“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
“Don’t you just want to see what else you can melt, Clark?” Jackson asks on a long inhale of breath, looking at me with sad eyes. “Come on, I bet you could melt this whole tree if you wanted to.” “Well, one, that’s not good for the environment,” I say, rolling my eyes at him – which makes him laug
“I suppose,” I murmur, turning my head. “Though didn’t you get bored, when everyone else was asleep? And like, get sick of the taste of food?” “Yes!” he says, his eyes going wide as he laughs. “That’s exactly what happened – and nobody gets that. Like, after eighteen blackberry pies…you never want
We spend a long time under that tree as Jackson tells me the long story about how he stayed up for three weeks in a row, only giving in because he was so incredibly bored by the end of it. About how he just wandered around at night all alone, doing chores and going for runs just to have something to
And I grin, and twist the handle, pressing into the room. Dr. Neumann looks over at me, clearly annoyed. “And what emergency has kept you away today, Cadet Clark?” “Apologies, sir,” I say, hurrying to my seat. “No emergencies. Just…lost track of time…studying.” “Your tardiness will make itself
I stand back, looking confusedly between Rafe and Jesse. “What?” I ask my brother and my cousin, “what’s so funny?’ “Ari,” Rafe says, shaking his head at me as he puts a hand around my elbow and tugs me towards the door. “Not hitting on your friends? That has never been a rule.” “That has always
“I’ve been walking through this castle alone for years, sire,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. “And not once have I been accosted.” “Oh yeah?” Rafe asks. “What’s your secret?” “Pepper spray,” she says with a shrug, making both of us laugh. “No, but really,” she continues with a grin, “s
“Because,” Daphne says, giving a happy little sigh and taking a long sip of her wine, “you’re right – the boys here would throw themselves at my feet just because I’m the only girl here – at least, the only admitted girl here.” I raise my glass in toast to her, conceding the point. “But,” she co