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Authors: Laury Falter
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Jameson and I going?”
She blinked, appearing confused. “You don’t know what’s happening?”
“No, what?” The anticipation of spending a few undisturbed hours with Jameson rapidly grew, but her uneasy expression caused apprehension to blend with it .
“Store owners around The Quarter are getting surprise visits from Vires. They started last night but really ramped up their destruction today.” When I didn’t understand her insinuation, she clarified, “They need you to heal them.” Her eyebrows rose then , sending me a daunting look. “Hope you’re up for it…”
She bravely glided outside , tucking her head, black hair casually falling around her face.
When the door had closed, I turned back toward the vacant locker room, stunned and unnerved.
Last night…I contemplated. What was I doing while the Vires were hurting others? When the answer came to me , it physically made me recoil.
I’d been talking with Miss Mabelle and, once again, I was arguing against accepting a surreal destiny while I could have been far more useful.
Shame and anger threatened to smother me, as I struggled to shake off the feeling of failure.
Then , someone’s fingers embraced my forearm.
My first thought was: Jameson. My next thought was: Vire.
Immediately springing into a defensive position, I twisted my arm toward the thumb of the hand now gripping me and slipped free from its hold , but I didn’t stop there. I was already in motion.
Spinning around , I used my momentum to gather the necessary force and balled my hand into a fist, aiming directly for the person’s face.
It landed with a slap against the surface of a hard, inflexible hand.
“Jocelyn.”
I registered the voice as Jameson’s and paused.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I allowed my eyes to adjust and he came into clear view. His reaction could be summed up in one word …
Alarm.
“Did that hurt?” he asked, uneasy and closely evaluating me. “Are you all right?”
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Well, other than the entire city being overrun by Vires… engaging in a showdown with one of them today… having those I love in constant danger… staring at a future I can’t possibly imagine for myself… and being unable to openly help those being harassed…I’d say everything is dandy.” I tested a smile , quivering, and somehow it found its way to my lips. “Sorry for nearly hitting you.”
His mouth fell at the corners in a half-smile but behind it there was a sign of pride. “That’s a nice left hook,” he said, tenderly rubbing his palm, which I knew was for the benefit of my ego. I adored the fact he made the effort. “Where’d you learn that anyways?”
“Martial arts classes. Wentworth Preparatory Academy…New York.”
“Well, at least I won’t have to worry about you,” he said , playfully, although I knew he would. He gave me the same amazed glance he sent my way every once in a while, one that said “I like that you’re from another world. It’s intriguing.”
He surprised me by reaching out and gently taking hold of my forearm, giving it a close inspection. “You’re healed,” he stated, concentrating on the skin around my bracelet.
“I work fast.”
He chuckled, relieved, and I knew I’d never tire of hearing it come from him. Unfortunately, it dwindled to silence quickly.
“I’m-I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her before…” He shook his head slightly, trying to make sense of it.
“It didn’t hurt,” I reassured him, not wanting him to suffer any guilt.
I knew where his thoughts were headed so in order to keep him from thinking a bout next time, I changed the subject .
“So , I know you didn’t kill Mrs. Gaul , but what did you do to her?”
I was relieved when my little ploy worked and he snickered, albeit a small one .
“Oh, I just gave her a spark.” He shrugged it off , until he saw the confusion contort my face. “That’s what I call it when I transfer too much energy into
She blinked, appearing confused. “You don’t know what’s happening?”
“No, what?” The anticipation of spending a few undisturbed hours with Jameson rapidly grew, but her uneasy expression caused apprehension to blend with it .
“Store owners around The Quarter are getting surprise visits from Vires. They started last night but really ramped up their destruction today.” When I didn’t understand her insinuation, she clarified, “They need you to heal them.” Her eyebrows rose then , sending me a daunting look. “Hope you’re up for it…”
She bravely glided outside , tucking her head, black hair casually falling around her face.
When the door had closed, I turned back toward the vacant locker room, stunned and unnerved.
Last night…I contemplated. What was I doing while the Vires were hurting others? When the answer came to me , it physically made me recoil.
I’d been talking with Miss Mabelle and, once again, I was arguing against accepting a surreal destiny while I could have been far more useful.
Shame and anger threatened to smother me, as I struggled to shake off the feeling of failure.
Then , someone’s fingers embraced my forearm.
My first thought was: Jameson. My next thought was: Vire.
Immediately springing into a defensive position, I twisted my arm toward the thumb of the hand now gripping me and slipped free from its hold , but I didn’t stop there. I was already in motion.
Spinning around , I used my momentum to gather the necessary force and balled my hand into a fist, aiming directly for the person’s face.
It landed with a slap against the surface of a hard, inflexible hand.
“Jocelyn.”
I registered the voice as Jameson’s and paused.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I allowed my eyes to adjust and he came into clear view. His reaction could be summed up in one word …
Alarm.
“Did that hurt?” he asked, uneasy and closely evaluating me. “Are you all right?”
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Well, other than the entire city being overrun by Vires… engaging in a showdown with one of them today… having those I love in constant danger… staring at a future I can’t possibly imagine for myself… and being unable to openly help those being harassed…I’d say everything is dandy.” I tested a smile , quivering, and somehow it found its way to my lips. “Sorry for nearly hitting you.”
His mouth fell at the corners in a half-smile but behind it there was a sign of pride. “That’s a nice left hook,” he said, tenderly rubbing his palm, which I knew was for the benefit of my ego. I adored the fact he made the effort. “Where’d you learn that anyways?”
“Martial arts classes. Wentworth Preparatory Academy…New York.”
“Well, at least I won’t have to worry about you,” he said , playfully, although I knew he would. He gave me the same amazed glance he sent my way every once in a while, one that said “I like that you’re from another world. It’s intriguing.”
He surprised me by reaching out and gently taking hold of my forearm, giving it a close inspection. “You’re healed,” he stated, concentrating on the skin around my bracelet.
“I work fast.”
He chuckled, relieved, and I knew I’d never tire of hearing it come from him. Unfortunately, it dwindled to silence quickly.
“I’m-I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her before…” He shook his head slightly, trying to make sense of it.
“It didn’t hurt,” I reassured him, not wanting him to suffer any guilt.
I knew where his thoughts were headed so in order to keep him from thinking a bout next time, I changed the subject .
“So , I know you didn’t kill Mrs. Gaul , but what did you do to her?”
I was relieved when my little ploy worked and he snickered, albeit a small one .
“Oh, I just gave her a spark.” He shrugged it off , until he saw the confusion contort my face. “That’s what I call it when I transfer too much energy into
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