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Authors: Trisha Leigh
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things take place. One: I turn and give the message to Pax.
Two: I concentrate on Danbury with all my might, trying to push my power through my wrist and into the bracelet.
Three: Nothing happens.
Chapter 9.
Lucas groans, and after I look to my left it’s impossible to tear my eyes away.
Kendaja straddles his lap, her dress riding high on her creamy white legs, and rests her arms loosely on his shoulders, thin fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. A scream builds inside me, and with it the desire to knock her sideways, but I can’t do the second so I don’t do the first, either.
Instead I stare, wishing I could light fires with my eyes instead of just my skin.
“So pretty handsome nice you are, Water, and smells okay too, but not like Air, no, not like him at all, not so nice. Still I’ll kiss you, you’ll like it, I’m good, it feels nice…” She leans closer, her lips an inch from Lucas’s.
“So nice,” Kendaja whispers.
My anger turns to terror in an instant, my gaze riveted to her cherry-red lips inching closer and closer to Lucas’s. He presses his lips into a tight line and tries to jerk to the side, but her arms clamp down like a vise, holding him in place.
A sob spills from my throat. “No, please. Don’t touch him, please, stop.”
The sound of doors banging open silences my teary begging.
“Wait.” A familiar voice halts Kendaja’s lips, although they’re touching Lucas and he’s holding perfectly still. The saliva from her mouth cuts his top lip open, the crack slicing deeper with each passing second.
“What is the meaning of this?” At the Prime’s question, Kendaja sits back. She doesn’t move from Lucas’s lap and continues to run her fingers through his hair, down his body, but she’s careful not to touch skin and doesn’t harm him further… for now. Blood coats his mouth and chin like the beard my Portland father likes to grow.
Deshi strides past the three of us without looking, approaching the Prime and Zakej on their bench. Kendaja twists around, still sitting on Lucas but no longer touching him, and the heat slowly bleeds out of me.
Their voices are low but the room isn’t built to keep secrets. Words bounce off the walls and high ceiling, hitting my ears louder than they were uttered.
“I’m going to ask you one more time. What is the meaning of this?” the Prime demands.
Zakej is surprisingly silent, watching Deshi through wide eyes. It almost appears as though he’s worried about our fourth, as though perhaps in the course of bringing Deshi around to their way of thinking, the two of them have actually become friends.
“I don’t think you should kill them.” Deshi’s voice is steadier than mine would be, addressing the Prime Other.
It also occurs to me that when he’s talking to me about the Others he uses the term we , but now it’s you , a clear separation between himself and them. It sprouts a beam of hope inside me, but I stomp on it. The Prime probably doesn’t see Deshi as one of them any more than he sees the three of us that way. It doesn’t mean anything.
“And why not?” The Prime’s lazy question doesn’t fool me. He’s about to snap and probably sentence Deshi along with us.
“I’ve been thinking—”
“Not again,” Zakej says playfully.
I swear Deshi blushes, leaving me more confused than ever about what’s going on between them, and where it might leave the three of us.
“Where have you been, anyway?” The Prime narrows his eyes at our fourth, who looks away. The question burns a painful fire in my stomach, and not knowing where this is going leaves me feeling helpless.
“Talking to the Elements. Like you asked me to.” The statement shoots curiosity past my discomfort and fear. “And seeing Apa made me think, what if one of them tries it again? Suicide? Or what if we’re the only four Elemental offspring you’re going to get this generation?” He stops talking, waiting for
Two: I concentrate on Danbury with all my might, trying to push my power through my wrist and into the bracelet.
Three: Nothing happens.
Chapter 9.
Lucas groans, and after I look to my left it’s impossible to tear my eyes away.
Kendaja straddles his lap, her dress riding high on her creamy white legs, and rests her arms loosely on his shoulders, thin fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. A scream builds inside me, and with it the desire to knock her sideways, but I can’t do the second so I don’t do the first, either.
Instead I stare, wishing I could light fires with my eyes instead of just my skin.
“So pretty handsome nice you are, Water, and smells okay too, but not like Air, no, not like him at all, not so nice. Still I’ll kiss you, you’ll like it, I’m good, it feels nice…” She leans closer, her lips an inch from Lucas’s.
“So nice,” Kendaja whispers.
My anger turns to terror in an instant, my gaze riveted to her cherry-red lips inching closer and closer to Lucas’s. He presses his lips into a tight line and tries to jerk to the side, but her arms clamp down like a vise, holding him in place.
A sob spills from my throat. “No, please. Don’t touch him, please, stop.”
The sound of doors banging open silences my teary begging.
“Wait.” A familiar voice halts Kendaja’s lips, although they’re touching Lucas and he’s holding perfectly still. The saliva from her mouth cuts his top lip open, the crack slicing deeper with each passing second.
“What is the meaning of this?” At the Prime’s question, Kendaja sits back. She doesn’t move from Lucas’s lap and continues to run her fingers through his hair, down his body, but she’s careful not to touch skin and doesn’t harm him further… for now. Blood coats his mouth and chin like the beard my Portland father likes to grow.
Deshi strides past the three of us without looking, approaching the Prime and Zakej on their bench. Kendaja twists around, still sitting on Lucas but no longer touching him, and the heat slowly bleeds out of me.
Their voices are low but the room isn’t built to keep secrets. Words bounce off the walls and high ceiling, hitting my ears louder than they were uttered.
“I’m going to ask you one more time. What is the meaning of this?” the Prime demands.
Zakej is surprisingly silent, watching Deshi through wide eyes. It almost appears as though he’s worried about our fourth, as though perhaps in the course of bringing Deshi around to their way of thinking, the two of them have actually become friends.
“I don’t think you should kill them.” Deshi’s voice is steadier than mine would be, addressing the Prime Other.
It also occurs to me that when he’s talking to me about the Others he uses the term we , but now it’s you , a clear separation between himself and them. It sprouts a beam of hope inside me, but I stomp on it. The Prime probably doesn’t see Deshi as one of them any more than he sees the three of us that way. It doesn’t mean anything.
“And why not?” The Prime’s lazy question doesn’t fool me. He’s about to snap and probably sentence Deshi along with us.
“I’ve been thinking—”
“Not again,” Zakej says playfully.
I swear Deshi blushes, leaving me more confused than ever about what’s going on between them, and where it might leave the three of us.
“Where have you been, anyway?” The Prime narrows his eyes at our fourth, who looks away. The question burns a painful fire in my stomach, and not knowing where this is going leaves me feeling helpless.
“Talking to the Elements. Like you asked me to.” The statement shoots curiosity past my discomfort and fear. “And seeing Apa made me think, what if one of them tries it again? Suicide? Or what if we’re the only four Elemental offspring you’re going to get this generation?” He stops talking, waiting for
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