“Well,” Jackson whispers, half to himself, “I guess we don’t need to go outside anymore to try to talk to any birds.” “Not unless we want them to melt,” I say, grabbing my knife off of my dinner plate and leaning forward to prod at the glass. There’s a tiny moment of silence before Jackson burst
“Jackson,” I respond, staring up at him, meaning every word, “I promise. Never, not Alvez, not Jesse, not Rafe – nobody.” “And not fucking Grant?” he growls, his expression suddenly harsh. And something about it…I don’t know. I can’t help the grin that twists my lips. “Especially not Grant,” I p
Time at the Academy presents neat little patterns for us, and Rafe, Jesse, and I fall gratefully into them. Because life? It is busy. Every morning Jesse gets me up early, making me go for a run with him even before we go to breakfast. I’d enjoy these moments with my favorite cousin more if I wasn’t
“Don’t worry too much about it,” Ben murmurs from his spot a seat away from me, his voice so soft that he could be talking to himself. “Huh?” I say, looking up at him. He keeps his eyes down, but I see the way his lips turn up. “He’s obsessed with you too, all right?” My jaw drops open a little
“McClintock?” Alvez says, smiling at Jackson. “Anything to report? I am particularly interested in the results of this pairing.” “Why?” Rafe says, the word abrupt. All of our faces turn to brother, Tony leaning around Jackson to get a good look. Alvez just raises his eyebrows. “Why?” Rafe asks
The next hour passes in a blur, so fascinated am I by the lesson. Apparently, my magic is primarily sun magic, if it has something to do with heat. But what I can truly do with it has great deal to do with how much of the other magical categories my magic engages. “Wait so,” Jesse interrupts, his
Alvez smirks at me and lets me know that he’ll send word about time and place, and then we’re released. Jackson nods to me, grabbing his bag. “I’ll send word too,” he says, standing up from his desk and looking towards the door. “Wait,” I say, reaching towards him, wanting him to stop and talk f
But still, he won’t meet me in the dream state. And he seems quite a bit more content than me to just…wait for an opportunity to arise for us to talk in private when I can’t just end the conversation like hanging up a phone. Luca’s right – that was unfair, I had too much control in the dream state