Free Pure (Book 1, Pure Series) by Catherine Mesick Page A

Puzzlement flickered over his face.   "How did I get out of what?"
                "Out of the mirror," I said.   "That's where I first saw you."
                His anger returned.   "How do you know that woman Galina Golovnin?"
                "Galina Golovnin?   Is that her full name?   Is that the woman who came to my house on Sunday?"
                There was more confusion in his eyes.   He'd clearly met with something he hadn't expected.
                His brows drew together.   "What do you know of Gleb Mstislav?"
                I caught at the name.   "Mstislav!   Galina mentioned a Mstislav mansion.   She said the lights were on – she seemed to think there was some kind of danger.   Does Gleb Mstislav have something to do with that?"
                His eyes ranged over my face.   "You really don't know, do you?"
                He stared at me for a moment.   Then he backed up a few steps and turned to go.
                "Wait!" I said.   "Are you a student here?   How will I find you again?"
                He stopped and looked at me.
                "I’m sorry if I scared you," he said.   "You should forget you saw me."
                He turned away again.
                "Wait!" I said, feeling panic rising in me.   "If you know something about Galina and this Gleb Mstislav, then I need to talk to you."
                "No," he said firmly.
                "I need to talk to you," I said stubbornly.
                "It's better if you don't."
                "But what if I need to?" I said in a rush.   "What if the danger that Galina hinted at comes?   What if I need to talk to you then?"
                Something flickered in his eyes that I couldn't quite read.
                "What is your name?" he asked.
                "Katie Wickliff," I replied.
                "Finally you answer a question," he said.   "If you need to talk to me say 'Katie Wickliff summons you.'   I will find you."
                He turned and disappeared around the wall.   I heard the lock on the door click again.   I rushed around the wall and out into the hall.   I looked both ways through the crowd of students.   The strange guy had vanished.
                I glanced back at the door to the girls' bathroom.   Something that wasn't quite right had been tugging at my mind.   As I looked at the door now I realized what it was.   The lock was on the outside of the door.   It was designed to keep people out, not lock them in.   There was no way he could have locked the door once he was inside.   And if he'd locked it from the outside, then he wouldn't have been able to get in.   How had the door come to be locked?
                I was in something of a daze after that.   And in first period I began to have doubts.   Had I really spoken to the strange guy, or were my hallucinations getting stronger?   Then I remembered the feel of his shoulder under my fingers.   He was definitely real.   So who was he?   And what did he know about the past that my grandmother refused to discuss?
                No matter what was going on, I knew that I definitely couldn't tell anyone about what had happened.   Having visions was crazy enough.   Having visions that turned into real people was certifiable.   And the craziest part was that I hoped it would happen again.
                As I walked into English, I noticed that Bryony and Annamaria were standing listlessly by Irina's desk.   I figured that Irina must be out today.   Without their leader, the two of them didn't seem to know what to do with themselves.
                Mr. Hightower was still subbing, but after giving me an over-bright smile and greeting me warmly, he didn't notice me again after that.   Instead, he skipped