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his head back.
    Logan jumps out of the truck and heads on over. He slinks his arm around my waist and whisks me off toward campus.
    “Welcome to senior year, Gage,” he shouts over his shoulder.
    I glance back, stunned to find that Chloe has materialized by Gage’s side. Jealousy rips through me a mile wide.
    She walks slowly next to him as they follow along behind us.
    I turn around and try to get the image out of my mind before it imprints itself there permanently.
    Chloe and Gage walking side by side through life.
    Now there’s something I can never allow to happen.  
     
    ***
     
    First period is chemistry with Logan, Gage, Lexy, Em, Chloe, and Michelle.
    If you ask me, eight a.m. is a little too early to be Bunsen burning with the best of them, or, in Chloe’s case, the worst.
    Em, Lex, Chloe, and Michelle have sealed their status as the asshole brigade as they situate themselves conveniently in the row behind us. A series of long tables decorate the class, along with stools for each of us to sit on. A beaker and Bunsen burner is located in front of each student. I’m not sure if arming us with quasi-weaponry is such a great idea. Although, how much damage can a girl do with shards of glass and fire? A smile slides up my lips at the thought of inflicting injury to Chloe so early in fall semester and before homecoming no less.
    The bell shrills overhead and still no sign of Marshall. Figures. He’s up to his old I’ll-see-you-when-I-see-you antics.
    “I bet he forgot.” Gage leans his head back, and his stitches stretch taut.
    “That looks like it hurts,” I say gently running my fingers through his hair and bringing his head back to an upright position. “How could you walk with her after what she did to you?” I whisper in the event Logan hears and picks up on the jealous tirade in the making. “I saw her talking to you.” I may have turned around a time or two before we got to class.
    “I wasn’t walking with her.” His lips stretch tight. “She just appeared. Besides she was rambling something about not being able to light drive into her future. She wanted to know if I had any dreams about her.”
    A silent laugh huffs through me. “Wouldn’t she like to believe she’s the girl of your dreams?”
    His steely eyes lock over mine, and my body floods with heat.
    “You’re the girl of my dreams, Skyla.” His lips curve in a deliciously crude manner. “And one day I plan on giving you a demonstration on exactly what I’ve been doing with you all those lonely hours.” He cuts a quick glance over his shoulder before leaning in. “I’ve had a dream or two about Chloe,” he says it with a look of disgust, and yet I find little comfort in this.
    Every muscle in my body freezes.
    “Is that so?” I whisper.
    “Yes, that’s so.” He makes a face.
    Logan pulls me away from his raven-haired nephew. He pulls me in by the waist, and I lean my body into his just to keep from clawing Chloe’s eyes out. I glance back at her, and the protective hedge winks over at me with its silver filigree edges, delicate as lace, that pure blue eye dotting the center, clear as a summer sky.
    “Is this a private conversation, or can anybody join?” He blows it hot in my ear as Gage hardens his expression.
    “No, I’d love to change the subject,” I say. If Gage’s strategy is to make me want to murder Chloe he’s already achieved it.
    “Great.” Logan takes up my hands and twirls me around until we’re face to face. “I’m thinking we should do that light drive this weekend.”
    “Logan,” I gasp. “We should go tonight.” I don’t mean to make Gage insane, but I’m dying to find out all I can about the pendant. Plus, meeting Logan’s grandmother is a total bonus. Technically she’s Gage’s grandmother, too—great-grandmother.
    He withholds a smile as he glances over at Gage. “Saturday.” He leans into my ear. “I want you all day and all—” Logan thrusts backward as a loud explosion