Tessa has a secret--one that draws the unwanted attention of a hidden world beyond our own. When an innocent game turns deadly, she's guilt-ridden, determined to set things right for the guy she loves. But can she save his soul before time runs out...
LOOK at me! That twice in one week? Woo...I'm on a roll. Hope you like the latest installment. :)
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Lydia groaned and let the door close. She wouldn't chase after me. If she didn't grab a piece of fruit or something from the cafeteria before class, her hypoglycemia would kick in, and she'd be shaking by lunchtime.
Shifting my weight, I swayed from one foot to the other. I leaned hard on my left leg and Jake mirrored me, then at the last excruciating moment, I deked around him. I bolted for the door, my ankle screaming in pain. Before I got halfway to the entrance, Jake reappeared blocking my path, right in front of the door. He was quick, I'd give him that. My only options left were to go through him, go around him, or God help me—face him.
None of those appealed to me, but I wasn't backing down. My throbbing ankle screamed for me to stop. I ignored the pain and ran full speed at Jake, hoping he'd dodge out of my way. I threw out my hand and reached for the door handle.
Jake smirked, squared his stance and held out his arms ready to prevent my escape. With the difference in our size, if he were in the flesh, I would've needed a bulldozer to move him.
My fingers brushed the metal latch, and a firm tug around my waist yanked me off my feet. What the?
"Got ya." He chuckled.
The school's brick walls and planters dimmed. His arms wrapped tight around me. How the hell did he do that? Astral plane blue tinted our surroundings, and the glow of my sword strapped to my back pushed the darkness away. I squirmed trying to breach his hold. He let out a triumphant laugh and pulled me closer.
"Jake McGee, let me go right now!"
His earthy musk scent laced the air and threatened to break my resolve. God, he smelled good. His muscular chest pressed against my back, and he breathed softly against my neck sending shivers down my arms.
He brushed my ear with the tip of his nose. "Now, if you promise to behave and not use that sword of yours, I'll let you go."
"No. I'm not telling you anything."
"Suit yourself. I have forever, you, on the other hand, are going to be late for class. And who teaches that class?" he said in a sarcastic tone.
Given we were both in first class together, he knew exactly who taught it—Mrs. Kennedy, and after last night's escapades, her tolerance for tardiness would be equal the grand sum of zero.
Jake adjusted his grip like he was preparing to hold me all day if necessary. Even though I wasn't facing him, I knew he a had a big smirk plastered on his face.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Maybe not yesterday—but today?" His breath tickled my skin as he spoke. "Anything's possible. How about you turn around and give me a chance?"
