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there was no attraction to Rémy. What was wrong with me? I couldn’t sort my thoughts out. So I allowed him to kiss me. Thoroughly. And then I kissed him back. It was nothing like kissing Jack, but I knew enough to recognize that Rémy was quite an accomplished kisser. His lips were soft, yet firm and I allowed him to open my mouth and slide his tongue against mine. I answered in kind, analyzing his taste and texture, hoping my technique was not as sloppy as I feared. Then I realized that I was actually analyzing his kiss rather than enjoying it or being swept away with desire. When Jack kissed me, I never had a chance to analyze anything; I could only hold on and go with the flow. Kissing Rémy was nothing like kissing Jack. At least I knew. I pulled away and frowned at him.
    “Well,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against mine, “we did try. No offense, chérie, but kissing you is like kissing my sister.”
    “Yeah, same here. I mean, you’re a good kisser, but it just doesn’t do anything for me. God, Rémy! I feel so guilty! What am I going to tell Jack? I cheated on him! What kind of person does that?”
    “Why on earth would you tell him? You didn’t cheat on Jack, although I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Shh,” he said as he wiped away the tears that started to slide down my cheeks. “You are making too much of this. I kissed you. So what? We just needed to see if the Conseil was right about us. Now we know. We are not meant to be together as a couple. The prophecy means something else. There is no need for Jack to know anything. It was just a kiss.”
    “Why do I feel so guilty?” I leaned my head against his chest and sniffled.
    He pulled me close and chuckled. “Perhaps because you are only seventeen years old and you’ve been thrown into some situations that a much older person wouldn’t handle as well? You deserve to react like a teenager to some things in your life.”
    I laughed slightly. “Thanks, old man. Way to compliment me and call me a child all in one statement.”
    “Ally, listen to me. You are very beautiful. Who can blame me for wanting to kiss you? Jack certainly wouldn’t, although he would probably punch my face. Now that we know, we can stand firm against my grandmother and the rest of the Conseil as we try to figure out what the prophecy truly means. You are very special to me, but not in a romantic way. I swear I will protect you.”
    “So, you are assuming that you are the ‘protector, the strength of many’ that the prophecy refers to?” I asked.
    “Well, yes. I guess I do. You don’t?” he asked.
    “God, Rémy. I don’t know what to think.” All I knew was how horrible and guilty I felt for having doubted my relationship with Jack and kissed Rémy. I must be a terrible person, that’s all. Why was I having second thoughts about my love for Jack? That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    “ Go bring the rabble,
    O’er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
    Incite them to quick motion; for I must
    Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
    Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
    And they expect it from me.”
    —Shakespeare, The Tempest, 4.1
     
    I cried myself to sleep later that night, obsessing over what Jack would do when he found out I kissed Rémy. He had been livid when Rémy had kissed me once before but had quickly calmed down when I reassured him that it was not a romantic kiss—simply Rémy’s way of telling me he was a Seer. But this was different. It was a romantic kiss, even though it had convinced us both that romance was not part of our future, and I had willingly and knowingly participated. I tossed and turned for hours, creating dozens of scenarios in my head about how the conversation with Jack would go, alternating between happy and awful endings. Rémy didn’t think it was worth telling Jack—it was nothing, after all. Oh, to have such a casual view of what, in my mind,