I scowl at Orion as I snatch my envelope off the table in front of me. Laila sighs and picks up hers too, much calmer than me.Orion just sighs, settling back on the couch next to Anton, crossing his arms like Anton is. The boys glance at each other and shrug and I’m struck, again, but that…affinity
“But,” he continues, looking seriously at me. “First, you have to promise not to go searching for him in the Deadlands without me. Because you will, obviously, die.”“Done!” I say, grinning, quite liking the tacit admission that he’ll go with me to find Blythe too.“And,” he continues, “unfortunatel
“I’m not happy with how last night went, Juniper,” Orion says, turning his eyes back to mine. “I wanted to apologize.”Surprise runs through me because…I was not expecting that.“I don’t know if you know this about me,” he continues, walking me again to the edge of the terrace but not wrapping an ar
My lips curl into a smile. “Again,” I whisper, shaking my head softly. “Such a freak.”A laugh spills over his lips, but the noise ends the moment he presses his mouth to mine.And damn me, I don’t stop him.I don’t make a single move, not at all, as my eyes flutter shut.The kiss is soft, and gentl
“Anton,” I sigh, shaking my head, “you’re going to think I’m so stupid –““I promise you,” he insists, “I’m not. Please, June.”I sigh again, pulling back a little, taking a deep breath. Anton lets me go and I cross my arms over my chest, feeling terribly self-conscious. But I close my eyes, pretend
“Yes, please, June,” Anton groans. “Please, I’m begging you – change out of that and then burn it.”I laugh again, flapping a hand at him. “Fine, fine,” I sigh. “Well, then, what would you suggest I wear?”When I appear at the auditorium where the show will be held, my hand firmly in Nic’s and Anton
Anton steps close to me, putting a ghost hand on my shoulder as I stare at the piano, my knees locked, my whole body tense and starting to tremble slightly.“Easy, girl,” he murmurs, calming and soft.I glance up at him, a glare narrowing my eyes. “Stop talking to me like a horse.”A laugh bursts fr
I gasp when she produces the first one, but then they keep coming every time Laila pinches her fingers together – pop! Appearing from nowhere. The bubbles begin to fill the stage in a beautiful, magnificent way, and Laila by some trick or magic begins to unfold the curves of her dress so that it str