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eyes with Micah. “You have a part to play in building these cities, these modern arks.”
Micah gawked at him, dumbstruck.
Trent’s under some sort of spell ; he never talks like this. He said cities, not city. I didn’t tell him I saw more than one. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Trent cleared his throat, shaking his head . “Man, you’ve been studying some heavy stuff, not sure I want to know anymore.”
Micah grunted . “Tell me about it.”
Trent’s cell phone chimed. Micah watched him dig it out of his jeans, shoot off a text, and then tuck it in his back pocket. “So… we probably can’t do too much more tonight, right?”
Micah cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Well, now that I single handedly solved the world’s problems, we have a little time for a date, right?”
There was much Micah wanted to discuss with Trent, but he knew Trent had one thing on his mind now and it wasn’t visions of fire. It was a brunette with a tight, white T-shirt and brown leather jacket on, standing next to Viola, waiting for them in front of the cafe. Micah glanced at Trent, astonished he could brush such a serious discovery under the rug, like it was no big deal.
It’s just the end of the world.
Gianna smiled up at Trent, her lips a startling shade of red.
I guess with Trent, sometimes hormones win out .
He, on the other hand, was still dwelling on what he needed to do, as they were directed to a free table in the corner. The café was packed with couples, enjoying the mist from the gurgling fountain in the middle of the room, and the serenading violins playing in the background.
I should try to have fun, Micah thought, glancing over at Viola. Her eyes sparkled back at him in the dimly lit room. But he couldn’t forget Trent’s previous statement. I don’t know about construction—how am I going to do this? Micah knew summers spent dry walling hardly qualified him to build a golden, fireproof city. He became aware of Viola’s eyes, staring at him. Did I just tune her out again? I’m a terrible date.
Micah blinked . Oh no, not now! But the vision remained.
The woman in red was perched precariously on top of the Fiat as it darted through streets, passing crowds of people, all of them unaware of her presence.
Micah watched her stand up straight, perfectly balanced on the moving vehicle. She threw her arms out, spreading them like she was about to take flight, her black hair whipping behind her. Her inky eyes scoured the streets as the buildings were replaced by trees. She hissed at the forests whipping past. He was enthralled by her, almost feeling the boiling rage within her. He wondered what was making her so upset, when flames burst across her body. The fire flamed out in all directions, licking her face, arms, and back. He’d never seen anything like it. She was consumed, but not consumed at the same time.
“Micah?” Someone jostled his arm. He wanted to swat them away; it was distracting, making the woman in red hard to see. Then he realized it was Viola’s voice.
Micah closed his eyes, trying to disguise how hard he was panting.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her tone worried, her hand still touching his arm.
He glanced at her. “Yeah, sorry, guess I’m sleep deprived.” He wasn’t sure what he’d been doing or looked like during his vision.
She raised one eyebrow. “Do you want to get out too?”
Huh? Oh, the car’s stopped . The front seats were empty, Gianna and Trent already gone. Staring out his back window, he saw nothing but trees.
“Where are we?”
“A villa,” Viola explained as they climbed out of the car. Micah caught sight of Trent and Gianna disappearing from view into the trees. Bet he doesn’t want to be followed . Great, this should be fun, he thought, unenthused.
Viola shivered and he glanced over. “Are you warm enough?”
Her teeth chattered. “I am all right.”
“It’s pretty cold out here,” Micah observed, as they began ambling through the
Micah gawked at him, dumbstruck.
Trent’s under some sort of spell ; he never talks like this. He said cities, not city. I didn’t tell him I saw more than one. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Trent cleared his throat, shaking his head . “Man, you’ve been studying some heavy stuff, not sure I want to know anymore.”
Micah grunted . “Tell me about it.”
Trent’s cell phone chimed. Micah watched him dig it out of his jeans, shoot off a text, and then tuck it in his back pocket. “So… we probably can’t do too much more tonight, right?”
Micah cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Well, now that I single handedly solved the world’s problems, we have a little time for a date, right?”
There was much Micah wanted to discuss with Trent, but he knew Trent had one thing on his mind now and it wasn’t visions of fire. It was a brunette with a tight, white T-shirt and brown leather jacket on, standing next to Viola, waiting for them in front of the cafe. Micah glanced at Trent, astonished he could brush such a serious discovery under the rug, like it was no big deal.
It’s just the end of the world.
Gianna smiled up at Trent, her lips a startling shade of red.
I guess with Trent, sometimes hormones win out .
He, on the other hand, was still dwelling on what he needed to do, as they were directed to a free table in the corner. The café was packed with couples, enjoying the mist from the gurgling fountain in the middle of the room, and the serenading violins playing in the background.
I should try to have fun, Micah thought, glancing over at Viola. Her eyes sparkled back at him in the dimly lit room. But he couldn’t forget Trent’s previous statement. I don’t know about construction—how am I going to do this? Micah knew summers spent dry walling hardly qualified him to build a golden, fireproof city. He became aware of Viola’s eyes, staring at him. Did I just tune her out again? I’m a terrible date.
Micah blinked . Oh no, not now! But the vision remained.
The woman in red was perched precariously on top of the Fiat as it darted through streets, passing crowds of people, all of them unaware of her presence.
Micah watched her stand up straight, perfectly balanced on the moving vehicle. She threw her arms out, spreading them like she was about to take flight, her black hair whipping behind her. Her inky eyes scoured the streets as the buildings were replaced by trees. She hissed at the forests whipping past. He was enthralled by her, almost feeling the boiling rage within her. He wondered what was making her so upset, when flames burst across her body. The fire flamed out in all directions, licking her face, arms, and back. He’d never seen anything like it. She was consumed, but not consumed at the same time.
“Micah?” Someone jostled his arm. He wanted to swat them away; it was distracting, making the woman in red hard to see. Then he realized it was Viola’s voice.
Micah closed his eyes, trying to disguise how hard he was panting.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her tone worried, her hand still touching his arm.
He glanced at her. “Yeah, sorry, guess I’m sleep deprived.” He wasn’t sure what he’d been doing or looked like during his vision.
She raised one eyebrow. “Do you want to get out too?”
Huh? Oh, the car’s stopped . The front seats were empty, Gianna and Trent already gone. Staring out his back window, he saw nothing but trees.
“Where are we?”
“A villa,” Viola explained as they climbed out of the car. Micah caught sight of Trent and Gianna disappearing from view into the trees. Bet he doesn’t want to be followed . Great, this should be fun, he thought, unenthused.
Viola shivered and he glanced over. “Are you warm enough?”
Her teeth chattered. “I am all right.”
“It’s pretty cold out here,” Micah observed, as they began ambling through the
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