Sybille

Outside Sybille’s room, there was only blackness.  Turning on a small nightlight, she saw herself reflected in her many windows.  She hurried into jeans and a sweatshirt and cursed the fact that she hadn’t showered all day.  She combed her hair into a ponytail and then popped the screen off her window and crawled out.  Lucas helped her while balancing on his crutches and she couldn’t ignore the energy that went through her at his touch.  She breathed in his familiar scent – clean laundry and fresh air – which brought back a hundred memories.

“He probably made Kate feel that way too,” she told herself in an attempt to subdue Lucas’ power over her.  She stepped away from him as soon as she was on the ground and kept h...

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