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believe that he was even suggesting that I take it.
Walker had tried to take something from every set of parents that wouldn't be noticed, some small article, just so we had one thing to connect us to where we came from. He had managed to take a camping bracelet from Darien's Dad. It was really cool, made out of 20 feet of parachute cord weaved into a beautiful red and black pattern, and I knew it meant the world to him. That simple twisted bracelet was his prize possession and he wanted me to have it. I didn't feel right taking it.
“Darien I can't keep this. Please take it back? I appreciate it but what if I lose it?” I was really concerned. This was a big deal. I would never be able to look him in the eye if something happened to his bracelet.
“Nonsense, you are keeping it,” he insisted. “Yes, it’s important to me but it’s nowhere near as important to me as you are. I don't have much to give you, Cat. No money in the world. But Cat, my bracelet looks amazing on your wrist. I want it there. It would make me happy.” and with that, a tight hug, and a quick peck on the forehead, the disagreement was settled. The bracelet felt perfect and secure on my wrist. It made me feel connected to Darien more than I did the moment before. He had no idea how much better his few words had made me feel. The bracelet gave me the courage that I needed. For the first time since the Doc started this stupid premonition stuff, I felt OK and ready to take on the world if need be; because Darien told me I could do it, that we could do it, so I knew everything was going to work out.
Chapter Nine
When I opened my bedroom door to leave, Darien's hand in mine, I was ready. We were going to march up to Walker and demand to see the paper that could make or break me. I deserved to know what was in that prophecy, especially after living with the grief of killing my family when all that fault was on him. I was sure that if I chose to leave, Darien would follow me to the end of the world and back. Knowing that there was someone that would love you like that was empowering. Knowing that there was someone out there that trusted me just as much as I trusted them provided the motivation I needed to conquer my fears and that is what I was going to do. We were going to stand up to the man that still thought he was the boss.
When my door came open something stopped me in my tracks. Kira was standing there with her hand in the air ready to knock. God, she even smelled like him. I couldn't help breathe in a little deeper, trying to catch and keep the essence of him, or at least his scent. Her aroma was so much like his, a mix of danger and warmth and the tiniest hint of vanilla. I needed that smell on my skin, it was so hard not to go to her and take it. My cheeks reddened a little at the thought. Then Darien spoke up.
“What in the hell are you doing here Kira? I am not convinced that you are who you say you are, so you stay away from Cat until I have time to figure you out.” For once I was OK with Darien talking for me. It actually felt nice to let him fight this battle. It felt even better knowing that he could be mean to her because for some reason I wasn't sure that I could. I wanted to, don't get me wrong, but every time I looked at her, I couldn't decide if I wanted to run away from her or run to her and that was a really unsettling feeling.
“I need to talk to Cat. I need to see her alone to find out what she knows about my wealthy brother. I can't talk to her with you here playing knight in shining armor. I am not the bad guy here. I am as much a victim in this as the both of you are.” Something about the tone in her voice told me that she had no intention of letting Darien prevail on this one.
“And what exactly does that mean Kira? How do you figure you are a victim? Do yourself a favor and never compare yourself to either of us again.” Darien was getting impatient with
Walker had tried to take something from every set of parents that wouldn't be noticed, some small article, just so we had one thing to connect us to where we came from. He had managed to take a camping bracelet from Darien's Dad. It was really cool, made out of 20 feet of parachute cord weaved into a beautiful red and black pattern, and I knew it meant the world to him. That simple twisted bracelet was his prize possession and he wanted me to have it. I didn't feel right taking it.
“Darien I can't keep this. Please take it back? I appreciate it but what if I lose it?” I was really concerned. This was a big deal. I would never be able to look him in the eye if something happened to his bracelet.
“Nonsense, you are keeping it,” he insisted. “Yes, it’s important to me but it’s nowhere near as important to me as you are. I don't have much to give you, Cat. No money in the world. But Cat, my bracelet looks amazing on your wrist. I want it there. It would make me happy.” and with that, a tight hug, and a quick peck on the forehead, the disagreement was settled. The bracelet felt perfect and secure on my wrist. It made me feel connected to Darien more than I did the moment before. He had no idea how much better his few words had made me feel. The bracelet gave me the courage that I needed. For the first time since the Doc started this stupid premonition stuff, I felt OK and ready to take on the world if need be; because Darien told me I could do it, that we could do it, so I knew everything was going to work out.
Chapter Nine
When I opened my bedroom door to leave, Darien's hand in mine, I was ready. We were going to march up to Walker and demand to see the paper that could make or break me. I deserved to know what was in that prophecy, especially after living with the grief of killing my family when all that fault was on him. I was sure that if I chose to leave, Darien would follow me to the end of the world and back. Knowing that there was someone that would love you like that was empowering. Knowing that there was someone out there that trusted me just as much as I trusted them provided the motivation I needed to conquer my fears and that is what I was going to do. We were going to stand up to the man that still thought he was the boss.
When my door came open something stopped me in my tracks. Kira was standing there with her hand in the air ready to knock. God, she even smelled like him. I couldn't help breathe in a little deeper, trying to catch and keep the essence of him, or at least his scent. Her aroma was so much like his, a mix of danger and warmth and the tiniest hint of vanilla. I needed that smell on my skin, it was so hard not to go to her and take it. My cheeks reddened a little at the thought. Then Darien spoke up.
“What in the hell are you doing here Kira? I am not convinced that you are who you say you are, so you stay away from Cat until I have time to figure you out.” For once I was OK with Darien talking for me. It actually felt nice to let him fight this battle. It felt even better knowing that he could be mean to her because for some reason I wasn't sure that I could. I wanted to, don't get me wrong, but every time I looked at her, I couldn't decide if I wanted to run away from her or run to her and that was a really unsettling feeling.
“I need to talk to Cat. I need to see her alone to find out what she knows about my wealthy brother. I can't talk to her with you here playing knight in shining armor. I am not the bad guy here. I am as much a victim in this as the both of you are.” Something about the tone in her voice told me that she had no intention of letting Darien prevail on this one.
“And what exactly does that mean Kira? How do you figure you are a victim? Do yourself a favor and never compare yourself to either of us again.” Darien was getting impatient with
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