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Instant peace.
“Will I be able to do that one day?” I stared at her silver-glittered hand where it rested near my shoulder.
“Since you’re the first of your kind, no one is sure what you’ll be capable of. Though I suspect great things.” She winked and grabbed an old leather-bound book from the shelf above my desk.
My dad had given me that poetry book for my eighteenth birthday. He’d said it belonged to my mother. I had browsed it once, but the poems read like Shakespeare, and I couldn’t understand a word.
She handed me the book. “Thishas all the information you need.”
“I can’t read this.” I set it on the desk. “I’ve tried. I don’t understand it.”
“Try again. You might see it differently.” Raysa waved and then disappeared in a silver twister.
12
Too Cool For A Halfsie?
Something brushed my cheek, stirring me awake. Eyes closed, I swiped at my face, thinking it was a hair. When I felt it again—this time, warm and tingly, like static electricity—I heard Caiden’s voice.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
I rolled onto my back.
Caiden was beside me on the bed. His eyes glowed, casting dim light around the dark room, and his hair glimmered with streaks of gold.
“Am I dreaming?” I asked groggily.
“I had to come. I didn’t like how you left and how I handled things.”
I rubbed my eyes and stretched. The covers slipped to my waist.
Caiden glanced over my body, taking in my tank top and boyshorts.
I yanked the comforter up to my chin.
He reached across me and picked up the poetry book. “Did you read this?”
“Not yet.” I sat up and rested my back against the pillows. As usual, my wild hair was all over my face. I spit, blinked, and wrestled the wayward strands away.
When I finished, one side of Caiden’s lips lifted with a familiar grin.
It reminded me of the old him—myCaiden. Could part of him still exist in this intimidating-looking being?
The weird pulling sensation I’d felt at the manor resurfaced. Stronger than before, the desire to move close to him, to touch him, nearly overpowered me.
To ensure I didn’t, I clasped my hands together in my lap and stared at them.
Caiden put a finger under my chin and lifted my face until I met his gaze. “Talk to me.”
“It’s hard to talk to you when you look like this.” I gestured at him.
“I thought we were past that.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” What was wrong with me? Gorgeous didn’t begin to describe him, but all I wanted was to seemyCaiden’s face. I missed it.
“Would you like me to change back?” His voice dipped with pain. “Would that make you more comfortable?”
Yes. “Only if you want to,” I said, remembering I couldn’t lie. “You made it pretty clear yesterday that you didn’t want to wear your glamour around me. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Not for me. I’m not the one who needs comforting. I didn’t lose someone.”
