Unless my translation had been wrong?"Kiarr-" Saying his name sounds odd on my tongue. My heart, though, does a little lift inside my chest. "This is not your world or time. Can you find your way back to wherever you came from?""No, ye are in danger here. I will stay and protect ye with my life."
Biting my lip, I dash out of the room, locking the door behind me.I pause in the hallway as the desire to race back inside my room pounds through my chest. Am I having this reaction because of the dream from last night? Was Kiarr the one kissing and touching me?Briefly, I close my eyes, allowing m
I dart through the garden to the gray brick building that houses the necromancy and dark magic classes. My breaths lodge in my chest as I cross the threshold. A strange prickling like tiny raindrops dances across my skin.Even though Melanie is helping out teachers here with some problem, I need to
The zombie's breath of rotten meat and spoiled eggs gags me. I twist, trying to get away."Brana-Brene!" Kiarr shouts.My heart leaps at his voice. I've never been so happy to hear someone in my life. But what can a ghost do? His sword went right through Gwen.Still, I can't bring myself to give up
I blink as sunlight pours into the room and have a huge deja vu moment. Am I back in the hospital? Was everything about going to the Academy a dream?"How are you feeling?" Melanie scoots her chair up next to the bed. "Didn't know you had necromancer skills like that.""Me neither." My voice is hoar
His lips are soft, yet firm and taste like honey. I can't stop myself from kissing him back. I let my mouth open, deepening the kiss. The rumble of approval deep in his throat excites me as do his hands which move from my face to my shoulders, skimming down my arms to my waist. He grabs my ass, haul
My footsteps are sluggish as I walk to Melanie's dorm room. Each step brings me closer to never being able to see Kiarr again. But he can't stay. I mean, he's a ghost and not even my boyfriend. I have Lance- a human -whom I adore. I don't need a phantom man in my life.Things are way too complicated
"No, I wasn't near the line because I remembered what you said about them and I didn't want to accidentally teleport myself to France or somewhere else." Would I ever not be queasy traveling the lines like I did? Wait, why do I care? I won't have to worry about any of this stuff when I'm back home.