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After what seems like an eternity of my hand being consumed by invisible flames, the burning slowly recedes. I do not remove my hand from his until it completely fades away.
His eyes flash with surprise and I swallow a gloating smile. Ha! I can handle whatever you can dish.
The locks on the doors pop open and Derek reaches his arm past me. He looks at the open passenger door pointedly.
I remain in my seat for a beat longer, refusing to be dismissed on command. I count to ten slowly in my head. After the second time of doing so I get out of the car and slam the door behind me with as much force as I can. The window shatters and I smile sweetly into the open space it leaves behind.
“Oops. Sorry.” I turn around and march to my front door without waiting for him to respond.
I hear the angry screech of tires against the pavement behind me.
When I go to bed I am still smiling at the strangled, livid look on his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He's Not A Boy
As I drive to Cass’ house, an amber alert blares on the radio. A thirteen year old boy makes three abducted teenagers from Highland Village this July. The search for him will end with finding the charred remains of his body like in the instances with the two girls.
What the hell is going on? I think to myself. My family will be leaving for an extended period of time again to help with the search. I am amazed that they have yet to catch the phoenix responsible. My family is good at what we do. We are arguably the best.
My hands grip the steering wheel tighter. We are the best, which means I am one of the best, and they refuse to use me. I am additional manpower. I can help. Sometimes one more person won’t make a difference and sometimes one more person makes all the difference. At first it was just about me not wanting to be left out of the action. But three abductions and two burned bodies later it has become about me actually wanting to help catch the individuals responsible.
I hit the knob on the radio a little too hard abruptly cutting the newscaster’s words off about a summer storm that may be moving our way.
Damn it. I can help. Why won’t they let me?
My mood is already bad enough by the time I get to Cass’ house and of course Derek answers the door and makes it worse. I pull my hand up short from punching him and his infuriating smirk in the face on sight. “Oh it’s just you.”
I don’t verbally respond. I simply shake my head and think how a pretty face and a hot body is such a damn waste on Derek. If he were any other boy it would have been a nice surprise to see him answer the door in nothing but swim trunks and dripping wet with his dark hair curling about his head.
Since our conversation in his car two and a half weeks ago the interactions between us have become even more tense and antagonistic. I know what he is. I also know he knows what I am, and there is no longer any reason for him to reign in his feelings of nothing but disgust for me. I dislike him equally but we tolerate each other and put on a good show when we are both around Cass.
Mick’s gym during the twice a week MMA class that he insists on showing up to is an entirely different story.
Mick matches people to skill level so he always partners us up when it is time to spar in the ring. Each time we nearly kill each other and the only reason we don’t is because Mick gets between us and calls it quits before we do.
“Cass, I thought it was the pizza but it’s your friend,” Derek yells so she can hear him in their backyard.
The way he says your friend makes me envision holding his head under water until he stops breathing when Cass isn’t looking.
“I have a name.” I push past him into the house not waiting for him to invite me in because I know I will remain standing on the porch if I do.
“Aren’t you swimming?” Cassie asks me when she comes from outside and sees the absence of a swimsuit beneath my clothes. I’m wearing the
His eyes flash with surprise and I swallow a gloating smile. Ha! I can handle whatever you can dish.
The locks on the doors pop open and Derek reaches his arm past me. He looks at the open passenger door pointedly.
I remain in my seat for a beat longer, refusing to be dismissed on command. I count to ten slowly in my head. After the second time of doing so I get out of the car and slam the door behind me with as much force as I can. The window shatters and I smile sweetly into the open space it leaves behind.
“Oops. Sorry.” I turn around and march to my front door without waiting for him to respond.
I hear the angry screech of tires against the pavement behind me.
When I go to bed I am still smiling at the strangled, livid look on his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He's Not A Boy
As I drive to Cass’ house, an amber alert blares on the radio. A thirteen year old boy makes three abducted teenagers from Highland Village this July. The search for him will end with finding the charred remains of his body like in the instances with the two girls.
What the hell is going on? I think to myself. My family will be leaving for an extended period of time again to help with the search. I am amazed that they have yet to catch the phoenix responsible. My family is good at what we do. We are arguably the best.
My hands grip the steering wheel tighter. We are the best, which means I am one of the best, and they refuse to use me. I am additional manpower. I can help. Sometimes one more person won’t make a difference and sometimes one more person makes all the difference. At first it was just about me not wanting to be left out of the action. But three abductions and two burned bodies later it has become about me actually wanting to help catch the individuals responsible.
I hit the knob on the radio a little too hard abruptly cutting the newscaster’s words off about a summer storm that may be moving our way.
Damn it. I can help. Why won’t they let me?
My mood is already bad enough by the time I get to Cass’ house and of course Derek answers the door and makes it worse. I pull my hand up short from punching him and his infuriating smirk in the face on sight. “Oh it’s just you.”
I don’t verbally respond. I simply shake my head and think how a pretty face and a hot body is such a damn waste on Derek. If he were any other boy it would have been a nice surprise to see him answer the door in nothing but swim trunks and dripping wet with his dark hair curling about his head.
Since our conversation in his car two and a half weeks ago the interactions between us have become even more tense and antagonistic. I know what he is. I also know he knows what I am, and there is no longer any reason for him to reign in his feelings of nothing but disgust for me. I dislike him equally but we tolerate each other and put on a good show when we are both around Cass.
Mick’s gym during the twice a week MMA class that he insists on showing up to is an entirely different story.
Mick matches people to skill level so he always partners us up when it is time to spar in the ring. Each time we nearly kill each other and the only reason we don’t is because Mick gets between us and calls it quits before we do.
“Cass, I thought it was the pizza but it’s your friend,” Derek yells so she can hear him in their backyard.
The way he says your friend makes me envision holding his head under water until he stops breathing when Cass isn’t looking.
“I have a name.” I push past him into the house not waiting for him to invite me in because I know I will remain standing on the porch if I do.
“Aren’t you swimming?” Cassie asks me when she comes from outside and sees the absence of a swimsuit beneath my clothes. I’m wearing the
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