Chrysoprase (The Chalcedony Chronicles) by B. Kristin McMichael

pursuing me through my first semester in college, it was Logan. And then my sense of déjà vu over Thanksgiving at the party was suddenly clear. When Logan asked to start over as friends, he had already asked me that once. I just hadn’t remembered then that Logan had moved into my life in place of Seth. He had to have known, but I didn’t. Thins had just gotten a bit more complicated, but it did explain more to me.
    Pain and anger filled me as I wrestled with the two pasts in my mind. I didn’t want replacement memories, and I didn’t want any with Logan Jones in them. I wanted my memories of Seth back as the only memories. I didn’t like Logan anymore. I liked Seth. Logan was playing with fire if he thought he could weasel his way back into my love life, because it wasn’t going to work. If Logan swooped in and took my memories away, he should be able to fix it. I hated having to talk to him, but it looked like I would have to set him straight.
    “Where is he?” I asked Ty. Ty pointed to the window and the frozen shoreline outside.
    I began to put my jacket, hat, and scarf back on to brave the winter weather. Ty stood beside me and watched while he was debating what to do.
    “I’m going to head back to the dorms after I talk to him. Sim will be wondering where I am,” I told Ty. “Do we still have a tutor session tomorrow?” Old past and new past were a bit complicated, but most of everything with Ty was still the same.
    “Yea,” Ty replied, still carefully watching me. He was unsure if he should stop me going out to confront Logan or not, or if he should come with me. Full protection mode was on.
    “Don’t worry,” I replied to his look. I had to smile. It was nice to have at least one thing the same. Ty was still my friend, and was still protective of me. “I know Logan Jones quite well. I need him to understand that no matter what memories he gave me, or anyone else, I still love Seth.”
    Ty seemed to relax a little.
    “Fine, but don’t do anything to piss him off. I don’t need him sending you off to some other time, I’d have to follow to rescue you,” Ty replied in all seriousness. “I heard stories and have seen Mr. Sangre yell at him more than once for doing things like that. It seems that whenever someone did something Logan didn’t like, he’d just whisk them away and drop them off in a different time. Mr. Sangre has spent a large part of the past two years cleaning up his messes. I don’t need you turning into another mess.”
    It was my turn to give him the questioning look. Logan wasn’t like that, at least never around me. I hadn’t seen him get mad once in the two years we dated. He was the type of guy that all of the other guys loved to be around, and the girls loved him even more. I couldn’t imagine him doing something vindictive.
    “But you know that wouldn’t matter with me,” I replied, pointing to my arm as the key to the problem. “I’d come right back.” Ty nodded and relaxed a little. “Unfortunately, even if I knew how to push him into some other time he would probably come back, too.”
    Ty laughed. I was being serious, but Ty thought it was a joke. I smiled, but it wasn’t funny. I thought I had gotten rid of Logan when I dumped him, but now I was beginning to think it wasn’t that easy. He tried to get me back after we broke up, but I just stopped accepting his calls. It really was that easy, or so I thought. Now I had to wonder.
    If he was like Mr. Sangre, he could travel through time. Did he really leave me alone when I thought I had been left alone? How many other secrets was he hiding? I thought I knew Logan, but now I wasn’t sure. Ty seemed a bit scared of him, and if what he said was true, with good reason. Maybe Logan wasn’t the same person I thought I knew. One thing I did know though was that I didn’t want him in my life romantically, and he needed to be told that. There had to be no question behind it. Logan wasn’t Seth, and never would