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apartment and the suffocating smoke that filled her lungs—fought their way to the surface.
Cassie closed her eyes.
Aiden had actually grinned while he’d faced down the intruder that night, countering each of the fiery attacks with a smile on his face, as though he’d been itching for a fight and someone had finally been kind enough to give him one.
As much as he’d bitched about the loss of his apartment later, it was obvious he’d enjoyed the challenge of going toe-to-toe with a fire wielder.
“If we ever started dating, I would spend the entire time we were apart worrying about him,” she continued. “And I’d spend the entire time we were together worried about what dangers were waiting for us around the next corner. This world of yours… I mean, it’s incredible , but it’s also scary as hell.”
On the other end of the line, Kenzie had fallen silent.
“Still there?”
When Kenzie finally spoke, she sounded bemused. “Yeah, I’m here. I’m just trying to make sense of everything you said. I mean, you do realize you’re already a part of our world, right? These things you’re so worried about… How is it any different than what you’re already going through with Alex? And how does avoiding Aiden change any of that? I mean, you’re already all-in, right? So why not take the chance and see where it goes?”
“Yeah, why not?” asked a new voice on the line.
Cassie cringed.
“ Brian! ” Kenzie roared. “Hang up that phone right now before I hunt you down and give you the mother of all noogies!”
“Oh, come on ,” the ten-year-old grumbled. “It’s not my fault dad won’t let me have a cell phone. I need to make a call! And I can’t help it if I pick up the house phone —which is shared by everyone —and overhear a conversation already in progress.”
“Hang up, Brian,” Kenzie repeated.
The boy huffed into the receiver. “Fine. But hurry up, would you? I really do need to make a call!”
A quiet click sounded on the line.
“He doesn’t have a cell?” asked Cassie, surprised.
Even Danny and Runt had phones. They were dilapidated Nokia’s that were only good for making calls and playing the occasional black and white game of Snake , but still. They had them.
Kenzie sighed. “The boss is old school like that. Doesn’t think Brian’s old enough to need one… Now. Are you going to call Aiden? Or do I need to keep punching holes in your argument?”
Cassie smiled. “I’ll think about it. Call me if you hear anything from Alex?”
“Sure thing,” said Kenzie. “Now go call my idiot cousin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “Night, Red.”
Cassie ended the call and stared down at her cell phone. To call, or not to call?
After a brief argument with her nerves, she settled on a compromise.
God bless text messages.
“Are… you… free,” Cassie spoke aloud as she typed, “Friday… night?”
It took a few minutes, but Aiden eventually replied to her text.
F OR YOU, C ASS, I ’LL CLEAR MY SCHEDULE. D OES THIS MEAN I OWE K ENZIE A NEW PHONE AND L ORD B YRON A THANK-YOU ?
By the time their conversation wound down later that night, Cassie’s house had long since grown quiet—and so had that annoying voice of doubt that had hijacked her thoughts in the last two weeks.
Kenzie was right.
Cassie was already all-in.
It was time she made the most of it.
— 7 —
W ell this was awkward.
“Alex?”
The whisper was soft against her cheek.
“Yeah, Decks?” Alex shifted beside Declan, trying to make herself smaller in the cramped confines of the closet as she fought back a sudden, mutinous urge to relax against him.
There were plenty of very good reasons not to do that, she was certain. If only she could remember what they were.
“You’re standing on my foot.”
“Oh! Right. Sorry.”
If pressed, Alex could now name at least half a dozen girls who would give their right arm just to be in her shoes. And it was all because
Cassie closed her eyes.
Aiden had actually grinned while he’d faced down the intruder that night, countering each of the fiery attacks with a smile on his face, as though he’d been itching for a fight and someone had finally been kind enough to give him one.
As much as he’d bitched about the loss of his apartment later, it was obvious he’d enjoyed the challenge of going toe-to-toe with a fire wielder.
“If we ever started dating, I would spend the entire time we were apart worrying about him,” she continued. “And I’d spend the entire time we were together worried about what dangers were waiting for us around the next corner. This world of yours… I mean, it’s incredible , but it’s also scary as hell.”
On the other end of the line, Kenzie had fallen silent.
“Still there?”
When Kenzie finally spoke, she sounded bemused. “Yeah, I’m here. I’m just trying to make sense of everything you said. I mean, you do realize you’re already a part of our world, right? These things you’re so worried about… How is it any different than what you’re already going through with Alex? And how does avoiding Aiden change any of that? I mean, you’re already all-in, right? So why not take the chance and see where it goes?”
“Yeah, why not?” asked a new voice on the line.
Cassie cringed.
“ Brian! ” Kenzie roared. “Hang up that phone right now before I hunt you down and give you the mother of all noogies!”
“Oh, come on ,” the ten-year-old grumbled. “It’s not my fault dad won’t let me have a cell phone. I need to make a call! And I can’t help it if I pick up the house phone —which is shared by everyone —and overhear a conversation already in progress.”
“Hang up, Brian,” Kenzie repeated.
The boy huffed into the receiver. “Fine. But hurry up, would you? I really do need to make a call!”
A quiet click sounded on the line.
“He doesn’t have a cell?” asked Cassie, surprised.
Even Danny and Runt had phones. They were dilapidated Nokia’s that were only good for making calls and playing the occasional black and white game of Snake , but still. They had them.
Kenzie sighed. “The boss is old school like that. Doesn’t think Brian’s old enough to need one… Now. Are you going to call Aiden? Or do I need to keep punching holes in your argument?”
Cassie smiled. “I’ll think about it. Call me if you hear anything from Alex?”
“Sure thing,” said Kenzie. “Now go call my idiot cousin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “Night, Red.”
Cassie ended the call and stared down at her cell phone. To call, or not to call?
After a brief argument with her nerves, she settled on a compromise.
God bless text messages.
“Are… you… free,” Cassie spoke aloud as she typed, “Friday… night?”
It took a few minutes, but Aiden eventually replied to her text.
F OR YOU, C ASS, I ’LL CLEAR MY SCHEDULE. D OES THIS MEAN I OWE K ENZIE A NEW PHONE AND L ORD B YRON A THANK-YOU ?
By the time their conversation wound down later that night, Cassie’s house had long since grown quiet—and so had that annoying voice of doubt that had hijacked her thoughts in the last two weeks.
Kenzie was right.
Cassie was already all-in.
It was time she made the most of it.
— 7 —
W ell this was awkward.
“Alex?”
The whisper was soft against her cheek.
“Yeah, Decks?” Alex shifted beside Declan, trying to make herself smaller in the cramped confines of the closet as she fought back a sudden, mutinous urge to relax against him.
There were plenty of very good reasons not to do that, she was certain. If only she could remember what they were.
“You’re standing on my foot.”
“Oh! Right. Sorry.”
If pressed, Alex could now name at least half a dozen girls who would give their right arm just to be in her shoes. And it was all because
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