outlet. It’s true that witches are attracted to one another, all otherworldly creatures are.”
Then it dawned on me that I should never have been angry in the first place. “I’m not a witch.”
He shrugged. “Call yourself what you will. You can see the future, no?”
“It’s called being psychic, and there are hundreds of thousands of people who can claim the same thing,” I snarled.
“You can see the life force of others.”
“So what? That doesn’t make me a witch. I can’t wiggle my nose and make the cat litter take itself out. And, for that matter, I haven’t seen anything that would convince me you’re such a great witch. You’ve moved chairs and slammed a door and moved a glass, but all of that could’ve been rigged, you know?”
Rand smiled. The challenge was on. “Yes, it could be rigged. What do you want me to do? You name it.”
Hmm, this was a good one. What did I want him to do? End world hunger? Abolish taxes? Take off all of his clothes? That last thought brought heat to my cheeks and I dropped my gaze to the floor, reaching for the first thing that next entered my min/p>
I brought my gaze back to his. “I want you to levitate.” I crossed my arms across my chest and smirked. The time of reckoning was upon him.
He lifted a brow just before his feet left the ground, and he floated in front of me. My smile fell. Well, ask and you shall receive! The cynic in me searched for some plausible reason as to why this was happening, but not finding one, I faced the fact that maybe Rand was a warlock.
If it looks like a warlock, sounds like a warlock…you get it.
“You can come back down, I believe you.” Even if I was convinced Rand was otherworldy, it didn’t mean I thought I was capable of the same things. “What if I still don’t believe I’m a witch?”
There was no emotion on Rand’s face as he neared me. “Then you won’t be able to stop me from kissing you.”
I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. I also wanted him as far away as possible because I couldn’t fathom the idea of being kissed. I wouldn’t be a good kisser. So, much though I hated the idea, when he came close, my frenzied mind pictured an invisible bubble surrounding me.
A look of surprise seized Rand’s face when he moved in for the kiss and, instead, found himself buttressed by a transparent wall. He backed away instantly, as if he’d been burned. I guess, in a manner of speaking, he had been.
“Rand, wait,” I started, my voice failing me at the most inopportune moment.
His eyes were like those of a statue, stoic and revealing nothing. “That’s enough practicing for tonight,” he said, and his voice was empty. He started for the door before I could stop him, and I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I was so befuddled, I didn’t even get the chance to contemplate the fact that I’d stopped Rand’s advances with my mind—with, dare I say it…magic.
The sound of the door slamming behind him ricocheted through me like a bullet and wedged itself right into my heart.
FOUR
Rand’s hands tightened on mine. I gazed into the rich chocolate of his eyes and thought I was an absolute moron. I had to be the only woman on the planet who wouldn’t allow herself to kiss such an incredible looking man. I closed my eyes against the idiocy of the whole damned thing.
Sitting Indian-style on the floor in the Fords’ home, my gaze darted around the room and rested on Christa who sat on the sofa inspecting her nails…again. Then my eyes sought Rand who patiently waited for me to see something…again. And, as with the last attempts, nothing happened. I concentrated and tried to get angry, remembering how that had worked when I’d moved the glass.
Nothing at all. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out for this.
“font size="3">Jolie, are you focusing?” Rand asked.
“Yes,” I snapped. “If I focus anymore I’m going to focus myself right into a coma!” I hadn’t meant for my
Then it dawned on me that I should never have been angry in the first place. “I’m not a witch.”
He shrugged. “Call yourself what you will. You can see the future, no?”
“It’s called being psychic, and there are hundreds of thousands of people who can claim the same thing,” I snarled.
“You can see the life force of others.”
“So what? That doesn’t make me a witch. I can’t wiggle my nose and make the cat litter take itself out. And, for that matter, I haven’t seen anything that would convince me you’re such a great witch. You’ve moved chairs and slammed a door and moved a glass, but all of that could’ve been rigged, you know?”
Rand smiled. The challenge was on. “Yes, it could be rigged. What do you want me to do? You name it.”
Hmm, this was a good one. What did I want him to do? End world hunger? Abolish taxes? Take off all of his clothes? That last thought brought heat to my cheeks and I dropped my gaze to the floor, reaching for the first thing that next entered my min/p>
I brought my gaze back to his. “I want you to levitate.” I crossed my arms across my chest and smirked. The time of reckoning was upon him.
He lifted a brow just before his feet left the ground, and he floated in front of me. My smile fell. Well, ask and you shall receive! The cynic in me searched for some plausible reason as to why this was happening, but not finding one, I faced the fact that maybe Rand was a warlock.
If it looks like a warlock, sounds like a warlock…you get it.
“You can come back down, I believe you.” Even if I was convinced Rand was otherworldy, it didn’t mean I thought I was capable of the same things. “What if I still don’t believe I’m a witch?”
There was no emotion on Rand’s face as he neared me. “Then you won’t be able to stop me from kissing you.”
I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. I also wanted him as far away as possible because I couldn’t fathom the idea of being kissed. I wouldn’t be a good kisser. So, much though I hated the idea, when he came close, my frenzied mind pictured an invisible bubble surrounding me.
A look of surprise seized Rand’s face when he moved in for the kiss and, instead, found himself buttressed by a transparent wall. He backed away instantly, as if he’d been burned. I guess, in a manner of speaking, he had been.
“Rand, wait,” I started, my voice failing me at the most inopportune moment.
His eyes were like those of a statue, stoic and revealing nothing. “That’s enough practicing for tonight,” he said, and his voice was empty. He started for the door before I could stop him, and I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I was so befuddled, I didn’t even get the chance to contemplate the fact that I’d stopped Rand’s advances with my mind—with, dare I say it…magic.
The sound of the door slamming behind him ricocheted through me like a bullet and wedged itself right into my heart.
FOUR
Rand’s hands tightened on mine. I gazed into the rich chocolate of his eyes and thought I was an absolute moron. I had to be the only woman on the planet who wouldn’t allow herself to kiss such an incredible looking man. I closed my eyes against the idiocy of the whole damned thing.
Sitting Indian-style on the floor in the Fords’ home, my gaze darted around the room and rested on Christa who sat on the sofa inspecting her nails…again. Then my eyes sought Rand who patiently waited for me to see something…again. And, as with the last attempts, nothing happened. I concentrated and tried to get angry, remembering how that had worked when I’d moved the glass.
Nothing at all. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out for this.
“font size="3">Jolie, are you focusing?” Rand asked.
“Yes,” I snapped. “If I focus anymore I’m going to focus myself right into a coma!” I hadn’t meant for my
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