Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playful antagonism, could only mean on thing. It was a sure sign of attraction.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

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