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I wasn’t joking?”
He shuddered. This all male, all brawn, fully capable intelligent guy trembled.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
Guess my own spell is working.
DANE Making Friends
This girl, who was wanted by my own kind for god knows what, was getting under my skin. She made me want to do things to her I’ve never done with anyone I’ve ever cared about and more. I wanted her for me and me alone and I had no idea why. To me, girls have always been like clocks. They run out of time and I move on. I couldn’t see past this one though. I couldn’t see a foot past her. She tunneled my vision and it scared me.
We fell into routine chitchat for the ride. She didn’t know I was a roamer or what my actual job entitlement included and I never let that part of the conversation go anywhere. I was so wrapped up in the three days of meeting and not seeing past her that I’d neglected to face the future of what I’d done. Was doing. But somehow, in the middle of kissing her, the cloud seemed to tell me it would all work out. I’d found a person who could touch me without me stealing their life.
On the way to pizza in the Jeep, we discussed an agreement that when we both entered the “euphoria” as she called it, that we weren’t taking any years from each other. That seemed impossible to both of us. How could no one know this and how could they not tell us if they did? Knowing who my father was made me even more leery. The two of us asked several questions to the air since we had no answers. Were we the only ones? she asked. There was the rest of the council and their children. Did she know about them? No flippin’ way.
In the back booth of the infinitesimally small pizza joint that couldn't be topped over pepperoni and black olives I asked her, “Have you ever been to the Siphonic Headquarters?”
Treading lightly she answered with my already made conclusion, “No. What is that?” Lark took a dainty bite of pizza and licked her lips. That was euphoric to watch all in itself. I’d never watched a girl eat.
I’d known for years there were a few siphons out there that were kept purposely hidden and unaware. I shouldn’t tell her that. Or that I knew she existed. I hated her kind for so long knowing they didn’t have to deal with what they were.
“You are a siphon. You take people’s years for your own survival. You belong to the council located at the Siphonic Headquarters off the coast of Rhode Island. If you don’t know what it is, you couldn’t have been there. So why do you live here in Dallas? Do you know any others like us?”
I’d overwhelmed her, but time would run out if I didn’t fit some puzzle pieces together. Give and take.
I heard the door chime and knew the recognizable face was heading our way, but all I successfully did was inch a little closer to her in hopes he’d venture away.
He didn't.
“Hello, Lark. Heard you weren’t happy with who coach stuck you with in class. Wanted to be sure you were doing okay?” The wingding named Zane asked her, not acknowledging my presence.
“Fine, Zane. Good to see you.”
The boy’s eyes lit up like that might mean she really thinks it. I had to shut this loser down.
“Zane, is it? Good to meet you. I’m Dane,” I shoved my hand out to shake his only to not have it returned. His eyes dilated and blinked. He was afraid of me. Good!
“Yeah. Call me, Lark,” the boy coaxed unsteadily.
I let out a breath only after the mental midget moved on to his friends. Lark looked pissed, but she never said so. Instead she started on her food again.
Shaking hands was against my usual order of business, but I hadn't followed any of my other rules since arriving here. And I did say I was going to try it out.
“First off,” she stopped eating, took a drink of soda and looked me dead in the eyes,
He shuddered. This all male, all brawn, fully capable intelligent guy trembled.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
Guess my own spell is working.
DANE Making Friends
This girl, who was wanted by my own kind for god knows what, was getting under my skin. She made me want to do things to her I’ve never done with anyone I’ve ever cared about and more. I wanted her for me and me alone and I had no idea why. To me, girls have always been like clocks. They run out of time and I move on. I couldn’t see past this one though. I couldn’t see a foot past her. She tunneled my vision and it scared me.
We fell into routine chitchat for the ride. She didn’t know I was a roamer or what my actual job entitlement included and I never let that part of the conversation go anywhere. I was so wrapped up in the three days of meeting and not seeing past her that I’d neglected to face the future of what I’d done. Was doing. But somehow, in the middle of kissing her, the cloud seemed to tell me it would all work out. I’d found a person who could touch me without me stealing their life.
On the way to pizza in the Jeep, we discussed an agreement that when we both entered the “euphoria” as she called it, that we weren’t taking any years from each other. That seemed impossible to both of us. How could no one know this and how could they not tell us if they did? Knowing who my father was made me even more leery. The two of us asked several questions to the air since we had no answers. Were we the only ones? she asked. There was the rest of the council and their children. Did she know about them? No flippin’ way.
In the back booth of the infinitesimally small pizza joint that couldn't be topped over pepperoni and black olives I asked her, “Have you ever been to the Siphonic Headquarters?”
Treading lightly she answered with my already made conclusion, “No. What is that?” Lark took a dainty bite of pizza and licked her lips. That was euphoric to watch all in itself. I’d never watched a girl eat.
I’d known for years there were a few siphons out there that were kept purposely hidden and unaware. I shouldn’t tell her that. Or that I knew she existed. I hated her kind for so long knowing they didn’t have to deal with what they were.
“You are a siphon. You take people’s years for your own survival. You belong to the council located at the Siphonic Headquarters off the coast of Rhode Island. If you don’t know what it is, you couldn’t have been there. So why do you live here in Dallas? Do you know any others like us?”
I’d overwhelmed her, but time would run out if I didn’t fit some puzzle pieces together. Give and take.
I heard the door chime and knew the recognizable face was heading our way, but all I successfully did was inch a little closer to her in hopes he’d venture away.
He didn't.
“Hello, Lark. Heard you weren’t happy with who coach stuck you with in class. Wanted to be sure you were doing okay?” The wingding named Zane asked her, not acknowledging my presence.
“Fine, Zane. Good to see you.”
The boy’s eyes lit up like that might mean she really thinks it. I had to shut this loser down.
“Zane, is it? Good to meet you. I’m Dane,” I shoved my hand out to shake his only to not have it returned. His eyes dilated and blinked. He was afraid of me. Good!
“Yeah. Call me, Lark,” the boy coaxed unsteadily.
I let out a breath only after the mental midget moved on to his friends. Lark looked pissed, but she never said so. Instead she started on her food again.
Shaking hands was against my usual order of business, but I hadn't followed any of my other rules since arriving here. And I did say I was going to try it out.
“First off,” she stopped eating, took a drink of soda and looked me dead in the eyes,
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