“Um,” I say, my face suddenly burning with my blush as I glance downward, not knowing what to say – Or how to feel – Because, I mean, it’s not that I don’t…don’t like it…because I think I do!? I just – this is all very new, and very fast… Luca inhales sharply as he takes in my blush, the direc
I lean forward, wanting to kiss him very much again, but suddenly his words register fully with me and I give a little squeak, sitting up straight. “What?” Luca asks, suddenly concerned. “Wait,” I say, looking at him askance as I let my knees fall on either side of his waist, straddling him with
“I’m serious, Luca!” I say, looping my arms around his neck and forcing myself to pout a little, wanting him to be just a little more serious. “I mean…” I blush lightly, because I know I’m going to sound naïve but…well, I want to know. “You can’t have loved them all. Did you love…any of them?” “A
When I wake up the next morning, I am in an absolute daze of joy. Rafe just smiles at me as he passes my nook on the way to the bathroom, happy to see me happy, but Jesse immediately knows what’s up as I stretch my arms over my head, unable to keep the smile off of my face. “Ugh, it’s so unfair,
Are we okay? I ask quietly mind-to-mind, and Luca’s face instantly softens. Ariel, of course we’re okay, he replies, shaking his head slightly as he slips his hand into mine beneath the table. I’m not mad at you – I just don’t trust that guy. But you and me? We’re fine. I smile then, pleased to
“Please,” Alvez murmurs, gesturing towards – of all places – his desk. As I hesitate, he sinks into his rolling chair, which scoots back a few inches. Seeing my confusion, his smile grows. “I’m unfortunately low on seating in this little room – castles, such wide sweeping halls, such…tiny little wor
But how do I get the upper hand here? Or, at least, get out of this? “No developments in my magic,” I snap, though my voice is soft, almost a whisper as I stare tensely down into his face, wondering what the hell he’s going to do next. “Not since the marble.” “Ah, yes, the fascinating marble,” A
Alvez glares at my mate, who leans his heavily muscled body so, so casually against the wall by the window. And I realize, quite suddenly, that Alvez is playing a very, very tricky game here. Because while he is the professor, and does have power over Jackson… I mean, he can’t exactly make Jackson