Fracture (Night School #3) by CJ Daugherty
Released: August 15th 2013
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Devastated by the loss of her friend and under constant threat from an unknown spy at Cimmeria Academy, Allie Sheridan is finding it hard to cope.
In Fracture, the third book in the Night School series, she’s not the only one losing it – everything is falling apart. And when Nathaniel begins to reveal his game plan, Isabelle starts to lose control.
As the school slides into a deadly morass of paranoia and suspicion, everyone is guilty until proved innocent. Anyone can be held without proof, and convicted without a trial. No one is safe.
This time Nathaniel doesn’t need to hurt them. This time they’re hurting themselves. (from Goodreads)
She led him to the edge of the dance floor, waving over a waiter bearing a tray full of champagne glasses. Selecting two, she handed one to Carter.
Carter knew he should pace himself but the cold, effervescent wine was welcome. The room was stuffy. Over-heated.
Jules took a deep drink then turned to face him. She was standing very close and her breast brushed his arm. Just for a second, he wondered if she’d done it on purpose.
‘I’m so glad I don’t have to wear a jacket like boys do.’ Her voice was husky. ‘It must be so hot.’
Somehow, his glass of champagne was empty again. When did that happen?
His hand, of its own accord, ran down her bare arm. Her skin felt as silky as her dress. When it reached her wrist he pulled her closer.
Is this a good idea? But the cautious voice came and went away.
Her lips were so near now. Her body was pressed against his. He could feel how her breaths had shortened. The way her pulse fluttered. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. And why shouldn’t they have each other? Should he just be alone forever because he and Allie couldn’t make it work? Because she wanted someone else?
Because she wanted Sylvain?
‘Carter …’ Jules whispered.
‘What?’ His throat had tightened; he breathed the word.
People were pushing past them on their way to and from the dance floor but they barely noticed.
‘Are you ever going to kiss me?’ she asked.
He smiled. And lowered his lips to hers.
At first all he noticed was how different it was with her than Allie. She smelled differently – of cool roses rather than honeysuckle and spice. Her body felt different. But it was more than that. Her kisses were more assured. Allie was always hesitant, curious, as if she was still learning how to do it. Jules, on the other hand, was confident. Her lips parted instantly, explored him. Her tongue tangled with his. Her hands slipped under his jacket and ran up his back, pulling him tighter.
Things went faster with Jules. Got out of hand faster. And, after a moment he pulled back, half-laughing.
‘Hey, we better chill out a little. Parents.’
Her lips curved up. ‘I know someplace we can go where there aren’t any parents.’
He held her gaze. ‘Where?’
The noise of the crowd seemed to recede. Carter’s heartbeat sped up. He wanted nothing more right now than to continue that kiss. But he knew if that happened – if he went to her room and they continued what they’d started at the edge of the dance floor – their friendship would change forever.
He hesitated. ‘I don’t know …’
Her face fell.
With a gentle touch, he smoothed a strand of blonde hair back from her eyes. ‘Are you sure about this, Jules? We’ve always been friends …’
She took a shaky breath. When she spoke, her words came out in a rush. ‘I am sure, Carter. I’ve been sure for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you. Then you were with Allie and I thought …’
His face darkened. You thought it was forever. Well, so did I. And look how wrong we both were.
That made up his mind. He pressed a soft kiss against the side of her face.