“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
“Wait,” I say at breakfast, half a piece of bacon already on its way to my mouth, “what do you mean we don’t have class tomorrow?” “It’s Friday, shrimp cousin,” Jesse says, smirking at me. “Are you aware of these things they call weekends?” “Don’t be cute, Jesse,” I snap, glaring at him, which o
My breath is all swept from my chest as my butt hits the floor, my hand going instantly to my nose. I gasp, my eyes smarting as I wonder whether or not I’m bleeding – “Oh my god,” a voice says, “what the hell are you doing!?” My eyes instantly snap up because obviously, obviously it’s not a piec
I’m absolutely buzzing with energy as Jackson and I emerge through the castle door and out into the sunshine. I keep stealing glances up at him, which he either doesn’t notice or pretends not to, his defined features set in their usual harsh lines. I, however, cannot keep the smile from my face. W
“Jackson,” I murmur, shaking my own head now. And then I hesitate, wondering if I should ask. He lifts his chin towards me, seeing the question in my eyes and telling me to ask. “Why don’t you want to tell anyone what you can do, especially if you know?” He sighs, even more serious than he was