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as I pulled myself together. I finished the dry-out job Jericho had begun, by using my own magic, half warming myself, half proving to the bystanders that I did, in fact, know how to use magic.
When I turned around, Avalon had already taken charge of whatever leadership role was available to him and was introducing himself as much more of a legend than I would ever haven give him credit for. I contemplated for a second, joining the group again, but remembered Lilly and decided I couldn’t do anything else until I had 106/711
checked on her. I began to walk further into the barn but not before Jericho caught up with me.
“Did I fix my makeup?” I asked him, already forgiving him for any fun he had at my expense.
“I don’t know what you mean by that?” He smiled, confused, a typical guy response.
“My mascara, is it like running down my face?” I brushed my finger tips underneath my eyes as if demonstrating my question.
“No, your face looks…. fine,” Jericho blushed when he finished his sentence and so I was not entirely sure if I could trust him.
I remembered the compact in my brand new back pack and tried to grab it as inconspicuously as possible. Feeling a little bit vain, and even more self-conscious in front of Jericho, I rushed the mirror in front of my face, checked my make up as scrupulously but as quickly as I could. Then I shoved the little compact mirror back into the abyss of the bag that had replaced the backpack Romania destroyed, satisfied with what I had seen.
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“What? Don’t you trust me?” Jericho nudged my side gently with his elbow.
“Absolutely not,” I said playfully, and then gave him my most charming smile. “Hey, do you know where they are keeping Lilly?” I asked, anxiety slipping into my tone but unable to stay silent on the issue.
“Yes,” Jericho responded simply.
“Well, can you take me to her?” I countered, feeling as though my request shouldn’t be necessary.
“I don’t think so,” When I turned a scowl on him, he continued quickly, “I don’t think they want non-Resistance members up there. I mean, it’s like a sacred place. Since you’re not an official member, they have kind of forbidden you from going.”
“What?” Forbidden?” I half demanded, half shrieked. “Why hasn't anybody told me?” I crossed my arms and stomped my foot defiantly.
“Do you remember the last time you were forbidden to do anything? Yeah, it didn’t work out so 108/711
well for the rest of us,” although Jericho was teasing me, he stopped walking and turned to face me. When I followed suit, he put both of his hands on my shoulders, sending his magical imprint racing through my blood. I could tell that he was nervous touching me, but what I didn’t expect was to be nervous too. “Eden, trust me,” he said smoothly, gazing deep into my eyes. “Lilly is going to be fine; this whole thing is a process.
But seriously, look at the rest of us. We all made it through. She has the best care anyone could hope for,” he smiled softly and I cleared my throat, bringing my mind into focus.
“You’re right. I mean I should trust you guys.
How much longer do you think this will take though? People at school have been asking questions,” I casually shrugged Jericho’s hands off my shoulders and began walking again, reminding myself of Kiran and the overwhelmingly strong feelings I had for him.
“What people?” Jericho asked suspiciously.
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“Well, Sebastian Cartier,” I stopped dead in my tracks, realizing I left Jericho somewhere a few feet behind me. I turned to face him, and saw the wheels in his head spinning.
“Sebastian Cartier is here? In Omaha? At Kingsley?” he whispered harshly.
I nodded my response, a little afraid of what I had let slip. He turned back around in the other direction, leaving me to run after him.
“Avalon!” he hollered at my very loquacious brother, who somehow had managed to maintain the newcomer’s attention
When I turned around, Avalon had already taken charge of whatever leadership role was available to him and was introducing himself as much more of a legend than I would ever haven give him credit for. I contemplated for a second, joining the group again, but remembered Lilly and decided I couldn’t do anything else until I had 106/711
checked on her. I began to walk further into the barn but not before Jericho caught up with me.
“Did I fix my makeup?” I asked him, already forgiving him for any fun he had at my expense.
“I don’t know what you mean by that?” He smiled, confused, a typical guy response.
“My mascara, is it like running down my face?” I brushed my finger tips underneath my eyes as if demonstrating my question.
“No, your face looks…. fine,” Jericho blushed when he finished his sentence and so I was not entirely sure if I could trust him.
I remembered the compact in my brand new back pack and tried to grab it as inconspicuously as possible. Feeling a little bit vain, and even more self-conscious in front of Jericho, I rushed the mirror in front of my face, checked my make up as scrupulously but as quickly as I could. Then I shoved the little compact mirror back into the abyss of the bag that had replaced the backpack Romania destroyed, satisfied with what I had seen.
107/711
“What? Don’t you trust me?” Jericho nudged my side gently with his elbow.
“Absolutely not,” I said playfully, and then gave him my most charming smile. “Hey, do you know where they are keeping Lilly?” I asked, anxiety slipping into my tone but unable to stay silent on the issue.
“Yes,” Jericho responded simply.
“Well, can you take me to her?” I countered, feeling as though my request shouldn’t be necessary.
“I don’t think so,” When I turned a scowl on him, he continued quickly, “I don’t think they want non-Resistance members up there. I mean, it’s like a sacred place. Since you’re not an official member, they have kind of forbidden you from going.”
“What?” Forbidden?” I half demanded, half shrieked. “Why hasn't anybody told me?” I crossed my arms and stomped my foot defiantly.
“Do you remember the last time you were forbidden to do anything? Yeah, it didn’t work out so 108/711
well for the rest of us,” although Jericho was teasing me, he stopped walking and turned to face me. When I followed suit, he put both of his hands on my shoulders, sending his magical imprint racing through my blood. I could tell that he was nervous touching me, but what I didn’t expect was to be nervous too. “Eden, trust me,” he said smoothly, gazing deep into my eyes. “Lilly is going to be fine; this whole thing is a process.
But seriously, look at the rest of us. We all made it through. She has the best care anyone could hope for,” he smiled softly and I cleared my throat, bringing my mind into focus.
“You’re right. I mean I should trust you guys.
How much longer do you think this will take though? People at school have been asking questions,” I casually shrugged Jericho’s hands off my shoulders and began walking again, reminding myself of Kiran and the overwhelmingly strong feelings I had for him.
“What people?” Jericho asked suspiciously.
109/711
“Well, Sebastian Cartier,” I stopped dead in my tracks, realizing I left Jericho somewhere a few feet behind me. I turned to face him, and saw the wheels in his head spinning.
“Sebastian Cartier is here? In Omaha? At Kingsley?” he whispered harshly.
I nodded my response, a little afraid of what I had let slip. He turned back around in the other direction, leaving me to run after him.
“Avalon!” he hollered at my very loquacious brother, who somehow had managed to maintain the newcomer’s attention
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