The Secret Trinity: Reign (Fae-Witch Trilogy, Book 3) by Jenna Bernel Page B

she bent down and took aim.  I don’t know if she was solids or stripes, but it didn’t matter, since she knocked the eight ball into the pocket, obviously trying to throw the game because it wasn’t near any other balls.  Why would she do that, I wondered?
    “Whoops, I guess I lose and I need to pay up, but I have a different method of payment for you, Clay.”  She said with a wink as she returned her stick to the rack hanging on the wall and then hopped up to sit on the pool table right in front of him.  I thought I knew why she threw the game, and I definitely didn’t like where this was going.
    “Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?”  Clay said with a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and he leaned his pool stick against the table beside Penni .  If I were Clay, I would be kindly explaining to Penni that she sounded like a prostitute, but whatever.  Clay was barely an arm’s length away, and Penni grabbed onto his wrist pulling him toward her to close the distance between them.  It reminded me of our hot kiss not long ago, when I was sitting on the sink counter with my legs wrapped around his waist.  In a few seconds that girl would be Penni , and suddenly I felt crazy with a deep jealousy bursting inside me I didn’t even know possible. The thought of him having a passionate encounter like that with Penni was...oh, hell no!
    I snapped my eyes back open coming out of the vision and before I could even blink again I teleported to the pub.  I was once again shaking as the adrenaline coursed through me.  I couldn’t let this happen.  I appeared in the middle of the pub and a group of people jumped back in surprise.  I was a little off on my landing because my head was spinning.  I felt crazed.
    “Where’s the pool table?!”  I shouted in a panic , and twenty wide- eyed people , too stunned to speak , simultaneously pointed to the back right corner just around the bend.  I lifted off the ground, and with a blur of speed, I flew past the bend just in time to see Clay sigh in concession as he closed his eyes about to give in to Penni’s lips.  She moved her hand behind his neck pulling him down toward her still sitting on the table.
    I flew right for them and knocked into Clay, wrapping my entire body around him like a spider monkey, trying to save him from a dangerous predator.  He stumbled sideways upon my impact and we crashed into the pool stick rack on the wall.  The wooden sticks all came down on us at once with a loud clatter.  I latched onto Clay even tighter when they began to hit us, and he put a protective hand over my head to keep me from getting knocked out by one.  When the noise subsided, I unburied my head from his shoulder to look at him.
    “I’m sorry,” I said , biting my lower lip.  Clay studied me for a long moment as he caught his breath. 
    “Sorry for knocking the wind out of me, sorry for crashing my date, or sorry for pushing me to date someone else in the first place?”   Clay asked with hitched breaths, raising one eyebrow as he waited for my response.  I unhooked my legs from his waist to get down now, aware that the entire pop ulation of this pub had run after me when I had so abruptly teleported in, to find out what was going on.  But when I tried to get down, Clay held onto my legs keeping them firm around his waist, seemingly unaware or uncaring of our audience, he wouldn’t break eye contact until I responded.  I looked at him and watched as the pain in his eyes slowly fell away and warmth returned to his gaze.
    I felt the numbness begin to subside from my heart being replaced by strange tingling as that inner pixie dust glow returned beneath my skin.  A grin crept up on Clay’s mouth, telling me he could see the green glowing from inside me too.  I was lost in his eyes and the way they had so easily turned warm again when looking into my soul.  I felt hypnotized by something deep inside them, behind the sky blue, calling to me, and