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.”“You don’t know that.You don’t even know me.”“Yes, I do.” Micah closes the distance between us quickly.“More than you know.”He surprises me, then.Big time, when he leans forward, grips my chin, and brings his lips down on mine.I hesitate, only because I am stunned stupid, before shoving him away.He presses his face close to mine.“A part of your soul wants this, Kris…”“No!” I shove him again, harder this time, and the sand, the water, the gentle breeze fades from around me.CHAPTER 15I was on my feet before the lingering smell of saltwater faded from my dream-sense.Only one thing was on my mind as I stomped across the room and flung the door open.Micah’s room was just down the hall from mine and, within a matter of seconds, I was barging inside.With a quick glance across the room to Gabby’s sleeping form, I crossed to Micah’s bed.He was stirring, coming out of the dream.When his eyes opened and landed on me, on my furious face, he started to sit.I saw the excuses and reasoning for his actions form behind his clouded eyes, but I didn’t give him a chance to voice them.My fist slammed into his chest, driving him down onto the bed.Keeping my voice barely above a whisper, I snarled, “Don’t you ever, ever, do that again, do you hear me?”For the first time ever, I saw fear in Micah’s eyes as he looked up at me.He didn’t immediately answer, and I didn’t give him the chance to form an excuse-ridden reply.I turned and walked out of his room.My temper was boiling over, and I knew I’d better get far away from him.Before I did something stupid.Just outside my bedroom door, he caught up to me, unaware of the danger he placed himself in.Grabbing me by the elbow, he spun me around.“Are you really this upset because I kissed you? Or because you kissed me back?”“I did—” I hesitated.Just like I had done when he’d kissed me.I hadn’t really kissed him back, but I hadn’t stopped him either.Not right away.“It was a dream, Micah,” I hissed between my teeth.“I’m not really me in my dreams.I’m a different girl.The real me would never kiss you, and you know it.”“Not yet, maybe.But it’s coming.That version of you that will want to kiss me? She’s coming.I can feel it, and I know you can, too.That’s why you’re panicking, sticking your nose in those books all day long, hoping to find a way to prevent it.”“No.” I was a heartbeat away from punching him in the face, and even though he had to know that, he didn’t back up.He stepped closer, pushing me unwillingly against the door.“We’ll see.How you feel about me in the dreams will become a reality, Kris.It’s a part of the connection.You won’t be able to avoid feeling that way about me.”I scoffed.“If I don’t kill you first.” For the first time, I was serious.I didn’t care that the kid was some almighty savior.I couldn’t stand him, and would prefer to have him out of my life.The thought of wringing his neck was starting to give me enjoyment.“We’ll find a way to stop you from turning Skotadi,” Micah responded confidently.“You won’t kill me.”“I won’t have to be a Skotadi,” I threatened viciously, pushing him away from me.Before he formed a reply, the door opened behind me and Callie stepped into the hallway.It only took her a quick glance between Micah and me to see what was going on.“Come with me,” Callie said, grabbing my arm and tugging me after her, away from Micah.Even as the bathroom door shut behind us and Micah was forced out of my sight, I still shook in anger.When everything started to go blurry, I knew I was in trouble.Or Callie.Perhaps she was the one I should have been worried about, being locked in a bathroom with me—the girl who was quickly, after one standoff with Micah, losing the battle over the evil raging inside of her.I suddenly knew exactly what had happened to me that day I’d punched Nathan in the nose.I knew because it was happening again.Anger, so much anger, blurred my vision.I wanted to hurt someone.Anyone would do.“Kris?” Callie turned with a washcloth extended to me.When I didn’t immediately take it, the frown on her face deepened.“Kris? You okay? Your eyes…”I looked down at the floor to shield them from her.My hands hung clenched at my sides.“Here, Kris,” she said, sticking the cloth under my nose.“It might make you feel better.”I swatted it out of her hand, something that sounded similar to a snarl rising in my throat.She bent to pick it off the floor, and I thought about how easy it would be to snuff out her life right then and there.Quick.Easy.Fulfilling.My hands shook as I tried to keep them down, at my sides, but it was as if someone else were moving them for me, toward an unsuspecting Callie.As she stood up, I lifted my gaze to meet hers, and saw her eyes widen in fear.I briefly wondered if it was the excitement of seeing her fear of me, or the sudden intense need to do something to give her a reason to really fear me, that drove me to black out.When I came to, I was floating.I heard voices—two familiar voices—around me.One, the deeper one, above me and close.The other one softer, and farther back, but getting closer.I was moving, I thought.Something big and sturdy had a hold of me and I was moving.I squirmed, trying to move on my own, but the grip on me tightened.“Easy, Kris,” the deep voice—I now recognized as Nathan’s—said.“You’re fine.Just getting you into bed, okay?”A moment later, I was set down on something soft, and I opened my eyes.As they came into focus, they fixated on Callie [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]