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at a dull roar.”
He nodded. “I figured you'd be kind of a wreck with Scott taking off and all.”
Julia dropped her chin, her eyes cast at the ground. “Yeah.”
“What a dipshit I am!” Paul slapped his forehead. “I shouldn't have reminded you. Cyrus said three days max anyway.”
Julia snapped her eyes to his. “What? That's as long as we can be separated?” She took a stab at guessing.
Paul gave a small roll of his eyes. “Kinda unprecedented, Julia. One,” he put the index of his right hand and tapped his left with it, “you're the Rare One—big upset.” His light blue eyes met hers and she smiled despite herself. “Two, you have the big Soul Meld with the most volatile Singer at our compound.”
Julia's smile became a grin. “Yeah.”
“He hated you in the beginning remember?”
She did. Interesting phenomena: Jason hated her, Scott had hated her... now it was William's turn. She sighed.
“Listen, I'd be a crappy Negator if I didn't dial back your telepathy and lessen the discomfort while he's away.”
Julia looked at him. “This isn't going to work, y'know.”
Paul grinned, his pale skin and flaming hair made him look almost like a living cartoon. He waggled those orange brows, “Which part?”
Gawd . “Pick one,” Julia said, entering the kitchen. She opened the fridge, saw nothing of interest then closed it again.
“Nah, this is how you do it,” Paul walked forward and opened the fridge, flashing the contents, then closed it. He repeated it two more times then said on the third try, “It's three times open, that's the charm.”
Julia laughed, walked forward and opened the fridge for the second time.
Then a third. Suddenly, she spotted a container, hidden in the very back of the fridge filled with mixed fruit. She snatched it, popped the lid, took a whiff and decided it was good enough.
“Gross...” Paul wrinkled his nose at her selection, “but see how that works?” Paul asked.
Julia smiled and nodded. She grabbed a fork and dug in as she leaned against the edge of the granite countertop, watching the men replace all the missing panes of glass. Paul looked at her, then turned and opened the fridge. He grabbed a slice of two day old pizza and ate it cold.
“Now that's gross... ick.”
Paul took a huge bite and grabbed a bottle of orange juice and chased the whole load down the food pipe. “Awesome, more like. You don't know what you're missing.”
“I don't, do I?” Julia asked in coy disdain, grinning. Suddenly, Paul stuffed the pizza into her open mouth and she squealed, dropping the fruit where it conveniently landed upside down in a colorful splatter on top of the polished wood floor.
Julia began to choke, laughing around the slice and tried to fight Paul off as he merrily crammed it in and she landed against the fridge, trying not to pee her pants. She needed the levity, she did.
Too bad it was a short term thing.
There was a sudden pressure against her body then it was gone, Paul was airborne behind her, slamming into the wall. Julia's half a slice of mashed pizza fell from her open mouth, landing on top of the floor as two large palms smacked beside her on the fridge and she screamed.
Those eyes that had once been hazel were now a swirling vibrant green, the green grass of Easter basket shavings.
So green.
They spun and she whimpered when talons as long as rulers slid against the side of her face. One slithered to the center of her throat where the hollow lay, her heartbeat pushing the tip of it up and down in a staccato rhythm of fear.
“Are you hurt?” Jason growled.
Julia tried to speak, “N-”-couldn't. She cleared her throat. “No,” she whispered. Then, “Please... Paul...” she remembered, her eyes moving to where Paul had slid down the wall, out cold. “Oh my God, you've hurt Paul!” Julia said, finally finding her voice.
Jason had his wife caged with his arms, only his hands were changed. But he could see by Julia's expression that
He nodded. “I figured you'd be kind of a wreck with Scott taking off and all.”
Julia dropped her chin, her eyes cast at the ground. “Yeah.”
“What a dipshit I am!” Paul slapped his forehead. “I shouldn't have reminded you. Cyrus said three days max anyway.”
Julia snapped her eyes to his. “What? That's as long as we can be separated?” She took a stab at guessing.
Paul gave a small roll of his eyes. “Kinda unprecedented, Julia. One,” he put the index of his right hand and tapped his left with it, “you're the Rare One—big upset.” His light blue eyes met hers and she smiled despite herself. “Two, you have the big Soul Meld with the most volatile Singer at our compound.”
Julia's smile became a grin. “Yeah.”
“He hated you in the beginning remember?”
She did. Interesting phenomena: Jason hated her, Scott had hated her... now it was William's turn. She sighed.
“Listen, I'd be a crappy Negator if I didn't dial back your telepathy and lessen the discomfort while he's away.”
Julia looked at him. “This isn't going to work, y'know.”
Paul grinned, his pale skin and flaming hair made him look almost like a living cartoon. He waggled those orange brows, “Which part?”
Gawd . “Pick one,” Julia said, entering the kitchen. She opened the fridge, saw nothing of interest then closed it again.
“Nah, this is how you do it,” Paul walked forward and opened the fridge, flashing the contents, then closed it. He repeated it two more times then said on the third try, “It's three times open, that's the charm.”
Julia laughed, walked forward and opened the fridge for the second time.
Then a third. Suddenly, she spotted a container, hidden in the very back of the fridge filled with mixed fruit. She snatched it, popped the lid, took a whiff and decided it was good enough.
“Gross...” Paul wrinkled his nose at her selection, “but see how that works?” Paul asked.
Julia smiled and nodded. She grabbed a fork and dug in as she leaned against the edge of the granite countertop, watching the men replace all the missing panes of glass. Paul looked at her, then turned and opened the fridge. He grabbed a slice of two day old pizza and ate it cold.
“Now that's gross... ick.”
Paul took a huge bite and grabbed a bottle of orange juice and chased the whole load down the food pipe. “Awesome, more like. You don't know what you're missing.”
“I don't, do I?” Julia asked in coy disdain, grinning. Suddenly, Paul stuffed the pizza into her open mouth and she squealed, dropping the fruit where it conveniently landed upside down in a colorful splatter on top of the polished wood floor.
Julia began to choke, laughing around the slice and tried to fight Paul off as he merrily crammed it in and she landed against the fridge, trying not to pee her pants. She needed the levity, she did.
Too bad it was a short term thing.
There was a sudden pressure against her body then it was gone, Paul was airborne behind her, slamming into the wall. Julia's half a slice of mashed pizza fell from her open mouth, landing on top of the floor as two large palms smacked beside her on the fridge and she screamed.
Those eyes that had once been hazel were now a swirling vibrant green, the green grass of Easter basket shavings.
So green.
They spun and she whimpered when talons as long as rulers slid against the side of her face. One slithered to the center of her throat where the hollow lay, her heartbeat pushing the tip of it up and down in a staccato rhythm of fear.
“Are you hurt?” Jason growled.
Julia tried to speak, “N-”-couldn't. She cleared her throat. “No,” she whispered. Then, “Please... Paul...” she remembered, her eyes moving to where Paul had slid down the wall, out cold. “Oh my God, you've hurt Paul!” Julia said, finally finding her voice.
Jason had his wife caged with his arms, only his hands were changed. But he could see by Julia's expression that
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