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I cleared my throat, not looking away. “I wouldn’t ask Sam to choose.”

“I might.”

My heart began thumping again as I considered his words and the malevolent way he said them. I didn’t want to antagonize him and make our relationship worse, but I didn’t want him to think he could threaten me this way, either. Turns out, it didn’t matter because Sam came out of the bathroom. I stared at Logan, wondering if he would show his bad side to Sam for once.

Of course he didn’t. He transformed himself in seconds. It was like flipping a switch inside him. He turned into the sweet, devoted brother in a flash. It almost made me wonder if I had been imagining the cold way he looked at me.

Almost.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked, his eyes going between Logan and me. Could he feel the tension in the space?

I turned back to the sink, finishing up the dishes.

“Sam!” Logan said. “Gran’s having a cookout.”

“Cool, huh? Hey, why don’t you go grab the football? We’ll bring it with us and throw it around.”

“Awesome.” Logan went over to the far corner of the room and began digging through a plastic laundry basket filled with odds and ends.

Sam came up next to me, his eyes appraising as I dried my hands on the dish towel and hung it to dry.
Are you okay?

I’m good.
I wondered if I should tell him what Logan said.

You can tell me anything.

I know. Really, I’m fine.
Instead of staring into his sincere honey eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. The feel of his arms was reassuring and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again I saw Logan standing there, staring at me. The innocence in his eyes once again vanished. In fact, I thought I saw a shot of an orange color— kind of like the first lick of a flame.

I looked away.
I love you, Sam.

I love you, too.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, searching.

I smiled.

“Ready?” Logan asked, jogging to the door, clutching the football.

“Let’s go,” Sam said.

“Let me just put this away,” I said, stacking the dried dishes and opening the cupboard.

“You don’t need to do that,” Sam said, coming back to my side.

“I don’t mind.” I lifted the bowls and slid them into the cupboard. For a split second, my vision seemed to change and instead of the inside of the cabinet I swear it looked like I was reaching into a nest of snakes. I jerked back my hands and a bowl crashed to the floor, shattering.

“Crap!” I swore and bent to pick up the broken shards.

“Be careful,” Sam cautioned, bending down to help. But it was too late and a piece of glass stuck my finger and blood welled to the surface. Sam swore and grabbed the dish towel and wrapped it around my finger.

“Let me get this,” he said.

I looked back up at the cabinet and it looked exactly as it should. My head was pounding and I knew it was the headache that was making my eyes play tricks on me.

“Let me see,” Sam said, holding out his hand.

I removed the dish towel, tossing it in the sink and looked down. “It’s just a scratch.”

Sam took my hand in his and studied the cut. A muscle in his jaw ticked once. Twice. Then he looked up. “All right?”

“Yes. Sorry about the bowl.”

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged and clasped my hand in his, being careful of the new injury. Logan was standing in the open doorway, watching us. I had the sudden urge to tattle on him like a school girl. But I didn’t. I held my breath. I swear I thought he smiled before turning and racing down the stairs toward the truck.

He was so positive that Sam would chose him if forced to pick. I never intended to allow things to go that far. Someone who really loved Sam wouldn’t ask him to choose. So what did that say about Logan?

Chapter Eight

Heven

Summer air rushed through the windows and pushed against my skin, forcing the uneasiness I felt about Logan toward the back of my mind. It was the warm breeze coupled with the blue cloudless sky that made me want an afternoon of summer fun filled with hot dogs, fruit salad and football in the grass. I wanted to enjoy this rare, work-free afternoon with Sam. Who cared if the only reason we got it was because I almost drowned this morning? I didn’t and we were here. What was wrong with wanting a little summer bliss?

I was feeling pretty relaxed by the time we arrived back at Gran’s, energized by the idea of such a wonderful afternoon. Even Logan seemed a little more laid back. With Sam’s hand wrapped around mine and his solid thigh pressed alongside my own, the day’s drama was almost out of my mind.

Unfortunately, my positive mood was short-lived.

