Read Online The Honor Trilogy: Books One, Two, and Three of the Honor Trilogy by J. P. Grider - Free Book Online

was talking to you, Honor. He’s up to something.” Ethan’s hand runs along my lower back while I sit down. He straddles the bench next to me, his hand still warm on my back.
    “He seemed okay, Ethan. He was just making small talk.”
    With Ethan’s right hand still on my lower back, he lays his left hand on my thigh. “He worries me. I can’t tell you why. I really can’t put a finger on it, aside from the fact that he murdered my baby sister, but...,” he pauses a minute, “I still think he’s bad news.”
    My emotions are torn. I feel Ethan’s suspicions, literally. But my own feelings just don’t match up. When in Storm’s presence, the burning in my chest I experienced yesterday is still there, but…so is a sharp pain. Deep down in my soul I can feel the breaking heart of Storm Sutherland.
    Nodding my head, I silently agree with Ethan. How could I tell him that I feel sorry for his eight-year old sister’s murderer?
    Ethan removes his hand from my leg and instead squeezes the bridge of his nose again.
    “Are you all right, Ethan? You shouldn’t let him get to you, really.” I turn and straddle the bench to face him. Taking his hands in both of mine, I close my eyes and try my hardest to remove his hurt.
    Unfortunately, he is on to what I’m doing and pulls his hands from my grasp. “Honor. Stop that. I told you what healing people will do to you. Please, Honor. I’d like you to live a while. If that’s all right with you.”
    He makes me smile. My face grows warm, and I’m thrilled to know he must like me-like me if he intends for me to be around a while. We never did qualify our relationship, so I’ve been having my doubts as to whether he likes me or is just hanging with me because I’m some sort of legend in the empath world. Because I’m the one that got away. Though thanks to Ethan, I’ve now been found. Not sure if I am happy about that or not.
    “What’s the matter, Honor? I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…”
    “No. No,” I jump in.“You didn’t hurt me at all.” In an attempt to hide my smile, I bite the inside of my mouth. Which hurts.
    His fingers touch beneath my chin, gently lifting my face to look at him. “What is it, Honor?”
    Oh his smile is so beautiful. His perfect white teeth are just the right size. Not too big; not too small. For several minutes (or what seems like several minutes), we gaze at each other, assessing what the other is thinking…or feeling, rather. My stomach gets that butterfly effect right in the pit of it, chased by a bunch of tingles that run up and down my limbs. Though I’m sitting, I feel my knees go weak. Ethan’s face is closer. He leans in. Nose to nose. The cafeteria disappears around us until it’s just us. My head tilts to one side, his to the other, when he sets his lips to mine and I close my eyes. His arms wrap around me and I move in closer, allowing the embrace. His sweet lips part just a bit and I feel his tongue separating mine. Parting my own lips, I meet his tongue with mine, and I melt in his kiss. My first kiss. Ever . Time passes, and who knows how long it’s been, but nothing else matters but Ethan’s kiss.
    Until Storm interrupts us with a blatant cough. “Honor. I was wondering if I could talk to you after school about something?” Ethan and I stop kissing, but he keeps his hands on my thighs. Storm’s grin is unreadable; I can’t tell whether he is mocking or serious. But he continues talking to us, though Ethan’s own expression doesn’t welcome any other comments from his half-brother. I know this, because Ethan is only looking at me. Trying hard to ignore the elephant at our lunch table. “So, the thing is,” Storm keeps going, “since brother-dear deems it appropriate to not acknowledge me, I would like to get to know someone here at school and…well, I was wondering if I could get to know you.”
    “That’s it.” Ethan tears his gaze away from me to stand and face Storm. “Get the hell