okay. I probably can’t sneak out, but I could try to get them to let me spend the night with Stacey.”

“And they’re really going to allow that?”

“I don’t know.” I readjusted the strap of my bag. “But I want to at least try.”

Roth exhaled loudly. “Okay. Try it. Text me and let me know.” He inclined his head, holding the door open. “Think you can walk to class, or are your knees too weak?”

I narrowed my eyes, brushing past him. “My knees aren’t weak. And you have a big ego.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s bi—”

“Shut up! TMI, Roth, TMI.” I threw up my hand. “I’ll let you know.”

Roth fell back into the throng of students while I made my way to class. I’d lied. My knees were totally weak.

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