When the house came into view so did the cars parked beside it. The steering wheel jerked in Sam’s hands and he glanced over at me before driving on.

What the hell is he doing here?
he said.

What on Earth is she doing here?
I said.

This day keeps on getting better.

Logan seemed oblivious to our drop in mood. As soon as Sam parked, Logan made a beeline for Gran and the food in the kitchen. I watched him disappear and thought about how nice disappearing might be.

The door banged and I looked up. Cole was standing on the porch, staring at me through the windshield. My stomach tightened and guilt assailed me, guilt for avoiding him, for promising an explanation, then refusing to give one and even guilt for not feeling something when he kissed me.

But there was guilt worse than that.

Most of all I felt guilty because I had
missed
Cole. I knew that he was angry with me. How could he not be? I knew that there was going to be an intense conversation and probably more anger, but it was just really good to see him.
But
by missing Cole, I felt as though I was betraying Sam. I pushed those thoughts away, fearful he might pick up on them.

More people came out onto the porch, my mother and her new boyfriend. The ache that had been slowly lessening in my head intensified. Sam opened his door and, at the same time, reached for my fingers and gave them a squeeze.

Sam was my strength. Some days it felt like he was the only reason I could put one foot in front of the other. I reminded myself that those feelings were wonderful but I couldn’t allow myself to lean on him so heavily. I was stronger than that. Even without Sam, I could get through this. But it sure was nice to have him around. Sam lifted me out of the truck, blocking out all the eyes on me and I let myself use the moment to compose myself. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I held my chin up and faced everyone.

“What a surprise!” I said, injecting enthusiasm into my voice. “I didn’t expect to see you all here.”

My mother was the first to come forward. “I was missing you and Henry suggested we come and visit. When we got here, Gran was cooking up a storm and invited us to stay.” To my intense surprise, she came down the steps and hugged me. It took me a minute to comprehend what was happening, but then I hugged her back. It felt good. It was a hug from the old days, from
Before
.
Before
I was attacked and disfigured.
Before
I met Sam and my entire life changed.
Before
my mother accused me of being marked by evil.

I couldn’t help but notice that, while we embraced, I was enveloped by her aura. She loved me and she was happy. She didn’t seem the least bit upset by Sam’s presence. Maybe she really was trying to accept him as a part of my life. A little bit of the tension in me eased.

From up on the porch Henry said, “Great to see you, Heven. Sam. Thanks for having me at your barbeque.”

“Oh! That reminds me! We were just coming out to get out the grill and light it for Sylvia.” my mother exclaimed, looking up at Henry.

Henry came down the steps and held out his arm to my mother. “Lead the way, my lady.”

My mother giggled like a school girl and a funny feeling slid down my spine. I pushed it away. I wanted her to be happy. My dad would want her to be happy. I smiled, hoping it looked genuine and watched them go off toward where Gran kept the grill.

That left me, Sam and Cole.

“What are you doing here?” Sam demanded in low tones.

I pinched his side and pulled away from him to go up the stairs toward Cole. “Hey, Cole, it’s really good to see you.” At least with Cole I didn’t have to fake my emotions like with my mother.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he growled.

I stopped short, teetering on the top step. “I’m sorry.”

Sam came up behind me, gently pushing me up on to the porch away from the stairs. “What are you doing here?” he repeated.

“Be nice,” I snapped.

He ignored me.

“Sylvia invited me.” Cole directed his answer at me.

“Gran invited you?” I echoed. Why would she do that? Her reaction to him the other night was a little odd.

He shrugged. “I thought maybe you asked her to.”

My heart constricted. I hadn’t. I kind of wished I had.

“Why would she do that?” Sam bristled beside me.

I sighed and prayed that this meeting didn’t come to blows. From across the yard, Henry called, “Seems we need a lighter to get this grill going. Sam, could you bring one out here and give me a hand?”

I caught a flare of gold in his eyes and I reached out and laid a hand on his arm.
You okay?

