Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy)
shock, sure enough, my tail
transformed back into legs.
    He kept holding me and this red light
flashed in his silver eyes. His stare became intense, maybe even
wicked and he sat me down.
    I realized then that I was entirely
naked. With everything that had happened I hadn’t even noticed. I
was so happy to just have my legs back.
    He walked over to the wall and a ball
of light shot out of his hand, apparently unintentionally. At once,
he grabbed it out of the air, nodded his head, and it
disappeared.
    I would have thought it was entirely
shocking and weird, but after my puberty experiences today, nothing
seemed impossible. I quickly grabbed my robe that I had washed and
was hanging to dry. I put it on; the wings poked out from beneath
and left a big bulge under the damp fabric. “Why are you here?” I
asked suddenly. “I thought you wanted to stay away from
me.”
    “ I do,” he responded
darkly, not looking at me.
    “ Then, why’d you barge into
my cell?” His features really were perfect. “I’m dressed now,” I
added.
    He turned to me. “It’s better if you
don’t ask questions.” He seemed distracted.
    I rolled my eyes. “Ok,” my voice was
sarcastic.
    “ Happy birthday,” he said
in a lighter mood.
    “ What? How’d you know it’s
my birthday?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “I just know
things.” He seemed entertained with his thoughts.
    “ Then, can you tell me
what’s happening to me?”
    He looked at the stone floor and then
glanced back up at me through his thick black lashes. “You’re a
josephine,” he chuckled.
    I shook my head lightly and closed my
eyes. “What’s a josephine?”
    He was still smiling. “You have the
powers and the characteristics of both the mermaid and the faerie.
That combination is called a josephine.”
    “ And how come you’re not
surprised?”
    “ I have to go back.” He
nodded toward his cell. “You can hide your wings through a
command—the same way you did with your legs.”
    “ So, you never answered me.
Why did you come here? You want to be friends now or something?” I
looked down for a moment feeling embarrassed.
    “ Friends?” he tightened his
lips like he was trying to suppress his amusement. “I can’t stay
away from you anymore. I’ve given up for now. But, I’m not a good
friend for you.”
    “ What do you
mean?”
    “ You should stay away from
me.” His gaze was hopeful, almost childlike.
    “ You’re not a bad
person.”
    “ Is that what you think?”
He laughed and walked back over to the hole in the wall. When he
turned back to me, his eyes smoldered as he gazed at me.
    “ What?” I said more as a
statement than as a question.
    He shook his head side to side as if
he was waking from a dream. Then he smiled at me with a charming
crooked grin that made me tingly all over and crawled away through
the wall.
     
    19
    After several tries, I managed to get
my wings to fold up into my back with a command like Shaul taught
me. My mind was racing now with so many thoughts.
    I had numerous questions
unanswered—questions about how in the world I became a josephine
and even more questions regarding Shaul and his strange behaviors.
Nothing made sense and I couldn’t stop thinking about the
mysterious boy on the other side of the wall who seemed unfazed by
the fact that I had turned into some sort of mythical creature, so
I decided to count the stones on the walls. That was the most
boring thing I could do and I hoped it would help me
relax.
    It was no good though. I lost track
after about one hundred and fifty, so I gave up on that. It just
depressed me anyway, reminding me that I was eternally locked away
in a dungeon.
    In my agitation, I leaned against the
wall separating my cell from Shaul’s. It was strange—once I
positioned myself against the stones, I could swear I felt Shaul’s
heart beating right into mine. The sound and rhythm of his blood
pumping filled my essence. It aroused me and made me yearn to press
my body up against

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