out. I can’t project flames through the air like you; it’s more of a mind thing with me and I sure as hell can’t control it once it starts.”
“I can,” she murmured more to herself than to him, but knew he’d heard her.
“You can what?”
“Control it.”
“How?” His face lit up with a mixture of intrigue and admiration.
Addie pushed herself up, held out her hand, and a ball of flame formed in her palm.
“Jesus,” Aiden said, jumping to his feet and taking a step back. He stared at her incredulously. She stopped with that, letting the flames dance in her palm, still too unsure of him to show him what she’d just recently discovered she could do.
“Jesus,” Aiden repeated. “Can you feel it?”
“No.” There was no pain. No burning sensation. Not anymore. “When I first acquired the ability, I’d get annoying, shocking prickles in my fingers, but I’m used to it now and those prickly stings are only mild tingles now.” She closed her hand over the flame and it disappeared with not so much as a single scorch mark or other trace.
“Holy hell, girl. You’re a human torch.”
She lowered her hand and sank back down in the chair while grief pummeled her heart as she remembered what it was like the first time she’d ever made a fireball with Cael. He’d been so patient with her, yet so determined. She wished he could see her now. The traveling flames were new, something she’d only done once before while fretting about his disappearance.
Needing to think about something else she asked, “What else can you do?” She was curious now. It didn’t hurt to talk to the guy. She was always interested in learning more about people like herself. Besides, knowing what types of powers a person possessed helped her know exactly what she was up against, in case a situation ever arose where she’d need to defend herself. Aiden seemed like a nice guy, and although Gerry’d known him practically his entire life, as far as she was concerned the jury was still out. Nice guy or not, she could tell when someone was putting the moves on her and Aiden was most definitely showing his charming side. In fact, she felt a little guilty sitting here having dinner with him. What if Cael came back right now and found Aiden in their kitchen, eating steak and sharing a glass of wine—by candlelight?
“I can see into the future a little as well as the past.”
His words startled her and catching herself before she spit wine all over the table, she covered her mouth with her hand. “Wait. How far into the future?”
“It varies. I’ve never put an exact length of time on it. Anywhere from five or ten minutes, give or take a few.”
“What? You’re kidding. Why didn’t you say something?”
“About what?”
“Why didn't you see it coming? Or did you deliberately not say anything?”
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I’m not following you. What exactly are you asking?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.”
“Well, considering this is very upsetting to you, I can only assume you’re referring to the situation at the wedding.”
“Yeah, damn it!” She was on her feet now, prompting Aiden to stand. “The ‘situation’ as you call it, where Gerry was shot and my fiancé disappeared. Why the hell didn’t you warn us?”
“Well, I didn't get out there in time. As best man I felt it was my responsibility to keep the guests inside and away from all that was happening. It was bad enough that they had to witness Finn making a bloody fool of himself and confessing to killing Careen after that woman’s accusations. I’m sorry, I can’t see the future unless it involves me or I’m witnessing something and paying attention. And if you are going to ask why I didn’t stop the fiasco with Finn confessing, save your breath. I hadn’t been paying attention to him either as I’d been concentrating on the pretty female standing in front of me right now who’s hell
“I can,” she murmured more to herself than to him, but knew he’d heard her.
“You can what?”
“Control it.”
“How?” His face lit up with a mixture of intrigue and admiration.
Addie pushed herself up, held out her hand, and a ball of flame formed in her palm.
“Jesus,” Aiden said, jumping to his feet and taking a step back. He stared at her incredulously. She stopped with that, letting the flames dance in her palm, still too unsure of him to show him what she’d just recently discovered she could do.
“Jesus,” Aiden repeated. “Can you feel it?”
“No.” There was no pain. No burning sensation. Not anymore. “When I first acquired the ability, I’d get annoying, shocking prickles in my fingers, but I’m used to it now and those prickly stings are only mild tingles now.” She closed her hand over the flame and it disappeared with not so much as a single scorch mark or other trace.
“Holy hell, girl. You’re a human torch.”
She lowered her hand and sank back down in the chair while grief pummeled her heart as she remembered what it was like the first time she’d ever made a fireball with Cael. He’d been so patient with her, yet so determined. She wished he could see her now. The traveling flames were new, something she’d only done once before while fretting about his disappearance.
Needing to think about something else she asked, “What else can you do?” She was curious now. It didn’t hurt to talk to the guy. She was always interested in learning more about people like herself. Besides, knowing what types of powers a person possessed helped her know exactly what she was up against, in case a situation ever arose where she’d need to defend herself. Aiden seemed like a nice guy, and although Gerry’d known him practically his entire life, as far as she was concerned the jury was still out. Nice guy or not, she could tell when someone was putting the moves on her and Aiden was most definitely showing his charming side. In fact, she felt a little guilty sitting here having dinner with him. What if Cael came back right now and found Aiden in their kitchen, eating steak and sharing a glass of wine—by candlelight?
“I can see into the future a little as well as the past.”
His words startled her and catching herself before she spit wine all over the table, she covered her mouth with her hand. “Wait. How far into the future?”
“It varies. I’ve never put an exact length of time on it. Anywhere from five or ten minutes, give or take a few.”
“What? You’re kidding. Why didn’t you say something?”
“About what?”
“Why didn't you see it coming? Or did you deliberately not say anything?”
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I’m not following you. What exactly are you asking?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.”
“Well, considering this is very upsetting to you, I can only assume you’re referring to the situation at the wedding.”
“Yeah, damn it!” She was on her feet now, prompting Aiden to stand. “The ‘situation’ as you call it, where Gerry was shot and my fiancé disappeared. Why the hell didn’t you warn us?”
“Well, I didn't get out there in time. As best man I felt it was my responsibility to keep the guests inside and away from all that was happening. It was bad enough that they had to witness Finn making a bloody fool of himself and confessing to killing Careen after that woman’s accusations. I’m sorry, I can’t see the future unless it involves me or I’m witnessing something and paying attention. And if you are going to ask why I didn’t stop the fiasco with Finn confessing, save your breath. I hadn’t been paying attention to him either as I’d been concentrating on the pretty female standing in front of me right now who’s hell
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