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I was practically thrown back into my seat by an invisibe force, my back slamming against the upholstered backrest. Avery didn't even flinch. Wincing, I glared at him. "You should really learn how to treat a lady."

"Anna, do you want to forget me? Yes or no," he asked again, his tone steeling and icy. An undertone of urgency was buried there, and confusedly, I raised a brow.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because maybe you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass everytime I try to talk to you," he snapped, making me flinch.

"Did I hurt your oh-so-precious feelings," I asked, watching as pain seeped into his features.

I kept my promise, Anna. I can't really blame you for keeping yours, he thought, making me feel guilty. Despite the anger and hurt I felt, a new wave hit me, unfamiliar feelings tagging along for the ride. It took me a moment to realize they were his. Red hot anger ate at my chest; deep blue sadness licked at my heart; blinding hope held onto me; tingling, glowing love cloaked me in nostalgic buzz. Desite what you think, Anna, I want to keep you safe.

I looked up, into those eyes that never held one true color, and felt that armor I had saddled on begin to chink and dent like a crumpled can.

"Avery," I breathed, closing my eyes and kissing my bottom lip, "what are we? How did you... move the book?"

"Anna... like I said, I used magic. And, we can do such more than just read the thoughts of the loser gym teachers and horny fifteen year old guys," he insisted, reaching across the table and lifting my chin upwards so I had not choice but to look at him. His touch made me shiver.

"Who are the two kids you brought here? Are they... like us?"

He nodded, biting his bottom lip. "I shouldn't be telling you this. Your grandma meant to keep all of this a secret. She's going to kill me-"

"She knows...?"

"Well..."

"Well, what? Avery, she's been lying to me all this time, hasn't she?" He didn't deny it, and his eyes harbored another emotion, layered underneath the glassy dark irises that haunted my head like clockwork. His hands, cupping my chin, his thumb tracing my jawline like it was addictive, smelled like sandalwood and green woods. I breathed in his scent. 

"Anna," he tried again, his voice calm ocean water on my skin, his hand still cupping my face, "she was going to tell you."

"I-I... I have to go home," I blurted, feeling the world begin to shift, that earthquake beginning to make my knees rattle. Vertigo ate at my stomach, brain,  heart, a plague shadowing me as I shakily stood up. "No! Avery, I-I have to go home!"

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Publication Date: 06-27-2013

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Dedication:
To Nicky Charles, whose books sucked me into the supernatural :D It's my 'first' (or at least published) shot at a paranormal romance, so tell me what you think!