Hey I'm glad you all made it to this stop in the blog tour ( for the rest of the schedule GO HERE) Sorry about being late in posting! I totally lost track of the month! On this tour, there is a SCAVENGER HUNT! and it's awesome so make sure you look for this posts word! it will be in RED and you can go to THIS PAGE to fill out the puzzle.
AND now for a scene in Nightmare from Peter's POV!!!!! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Eight-from Peter's POV
She has a bad dream again, and I think about waking her, but then she would be upset that I know about the dream. I may not be able to read her every thought, but I am learning about her.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask when her alarm rings and she smashes her fist against it. I pretend to be absorbed in my book so she can think that I won’t spot her lie.
“Yeah,” she says, looking down at the wound in her wrist that I had left. I am sorry for hurting her, but if I apologized as much as I would like, she would brush it off. I have learned that as well.
Viktor is coming to go with me to see Cal. I do not want to leave Ava, but I do not see another choice.
“I must go,” I say when Viktor is in the yard. “Viktor is waiting for me.”
“How do you know?”
“He told me.”
“What?” I sometimes forget how weak her human hearing is. Even with the noctalis enhancements, she is not aware of him until I point out the window. She gets up and goes to the window to make sure, smiling when she sees him and giving him a little wave. She turns around, still looking at her wrist.
“I’ll miss you.” The words and her sincerity slam into me. She will miss me. I try a smile, and this time it isn’t very difficult.
She stares, stunned and then shakes her head. I must not have done it right.
“How was that?”
“Good. Keep working on it.” She can’t meet my eyes, and I can sense she is thinking a mile a minute.
“What happens when I conquer the smile?”
“We’ll graduate to laughing. I’ll have a ceremony and you can wear a mortarboard and toss it into the air.” I do not understand. She laughs, the sound making me want to smile again.
“You didn’t have graduations back in the day?” She runs her fingers through her curls, trying to untangle them. I wish she wouldn’t bother. I like her tangled morning hair.
“Yes, we did. But you only got a mortarboard for college graduation. I was a junior when I died.” She is suddenly sad, as if me talking about my human past upsets her. I try not to do it too often. She is biting her lip with anxiety.
“Well, we’ll need to make up for that,” she says, glancing at the bathroom. It is nearly time for her to get ready for school, and Viktor is waiting.
“I must go,” I say. I do not want to. If there were another way, I would take it.
“I know. Will you be back tonight? I've got my date with Jamie, but I'll be home before nine.” She twists her hands together nervously. I want to remind her that the sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back, but this doesn’t seem like the right thing to say.
“Yes. I will be here when you get home. But I may have to go farther away than I have.” She should know the reality that we must be apart, and it is not going to be easy for either of us. Even I am not sure of the consequences of our separation.
“Do what you have to do. I'll survive.” She pretends to shrug it off, but her worry blares at me.
“I know you will. I hate to leave you.” My strong Ava will get through this. She can get through anything. I get up and move to the window, trying to imbibe as much of her scent as possible to take with me.
“Well, the sooner you go, the sooner you'll get back,” she says, her voice tight and controlled.
The sadness on her face hurts me more than she can know.
I have to kiss her. I wrap myself around her, holding her as close as she can get, filling myself with her, only her. She is surprised for a moment, but then she responds, her warm lips dancing with mine. I finally end the kiss so she can breathe, and put both hands on the sides of her face. My precious Ava. Her lips are red from my assault.
“What was that for?”
I decide to tell her the truth.
“I wanted to take the taste of your lips with me.” She kisses me again. Once more. One last sweet kiss to take with me.
“There,” she says. I remove my hands from her face slowly.
“Good-bye, Ava-Claire.”
“Goodbye, Peter. I'll see you tonight.”
Author Bio and Links: Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA writer from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
She has two books out now, Nocturnal and Nightmare, the first and second books in the Noctalis Chronicles about a girl with a dying mother who meets an immortal boy. The third book, Numb will be out this August, and the fourth in the winter. Her other book, Whisper, about a girl who is alive, a boy who isn't and the complications that go along with their relationship, released June 16 and is the first in a trilogy. Follow her on Twitter: @chel_c_cam, her blog, or on Facebook.
