Eternity by M.E. Timmons

to do anything back at Pembrook.”
    “Plus there’s
so much more to do here, and the library’s infinitely better.”
    Jack laughed.
“You and your libraries. You could live in one and be perfectly
content.”
    “Only if you
were there with me,” I said, laughing as well.
    I managed to
convince Jack to go with me to the library then, though he grumbled
about it. He said it was unnatural to spend time in a library when
one was on break, but he came on the condition that he was allowed
to bring his hot chocolate, which I agreed to as long as he put a
lid on it to prevent it from spilling on any precious books. That
just made Jack laugh at me more.
    He sat at a
table and looked through a book about Russia, though only because
it was full of pictures. He wasn’t quite as fond of reading as I
was, to say the least. I went looking for books about auras, though
I was pretty sure I had read all of the ones in the library
already.
    I finally found
an ancient one that I hadn’t read yet that was on the wrong shelf.
It sat in between two books of crochet patterns. I had no idea what
those were doing in the library.
    I found what I
was looking for almost right away, though I was disappointed that
it didn’t say more. I had flipped to a random page and it was right
there on the top. The author had written that the only known white
auras were those of the two gods, Amun and Isadora. Both were
rumoured to have bright white auras that were almost blinding,
though they were rarely seen and often hid their auras to escape
detection by those who could see them.
    “Find what you
were looking for?” a voice asked from behind me. It startled me so
badly I actually dropped the book on the floor. Adrian reached by
me and picked it up before I could do so myself. He looked at the
cover. “A book about auras? I can’t say that I was expecting
that.”
    “Well I can’t
say that I was expecting you to be here,” I said, trying to calm my
suddenly frenzied heart. “I thought you’d gone like almost everyone
else.” I tried to grab the book from him, but he held it out of my
reach, flipping through the pages.
    “I guess you
didn’t bother to ask your friend over there if I was still here.
I’m curious, was that because you didn’t care, or was it because
you didn’t want him to know that you were looking for me?” He
asked. He grinned at me in a way that made me want to hit him,
which was unusual for me, since I didn’t have violent tendencies. I
glared at him instead.
    “Have a nice
day,” I said sarcastically, and tried to stalk off. I couldn’t
because he had grabbed my arm when I turned away, and he had a
strong grip.
    “Juliet, wait a
second. You never answered my question.”
    I shivered
slightly when he said my name. It was the first time I ever heard
him say it. “Which question?” I asked angrily, trying to hide my
reaction.
    “The first
one,” he answered. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
    “Hey man, back
off,” I heard Jack say from behind me. I jumped at the sound of his
voice. Adrian, however, did not let go of my arm. He continued to
wait for an answer.
    “What
difference does it make to you?” I snapped. “You stopped talking to
me weeks ago.”
    “Juliet, come
on,” Jack said. “Let’s go see if lunch is ready.”
    Adrian
continued to ignore him. “I was angry, and I still am, but that
doesn’t stop me from being curious.”
    “It should,” I
said, and pulled away from his hand. He didn’t stop me that time
when I turned around and left with Jack.
    “What was that
all about?” Jack asked cautiously once we were sitting in the
cafeteria.
    “Nothing,” I
said, taking a bite of food to avoid talking further.
    “It didn’t look
like nothing. Adrian looked possessive and you looked angry. Is
there something going on?” Jack asked, sounding sad. It hurt me for
him to feel that way, which is probably why I never mentioned
Adrian around him. He didn’t even know that he was in my