Free Inside the Fire Book One in the Warden's Series by Heather Glidewell Page B

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to myself. I said exactly what I was meant to say. You cannot look
me in the eye and tell me you felt nothing when you walked into
that classroom.” He was defensive but what I did I expect.
    My mouth was moving before my brain could
compute what was coming out of it. I looked at his face, he had
felt it! That intense pull and magnetic pulse that was somehow
binding us together, it was mutual.
    “I felt it. So did you hear the voices too?”
I blurted out and then closed my eyes realizing that was something
I should not have said.
    “What voices?” he asked me confused.
    “The ones that kept saying ‘claim him’. They
wouldn’t leave me alone.”
    Why was my mouth still moving?
    “No, I didn’t hear those voices at all.” He
laughed then looked at my face a bit of concern in his eyes.
“However if it makes you feel any better you can claim me anytime
that you wish.” He laughed.
    I looked at him and joined him in the
amusement.
    “I will remember that, you know what they
say, women are demons, and your soul is mine.” I teased.
    Something weird happened. It was as if the
world had just come to a complete stop. Suddenly a blood curdling
scream erupted from the silence and shot painfully through my head.
I close my eyes tightly to push the screaming aside. It kept
pulsing through my lobes, with no warning my heart felt like it was
on fire. Then just like that it was over.
    “You ok?” He asked me. I could feel his
hands on my face. I looked at him blankly. “You totally stopped
talking mid-sentence, I’ve been trying to get your attention for
about five minutes now. You sorta zoned out.” There was concern in
his voice.
    I pulled his face to mine and kissed him on
the lips a sweet kiss meant to reassure him I was ok.
    We laid there in each other’s arms for hours
just talking. This connection had somehow deepened between us. It
was almost as if we were the same, our brains molding together our
souls meant to never part. It was super late, that was for sure,
when we heard my mother’s car coming up the driveway.
    “Oh shit!” I jumped out of bed throwing on
my clothes as fast as I could.
    Wesley was stuck trying to get his belt to
buckle before my mother appeared in my room, he was antsy. His
hands were shaking his fingers not cooperating I could see
perspiration appearing on his forehead. I grabbed my books, threw
them on the floor, and motioned for him to sit just as my mother’s
keys jingled in the lock.
    We were sitting on the floor with my books
open. Wesley was explaining the math homework due on Friday when my
bedroom door opened.
    My mother smiled and looked at the messy
sheets before looking back at me and giving me a blank stare. She
knew. I could see it on her face she knew. This would be like last
year again, that very embarrassing conversation.
    Like the time she found me and my then
boyfriend, Jeremy, sitting on my bed with me refastening my bra.
You know most kids don’t get caught by their parents, or at least
not the first time. Me, on the other hand it’s like she knows!
    “It’s getting late Dawn, you need your
rest.” Her face lightened a little there was an amused smirk on her
lips. “Thank you for staying with her Wesley while I made my
errands this afternoon.” She gave me that mom-knows-all look. Could
she read my mind? You know it wouldn’t surprise me if she did
honestly. I think it would make more sense if she could.
    "It was no problem Ms. Weathers the pleasure
was all mine." He said glancing at me for a moment.
    His cheeks were still pink and his lips
swollen, he was a walking advertisement of a boy that just lost the
big V. If it wasn’t obvious before it was obvious now.
    “Yeah, I am pretty beat.” I stretched. I
looked at Wesley and winked. “I will walk you out. I’m sure I will
be at school tomorrow.”
    I looked at him his blue eyes looked darker.
He gave me a smile and nodded. Standing up he took my hand, and I
led him back into the kitchen and out