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| Emily's Trial, Book 2 of the Akasha Chronicle by Natalie Wright Cover Model, Ashley Philips |
The shock of the crisp October air felt
refreshing. It was chilly and smelled of fallen leaves. The moon was high and
large, about three quarters full. The trees were almost bare. There were a few
couples in the yard, most of them pressed close, their lips locked, hands
roaming. I tried not to look because it felt creepy to watch people make out.
Owen walked me to a swinging seat hung
from an enormous oak tree in the middle of the yard. I sat down and felt glad
to have the wood swing beneath me.
“Hey Sporty, why don’t you go inside and
get yourself a drink or something,” Owen said to Fanny.
“Nah, I’m good.” Fanny stood her ground
in front of the swing. I glared at her hard, trying to get her to take the hint
and give me some alone time with Owen. Either she couldn’t see me glare in the
dark, or she chose to ignore me because she didn’t budge.
I was getting pissed as hell at her. I
didn’t need Fanny acting like a mother hen, hovering over me all the time. It’s
like sometimes she and Jake don’t get that we’re growing up. It’s like they
still want everything to be like it was when we were ten or something.
Owen just shrugged his shoulders, sat
down next to me, and he put his arm around my shoulders. He leaned his lips
close to my ear and whispered, “So, you ever go anywhere without the pest?”
I threw my head back and let out a huge
laugh. He hit the nail on the head.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good to know,” he whispered back then
gently flicked his tongue into my ear. The flames of my passion were licking
upward from my loins. I was thinking hard to Fanny to scram. But Fanny has zero
telepathic skills, and she pretty much sucks at reading body language too so
she didn't get the hint to scram. Is she
hoping to watch us make out or something? Fanny sticking around was
starting to feel like prying, not protection.
Owen kept his arm around my shoulder but
removed his tongue and lips from my ear. Suddenly, my ear felt cold, and a
shiver ran through me. Owen seemed to know the effect he had on me. He wore a
look of smug satisfaction on his face.
“So, Sporty, since you won’t take a hint
and beat it, entertain me. What sports do you play?”
“Volleyball, softball, basketball.”
“Aren’t you kinda short for basketball?”
“Guard,” she said.
Riveting conversation, and not nearly as
entertaining as having Owen's tongue in my ear. Owen must have thought so too
because he changed the subject quickly.
“Emily, my Miss Magic. Pretty impressive
what you did back there with supreme jerk of the evening, Tad. I want to
apologize for those knuckle draggers.”
“It’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. You’re smart, not one of
those sycophant bimbos usually hanging around with us. They’re not used to
girls who have more to offer than just someone pretty to look at and make out
with.”
I’m not sure if he was trying to
compliment me or not. Was he saying I was cute and smart? Or was he
excepting me out of the category of girls pretty enough to look at and make out
with?
“What about you, Owen? Are you
interested in more than just someone to make out with?” asked Fanny.
“I’m here with you two instead of in
there. What do you think?”
Fanny’s face softened then, and she seemed
to relax a little.
“So answer me this Miss Magic. Aren’t
you bored with just spinning drunk assholes in the air?”
Of course I was. My boredom had gotten
so pathetic, I'd stooped to dropping salads on Greta.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
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