Page 40 of Firestorm
My closest friend liked to pretend he was noble, refusing my plan for him to work as my personal guard, giving us unlimited free time tohave fun. He took his big boy job rather seriously, which was why I refused to believe he’d have let inconclusive Link-testing results slide.
I also didn’t believe in coincidences. There were too many strange happenings around my newfound obsession, and I didn’t like that.
I wanted to know everything about her.
Hence thelightstalking.
Aiden whispered something in her ear, and she gave him a bored look in response. Aiden laughed silently then leaned back to stretch. I almost growled at how Skye’s silver eyes flicked down to take a look at Aiden’s abs that showed as his t-shirt rode up.
His eyes opened and seemed to lock onto mine for just a moment. He narrowed his gaze slightly, then looked from me to another dark corner of the catwalk.
I grinned. I was perfectly invisible here.
But then dread curled in my gut.
I’d known Aiden since we were young. Our parents were friends.
If Aiden was sensing my presence nearby…
I breathed out sharply.
Surely fate wouldn’t have matched me to a male Key?
I was not into dudes.
Although, Aiden wasn’t horrible looking, all things considered. He had a certain charm, with his boyish dimples and his perpetually messy hair…
Wait. I blinked several times. What the fuck? Did I just check out Aiden Brandt?
Skye suddenly paused her doodling, her eyes darting toward the professor at the front of the auditorium.
“Teles shouldn’t have to hide,” A kid at the front was saying. “No one can control what affinity we’re born with. Why should someone be sentenced to death just because others are scared? And why are some Teles allowed to live? Who decides what a ‘dangerous’ Tele is and isn’t?”
I almost snorted. The perceptive little shit clearly had no sense of self-preservation. That type of talk would have my father inciting a riot.
“I didn’t realize this class was full of progressives,” a kid near Skye sneered.
“Shut the fuck up, Anton.” Aiden hissed.
“Make me, mama’s boy.” The kid spat back.
My shadows vibrated along my arms. Just as I weighed the pros and cons of revealing myself and doing something to punish the little asshole, he gasped loudly. The water from his water bottle overflowed onto his desk and splashed across his face, chest, and even his books and backpack on the floor.
He sputtered while the students around him snickered.
Sweet little Skye continued bouncing her foot as if nothing happened, her attention on her notes. I smiled. She was…something else.
“Telepaths are normal in our society,” the professor said, completely oblivious to the waterworks. “We don’tkilltelepaths. Although, ones who are particularly powerful tend to be the ones making poor decisions in life. It has less to do with their affinity, and more to do with how they choose to use it.”
I almost laughed. What bullshit.
“Let’s not forget,” the professor said, waving a hand around. “Most powerful telepaths become very unwell mentally soon after awakening. That’s unavoidable.”
I rolled my eyes at that one. I was very much sane. Stalking and obsessing aside.
“What about telekinetics?” A blonde girl piped up.
Skye stopped bouncing her foot.
