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in the front pockets of his jeans. “Like who?”
“Andris and the Dahl sisters. You move like her, the one who kicked me. Last night I noticed how fast you moved from your bedroom to the front door after you signaled Eirik, which reminds me. How did you know that signal?”
Silence.
Now he was staring at me as though I was a lunatic, which I wasn’t. I knew what I saw last night, and the pain I’d felt at the park had been real. He was stubborn, but so was I.
“Okay. Forget about the signal for now, but you can’t deny that you’re different. That you can do things normal people can’t.”
No response.
Getting frustrated, I added, “I swear, I won’t tell anyone.”
Another stretch of silence followed. I could hear the wheels turning in his head as though he was deciding how much to tell me. I’d almost given up hope that he’d respond when he shrugged.
“Is that the best response you can give me? A shrug?”
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Are you always this pushy?”
“Answering a question with a question won’t work with me, and no, I’m not pushy. I’m the most easygoing person I know.”
He snorted with derision. “Who told you that? Seville?”
I ignored the dig. “Listen, I’m trying really hard not to freak out about this. Put yourself in my shoes and imagine how I feel. Please, just tell me how you did it and I’ll leave you alone.”
He rolled his eyes as though to say he didn’t believe me. “It’s just magic, Freckles. Nothing special.”
“What kind of magic?”
“The good kind.”
“Do you use tattoos, too?”
He frowned. “Tattoos?”
“They appeared on Andris.”
Torin blinked. “You saw them?”
“Yes. They were all over his body. They looked kind of, I don’t know, cool.”
He swore under his breath.
“What? Wasn’t I supposed to see them?”
“No. They’re not tattoos. They’re runes, and Mortals aren’t supposed to see them.” He grimaced as though he’d revealed too much. He glanced at his watch. “Don’t you have a birthday party to go to?”
“Mortals?”
Torin’s blue eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“You said Mortals aren’t supposed to see them.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. What does that make you? Immortal?”
“Is that true?” He pointed at my T-shirt.
I looked down, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I still wore the T-shirt with Seventeen and Never Been Kissed written in Latin. I crossed my arms, blocking the words even though he’d read them. I lifted my chin, hating the fact that I was once again blushing. “No, it’s not true. About the Mortal and Immortal—”
“Never been kissed? Really?” A wicked twinkle entered Torin’s eyes. “What’s wrong with Seville?”
I bristled. “This is just a T-shirt I found at the bottom of my closet, and there’s nothing wrong with Eirik. We kiss all the time.”
His grin turned into a chuckle. “Sure you do. Tell him to act quickly before someone snatches you from right under his nose.”
I was beyond embarrassed now. Defending my relationship with Eirik wasn’t going to do me any good since Torin already saw through my lies. Bet his magical abilities had something to do with that.
“You’re only using my T-shirt to get out of answering my questions.”
His gaze moved to my lips. “I’m starting to see why Seville’s never kissed you. You talk too much.”
I growled. “Ugh, you’re so annoying. Believe whatever you want.” I walked around him and hurried down the steps. How had our conversation moved from him to me?
“Happy seventeenth birthday, Freckles.”
I kept going, needing to put some distance between us. Whatever he was couldn’t be good if he had to hide, which meant no more talking to him or going to his house or letting him get under my skin.
Inside my bedroom, I peeked out the window. He was back upstairs, seated on the window seat. Eirik’s old window seat. He blew me a kiss and grinned. Magical powers
“Andris and the Dahl sisters. You move like her, the one who kicked me. Last night I noticed how fast you moved from your bedroom to the front door after you signaled Eirik, which reminds me. How did you know that signal?”
Silence.
Now he was staring at me as though I was a lunatic, which I wasn’t. I knew what I saw last night, and the pain I’d felt at the park had been real. He was stubborn, but so was I.
“Okay. Forget about the signal for now, but you can’t deny that you’re different. That you can do things normal people can’t.”
No response.
Getting frustrated, I added, “I swear, I won’t tell anyone.”
Another stretch of silence followed. I could hear the wheels turning in his head as though he was deciding how much to tell me. I’d almost given up hope that he’d respond when he shrugged.
“Is that the best response you can give me? A shrug?”
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Are you always this pushy?”
“Answering a question with a question won’t work with me, and no, I’m not pushy. I’m the most easygoing person I know.”
He snorted with derision. “Who told you that? Seville?”
I ignored the dig. “Listen, I’m trying really hard not to freak out about this. Put yourself in my shoes and imagine how I feel. Please, just tell me how you did it and I’ll leave you alone.”
He rolled his eyes as though to say he didn’t believe me. “It’s just magic, Freckles. Nothing special.”
“What kind of magic?”
“The good kind.”
“Do you use tattoos, too?”
He frowned. “Tattoos?”
“They appeared on Andris.”
Torin blinked. “You saw them?”
“Yes. They were all over his body. They looked kind of, I don’t know, cool.”
He swore under his breath.
“What? Wasn’t I supposed to see them?”
“No. They’re not tattoos. They’re runes, and Mortals aren’t supposed to see them.” He grimaced as though he’d revealed too much. He glanced at his watch. “Don’t you have a birthday party to go to?”
“Mortals?”
Torin’s blue eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“You said Mortals aren’t supposed to see them.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. What does that make you? Immortal?”
“Is that true?” He pointed at my T-shirt.
I looked down, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I still wore the T-shirt with Seventeen and Never Been Kissed written in Latin. I crossed my arms, blocking the words even though he’d read them. I lifted my chin, hating the fact that I was once again blushing. “No, it’s not true. About the Mortal and Immortal—”
“Never been kissed? Really?” A wicked twinkle entered Torin’s eyes. “What’s wrong with Seville?”
I bristled. “This is just a T-shirt I found at the bottom of my closet, and there’s nothing wrong with Eirik. We kiss all the time.”
His grin turned into a chuckle. “Sure you do. Tell him to act quickly before someone snatches you from right under his nose.”
I was beyond embarrassed now. Defending my relationship with Eirik wasn’t going to do me any good since Torin already saw through my lies. Bet his magical abilities had something to do with that.
“You’re only using my T-shirt to get out of answering my questions.”
His gaze moved to my lips. “I’m starting to see why Seville’s never kissed you. You talk too much.”
I growled. “Ugh, you’re so annoying. Believe whatever you want.” I walked around him and hurried down the steps. How had our conversation moved from him to me?
“Happy seventeenth birthday, Freckles.”
I kept going, needing to put some distance between us. Whatever he was couldn’t be good if he had to hide, which meant no more talking to him or going to his house or letting him get under my skin.
Inside my bedroom, I peeked out the window. He was back upstairs, seated on the window seat. Eirik’s old window seat. He blew me a kiss and grinned. Magical powers
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