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But he grinned at me languidly as if he knew where my attention had gone.
He stepped closer to the edge.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him. “Do notdareto even think about entering this pool.”
“Why?” he asked. “Is itsacred?”
The mockery dripped from his tongue.
“Considering you’re my enemy, you sure do love commenting on our surrounds,” I said, hoping to distract him. “Anybody else would be thinking of ways to tear it down.”
His eyes glimmered with torment. “Oh, don’t you worry your witchy head about it. I shifted yesterday and clawed through the story on your cavern wall. I didn’t understand it, so I didn’t know if it was important.”
He was nonchalant, shrugging, and fury rose up in me.
“Youdidn’t,” I seethed.
“Why don’t you get out and check?” He asked, giving me a deep once-over. “Show me that ass while you’re at it.” He mockingly blew me a kiss, as if the other night truly had meant nothing to him.
“Careful,” I bit out. “You almost sound like youdohave feelings about the other night.”
Zephyr glared at me. “I have no feelings, Adalyn.”
“Sure,” I said, smirking to mask the pain that was burrowing into my chest. Why did I care so much? I had convinced myself I didn’t, so why did it hurt me to know he felt nothing for me?
The gratification of my body used as a mocking thing dug into my soul sensitively.
Hey, Witch, show us your tits.
You’re a witch, but I’ll make you my bitch.
Is your pussy magic, too?
I remembered the taunts from idiots at high school as I’d gone through puberty, lashing out with power I hadn’t harnessed yet.
“Did I strike a nerve, Adalyn?” he asked, cocking his head, feigning care.
“No,” I snapped.
“Here, let me come comfort you.”
He went to get into the pool, torment glinting in his eyes.
Fine, I thought, feeling my powers gather in me.If he wants to give me unwanted memories, then I’ll see how he likes them back.
Chapter 12 - Zephyr
I stepped into the pool.
The water immediately crashed over my head, unnaturally strong for a small body of it. It dragged me under, pulling me down into green depths where water bubbled away through cracks in the rock.
I opened my eyes and grunted against the current that held me, holding my breath, but it was steadfast, keeping me under.
And then I saw him: my brother.
I screamed enough that a flood of water rushed into my throat, clogging my lungs. I choked and wheezed, but the water didn’t give. It held me down there like a vice around my body. I convulsed, my eyes wide, and on the swimming figure coming towards me.
His face was pulled into a smile, his hair longer than mine, always parted in the middle the way our mom hated.
