I’m not much of a lady?” I challenged.
He shrugged characteristically. “Maybe you’re not. But I’ve always been a gentleman.”
I looked into his eyes and was captured by the sudden intensity I saw there. They were truly the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Pure, and beautiful. Deep, but clear. I wondered if they were his greatest weapon when it came to hypnosis—I was certainly becoming lost.
He stared right back at me, probing, searching . . . I could see the look of concentration on his face as he searched my eyes.
For what, I couldn’t imagine. I was starting to feel dizzy, and I realized I’d locked my knees and was no longer breathing. But I couldn’t move. Not because he’d hypnotized me—I think—but 50 K • • •
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because I didn’t have any desire to break the contact. I felt like we were sharing a moment. Almost like we were becoming one. It was the weirdest sensation, but after the numbness, pain, and fear I’d experienced since the accident, it was the most exhilarating and peaceful moment I could ever remember having.
Someone coughed beside us. Patrick broke the gaze and turned at the sound—I was only a split second behind him.
Lee’s long black hair laid in sheets against either side of her face, and her dark makeup made her look all the more serious as she stared at us. “Kate? You okay?” I nodded quickly—too quickly. The dizziness brought spots of color into my vision—well, more than was usual, anyway. I didn’t speak or look at him as he held the door for me and Lee.
I marched to a desk in the back corner and I was relieved when Patrick moved to the opposite side of the classroom.
Lee sat next to me and hissed in my ear as we sat. “What were you doing with him? It looked like he was looking into your soul or something.”
I let out my breath in a low, steady stream, and hazarded a glance across the room.
He was watching me, a thin smile on his face.
“Kate?” Lee demanded lowly, slapping my arm to get my attention.
“What?” I jerked my eyes away from Patrick and focused on her.
“What? What? Honestly, you’re scaring me. Patrick equals freaky aura, remember? If you can’t protect yourself from him, how are you supposed to protect me?”
“Nothing happened. I mean, he opened the door for me, and . . . ”
“And . . . what?”
“Nothing. I think you’re right. I don’t think he’s evil.” Her brow raised in a disbelieving sort of way, and I hurried to clarify. “He’s still weird, and mysterious, but I think I just got a
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look into his soul or something.”
“Well, he was certainly boring into yours, so it’s only fair.”
“Seriously, Lee, I think he’s okay. I don’t know, it’s almost like . . .” I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering back across the room, and my voice was a mere whisper. “It’s almost like he knew I was afraid of him, and he was . . . letting me know he’s safe. Does that make any sense?”
Lee regarded me with an almost disgusted look. “No. But nothing in your life makes sense anymore.”
“Tell me about it,” I sighed, watching him as Patrick bent to get a pencil.
“Well,” Lee snorted. “I guess I’m not uninviting him to my party then, am I?”
I shook my head slowly, still watching him. “Nope. I think your undercover mission was a great idea—and it starts now.”
“Yippee,” Lee cheered dully.
s
I sat next to Aaron at the lunch table, still looking over my shoulder, watching as Patrick paid for his meal. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was positive that he’d let me look into his soul or something, so I could see his intentions. I knew he meant me no harm.
But the whole experience left more questions than anything else.
If he wasn’t here to hurt me, then why was he here? Perhaps even more importantly, why did he let me glimpse his soul anyway? Did he somehow know about me?
There was only one sure way to
He shrugged characteristically. “Maybe you’re not. But I’ve always been a gentleman.”
I looked into his eyes and was captured by the sudden intensity I saw there. They were truly the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Pure, and beautiful. Deep, but clear. I wondered if they were his greatest weapon when it came to hypnosis—I was certainly becoming lost.
He stared right back at me, probing, searching . . . I could see the look of concentration on his face as he searched my eyes.
For what, I couldn’t imagine. I was starting to feel dizzy, and I realized I’d locked my knees and was no longer breathing. But I couldn’t move. Not because he’d hypnotized me—I think—but 50 K • • •
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because I didn’t have any desire to break the contact. I felt like we were sharing a moment. Almost like we were becoming one. It was the weirdest sensation, but after the numbness, pain, and fear I’d experienced since the accident, it was the most exhilarating and peaceful moment I could ever remember having.
Someone coughed beside us. Patrick broke the gaze and turned at the sound—I was only a split second behind him.
Lee’s long black hair laid in sheets against either side of her face, and her dark makeup made her look all the more serious as she stared at us. “Kate? You okay?” I nodded quickly—too quickly. The dizziness brought spots of color into my vision—well, more than was usual, anyway. I didn’t speak or look at him as he held the door for me and Lee.
I marched to a desk in the back corner and I was relieved when Patrick moved to the opposite side of the classroom.
Lee sat next to me and hissed in my ear as we sat. “What were you doing with him? It looked like he was looking into your soul or something.”
I let out my breath in a low, steady stream, and hazarded a glance across the room.
He was watching me, a thin smile on his face.
“Kate?” Lee demanded lowly, slapping my arm to get my attention.
“What?” I jerked my eyes away from Patrick and focused on her.
“What? What? Honestly, you’re scaring me. Patrick equals freaky aura, remember? If you can’t protect yourself from him, how are you supposed to protect me?”
“Nothing happened. I mean, he opened the door for me, and . . . ”
“And . . . what?”
“Nothing. I think you’re right. I don’t think he’s evil.” Her brow raised in a disbelieving sort of way, and I hurried to clarify. “He’s still weird, and mysterious, but I think I just got a
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look into his soul or something.”
“Well, he was certainly boring into yours, so it’s only fair.”
“Seriously, Lee, I think he’s okay. I don’t know, it’s almost like . . .” I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering back across the room, and my voice was a mere whisper. “It’s almost like he knew I was afraid of him, and he was . . . letting me know he’s safe. Does that make any sense?”
Lee regarded me with an almost disgusted look. “No. But nothing in your life makes sense anymore.”
“Tell me about it,” I sighed, watching him as Patrick bent to get a pencil.
“Well,” Lee snorted. “I guess I’m not uninviting him to my party then, am I?”
I shook my head slowly, still watching him. “Nope. I think your undercover mission was a great idea—and it starts now.”
“Yippee,” Lee cheered dully.
s
I sat next to Aaron at the lunch table, still looking over my shoulder, watching as Patrick paid for his meal. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was positive that he’d let me look into his soul or something, so I could see his intentions. I knew he meant me no harm.
But the whole experience left more questions than anything else.
If he wasn’t here to hurt me, then why was he here? Perhaps even more importantly, why did he let me glimpse his soul anyway? Did he somehow know about me?
There was only one sure way to
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