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acknowledge the undeniable truth would be foolish. A tear
slid down my face and landed with a soft plunk on my front. I had
always been different, strange, but within the realms of human
strange. Undoubtedly, I knew I’d gone beyond the boundaries.
    He stepped closer, closer still, and our
clothes rustled as they touched. Lowering his forehead to touch
mine, warm fingers found my hands and coaxed them to entwine with
his. I did not like the way my body was reacting to him. It
overruled logic and it was beginning to upset me. Something was
happening to me and I didn’t understand what. Worse, I couldn’t
explain to myself why I was still there talking to him.
    His finger tapped my chin up. “I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have said it like that, but I was never good with words.”
His voice was serious and complicated. His hand clasping my chin
released the knot that had formed in my stomach, and with a sob, I
dragged in a breath to control my tears. “Don’t do it,” he warned
and used his hold on my chin to tug my face closer. “To cry over
learning the truth is useless. It should empower you.” He stroked
my cheek, wiping the tear there. “You’re sad,” he said brusquely
and watched me fight to control myself, “That tells me I have not
done this right. Maybe now is not the time to have this talk. I
have responsibilities I cannot ignore simply because it will hurt
not to be around you. I’ll explain better when I return.”
    With no other option I nodded slowly. And
then I knocked his hands off me. Whatever was so important he
needed to leave me well, that was fine. “You don’t have to justify
anything to me,” I said. “I don’t know you and I don’t expect to
ever see you again.” He didn’t owe me a thing and I was happy he
was leaving.
    I could get back to being lost, and worried
about being lost.
    “So stubborn. I can admit not to see you will
be hard. Can you not look outside yourself for a moment to do the
same?”
    The intention was to tear into him about his
stupid, confusing statements that made no sense, but as my
head turned his lips brushed along my chin. Gravity shifted and
flowed into his eyes to ground me. The world darkened to nothing as
they drew me deeper into their shaded depths. My lips parted in a
sigh, and my hands swept around his waist as he pulled me closer.
His hand tangled into my hair as my own moved over his lower back.
I breathed in the heady smell of sunlight from his chest, and the
scent became a taste on my tongue. Exploring the dip in his spine,
I glided the pads of my fingers into the shallow grove flowing
uninterrupted to his shoulder blades. My hands left his back then I
hesitated in my exploration. The sensation that slicked over my
palms was, odd. Hovering a few inches away from his skin the air
felt warmer, thicker.
    He jerked back and spun away to look into the
forest. He peered around us, and the waves of hostility pulsing
from his body cranked the tension in the air up. He stood, all
wound up and tense, so I got all wound up and tense, and we fed of
each other until I was panting. It was uncomfortably wearing for
someone like me who was already beyond terrified.
    Breandan said, “Rae, go back to the Temple
now. That direction.” He pointed into the trees. When I didn’t move
he twisted me around by the shoulder, and pushed me in the
direction he’d pointed.
    I kind of stumbled a few steps forward before
I stopped, and realized I didn’t have to do what he said.
“But, you can’t tell me I’m a demon then stop explaining.”
    I wanted to stay, badly, but sense was
telling me I had to leave like he said.
    “You don’t have to argue with every word I
say. We’ll come for you later. Go now.”
    Returning his steady gaze with one of my own,
I picked up on something I’d been unconsciously registering. There
was a barrier between Breandan and I. Pulling my brows together, I
tilted my head to watch him, watch me. Not a physical or tangible
barrier;