I don’t want to leave you alone with him.

I should to talk to him.

He still seemed torn about what to do.

“Sam?” Henry called.

A muscle in his jaw ticked, but he called, “Be right there!” Then I was being hauled against his hard chest and his lips were rough against mine. It wasn’t the way he usually kissed me, with passion and love pouring from his every pore. This was a kiss that stamped me as his; it was the kind of kiss that told Cole what his place was.

It made me uncomfortable, even sparked some anger within me, but I allowed it. If I pulled away or protested, how would Sam perceive it? How would Cole? Then Sam pulled away and went inside for a lighter, seconds later, brushing past Cole and down the steps to help my mother and Henry.

Then it was just me and Cole.

His deep blue eyes studied me. “You look tired. Pale.” His aura was flaring the magenta tones, a mix of purple and pink that was so unusual to see. Beneath the magenta was his usual blue and green, but there was also a bit of a dirty-brown color. He was worried about me.

“So do you.” His clothes were rumpled and he had circles beneath his usually bright blue eyes. At his side his hand flexed like he was trying to hold himself back from saying more.

“What’s going on, Hev?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You said you would.”

I shook my head. “I know. It’s just…”

“He doesn’t want me to know.” His voice was flat.

“He has reasons, Cole. Good reasons. And…”

He folded his arms across his chest. “And?”

“It’s better you stay out of it. You could get hurt.”

“You’re worried about me?” His voice dropped.

“Well, yeah. We’re friends.” I felt the need to point that out.

“About the other night,” he said taking a step closer, closing the distance between us. “I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.”

“You needed a friend. I’m your friend.” I pointed it out one more time.

He frowned. “Yeah, we’re friends.”

“Look,” I said, realizing this conversation wasn’t going that well. I glanced over my shoulder at Sam who was helping Henry light the grill. “I told Sam about… what happened…” I looked at him, praying he knew I meant the kiss.

He nodded. “So he wants to deck me, right?”

“There will be no decking,” I said firmly. “I asked him to try and be nice and I’m asking you the same.”

He regarded me with a look of serious concern and did not agree to my request. “Are you in trouble, Heven?”

I shook my head. “Please, Cole, just stay out of it.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.” His aura flared, magenta shooting out around his head in flames. I was momentarily distracted by the explosion of brilliant color.

He put a hand on my elbow. “Are you okay?” he asked, leaning down in my face.

“Of course.”

Sam appeared, slipping his arm around my waist and knocking away Cole’s hand.
Okay?

Yeah. His aura is just so… overwhelming.

Sam steered me toward the back door and inside, where Gran was piling condiments on the table. “There you are!” Gran said. “Would you boys be a dear and take those platters outside to the grill?”

Sam dutifully picked up the first platter heaped with hamburger patties and some chicken and went out the door. Cole picked up the other platter filled with hot dogs and buns. Gran came over and patted his cheek before he disappeared from view.

“I didn’t know you were inviting Cole,” I said casually.

“I thought you two were friends.” Her aura was flashing with colors that were not her usual. What was going on?

“We are.”

“Good. I hope that he will be spending a lot of time here.”

My head was aching with renewed force as I struggled to make sense of how she was acting. I found the pain reliever, shook a few out into my hand and dug around in the fridge for a bottle of water. My hand was about to close over a bottle when the fridge and its contents fell away. I was left staring at a black stone wall. My fingers brushed over the rough cold stone and my hand snapped back in shock. I blinked several times, trying to clear my eyes and trying to see in the sudden darkness. I heard a sound behind me and I spun, barely seeing the trickling water dripping down the stone to splash at my feet. I was surrounded by stone with barely any light to see. I looked up. There was a circle of light beckoning me from far above.

I was in a well.

How was this possible?

One minute, I was standing in Gran’s kitchen, and the next, I’m trapped in a well. Panic began to build, tightening my chest and making my breathing shallow. I reached out, turning in a circle, my hand scraping over the rough sides, and finally, getting caught on a sharp edge.