spend eternity in heaven together? “Is she all right?” was the question I chose to ask. “She was hurt quite badly when you left.”
“She’s doing much better. She wanted me to thank you.” I got the feeling there was something more that had been left unsaid. I didn’t ask what it might be because I wasn’t sure my heart could handle the answer—at least, not today.
“I’m glad. If I could go back in time and change everything that happened that day in front of the gym, I would.”
There was a moment of silence between us, and I felt my heart creeping into my mouth. “I know you would,” he said. His voice was soft, and sweet, and forgiving.
From there the conversation became relaxed and easy, as if we hadn’t missed a beat. We talked school, Maudrina, the Poplarati, that Suze was now dating, everything except the subject of whether or not he was back for good.
“I actually have an ulterior motive for bringing you out here,” he said after breakfast was done and the dishes put away.
I had been staring at his lips for the last several minutes, longing for one of his kisses. “And that is?”
“I wanted a private place for us to begin working on harnessing your abilities.”
It wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting and certainly not what I was hoping for.
He saw the change in my expression. “Megan, I can’t be around all the time. There are forces out there that mean you harm. You need to know how to defend yourself.” He was picking up on his harangue from last night.
He was right, of course. I did need to learn to control the power and the rage that was buried inside of me, but I got the feeling this was happening too soon. His words from last night: there’ll be plenty of time for kissing came to mind, and I wondered if he had been telling the truth.
“I know.”
“Come,” he said, holding his hand out to me. I rose, and together we walked farther into the meadow.
Chapter Ten
He led me to a large maple tree standing alone in the center of the meadow. It had a huge trunk and many wide branches fanning out, creating the only shade around.
“Okay,” he said. “Shake it.”
“The tree?” He nodded. His eyes had again turned serious.
I moved to the tree and attempted to wrap my arms around the trunk, but it was so wide I could only get them halfway around. My chin rested against the coarse bark that smelled of fresh wood. It raked against my arms.
I tried to shake it.
“Not with your hands, silly—with your mind. I want you to shake the branches so it appears that wind is moving through them.”
“I can’t do that. It’s impossible.”
“I believe you can—at least I think you can move it a little. Go ahead and try.”
I looked at him as though he’d gone insane.
“Go ahead. Try,” he urged.
“All right,” I said with little hope. I looked into the upper branches. Okay, branches, shake, I thought. Nothing. I faced Guy and shrugged.
He ran a hand slowly through his hair, and I wondered if he were exasperated with me. “First off, Megan, you have to believe you can do it.” It was almost as if he were talking to a child.
“But I can’t do it.” I replied. I was getting exasperated with him .
“You’ve used your abilities in the past. If you’ve used them once, your mind knows how to use them again.” His voice was calm. Any agitation I’d sensed a moment earlier was no longer there. I nodded.
What he was saying made sense. It was like muscle memory. If you’ve done something once, like hitting a perfect forehand at tennis camp, your muscles remembered how to do it. To do it again, you had to get your mind out of the way and allow muscle memory to take over.
“Okay.” I took a relaxing breath. “I need to reach the part of my mind that knows how to do it. Right?”
“Exactly. Do you remember the name of your first grade teacher?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question. Do you remember or
“She’s doing much better. She wanted me to thank you.” I got the feeling there was something more that had been left unsaid. I didn’t ask what it might be because I wasn’t sure my heart could handle the answer—at least, not today.
“I’m glad. If I could go back in time and change everything that happened that day in front of the gym, I would.”
There was a moment of silence between us, and I felt my heart creeping into my mouth. “I know you would,” he said. His voice was soft, and sweet, and forgiving.
From there the conversation became relaxed and easy, as if we hadn’t missed a beat. We talked school, Maudrina, the Poplarati, that Suze was now dating, everything except the subject of whether or not he was back for good.
“I actually have an ulterior motive for bringing you out here,” he said after breakfast was done and the dishes put away.
I had been staring at his lips for the last several minutes, longing for one of his kisses. “And that is?”
“I wanted a private place for us to begin working on harnessing your abilities.”
It wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting and certainly not what I was hoping for.
He saw the change in my expression. “Megan, I can’t be around all the time. There are forces out there that mean you harm. You need to know how to defend yourself.” He was picking up on his harangue from last night.
He was right, of course. I did need to learn to control the power and the rage that was buried inside of me, but I got the feeling this was happening too soon. His words from last night: there’ll be plenty of time for kissing came to mind, and I wondered if he had been telling the truth.
“I know.”
“Come,” he said, holding his hand out to me. I rose, and together we walked farther into the meadow.
Chapter Ten
He led me to a large maple tree standing alone in the center of the meadow. It had a huge trunk and many wide branches fanning out, creating the only shade around.
“Okay,” he said. “Shake it.”
“The tree?” He nodded. His eyes had again turned serious.
I moved to the tree and attempted to wrap my arms around the trunk, but it was so wide I could only get them halfway around. My chin rested against the coarse bark that smelled of fresh wood. It raked against my arms.
I tried to shake it.
“Not with your hands, silly—with your mind. I want you to shake the branches so it appears that wind is moving through them.”
“I can’t do that. It’s impossible.”
“I believe you can—at least I think you can move it a little. Go ahead and try.”
I looked at him as though he’d gone insane.
“Go ahead. Try,” he urged.
“All right,” I said with little hope. I looked into the upper branches. Okay, branches, shake, I thought. Nothing. I faced Guy and shrugged.
He ran a hand slowly through his hair, and I wondered if he were exasperated with me. “First off, Megan, you have to believe you can do it.” It was almost as if he were talking to a child.
“But I can’t do it.” I replied. I was getting exasperated with him .
“You’ve used your abilities in the past. If you’ve used them once, your mind knows how to use them again.” His voice was calm. Any agitation I’d sensed a moment earlier was no longer there. I nodded.
What he was saying made sense. It was like muscle memory. If you’ve done something once, like hitting a perfect forehand at tennis camp, your muscles remembered how to do it. To do it again, you had to get your mind out of the way and allow muscle memory to take over.
“Okay.” I took a relaxing breath. “I need to reach the part of my mind that knows how to do it. Right?”
“Exactly. Do you remember the name of your first grade teacher?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question. Do you remember or
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