Jackson lets out a sharp, impatient snarl, and Jesse laughs, giving me a little shove towards him. “All right, all right, I’m sorry, take him.”I stumble forward a step into Jackson’s arms, where I’m wrapped up tight. “You’re being very indiscreet, you know,” I murmur, wrapping my arms as far as the
Jackson has to pull me back into my seat when I try to jump up before the truck even stops. I scowl at him but he just smirks at me.As soon as the truck pulls to a stop, though, he lets me go and I move swiftly for the back. Something in the back of my mind registers all of the other Cadets likewis
Tony…floats.He blinks in and out of consciousness, seeing flashes of the world beneath, between, and around him. Sometimes he’s awake for a few moments or more, and then he starts to panic – because where…where is he?Where is he in space, in time but also…where is he? His body? His…his mind?His w
“Holy crap,” Tony murmurs, running a shocked hand through his hair. “What the hell did she get herself into?”The Goddess laughs, a light and tinkling sound. “Oh, Ariel’s getting all the attention right now, but my Juniper…” she sighs, shaking her head and looking into the distance almost as if she’
I lean hard against Jackson, half awake.We’re given the rest of the day to rest with plans to ship us back to school that night. Most of my fellow Cadets and friends sleep in the tents provided for us, but I’m unable to find rest. Instead I just sit in a weird little waking coma of grief, staring i
I press a hand to his cheek and lift my chin to kiss him softly – not something I usually do in front of my brother and my cousin. But everyone lets it pass today.“What is it?” I sigh, feeling stronger with Jackson’s support as I look over at Rafe and Jesse in the afternoon light that streams throu
I open my mouth to say more, to explain everything, but Jackson wraps a gentle hand around my arm.“They already know about what Blythe said about Juniper,” Jackson whispers to me. I turn my face up to him in surprise. “I told them when you were in the shower.”“We have a call out to mom,” Rafe says
“No,” she says, looking up at Jesse and shaking her head. “He was my little companion. It was very comforting, having him here. Plus, I wasn’t allergic to him like I am other cats. And he didn’t eat or need to go to the bathroom.”“See? Perfect pet.” He beams down at her and I’m struck again by just