Free Soul Mates: Magic (Soul Mates Series) by Elizabeth A. Lance Page B

answer the questions for you. You have to write them yourself. Take my notes and you can do it later. Go home, watch the game, whatever. But I’m not doing the work for you.”
    “Fine,” Michael pouted. “You’d think you’d be grateful to have me hanging out with you, it’s not like you’re popular.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “So did you ask me out just to get me to help you with your English assignments?”
    “Girls are always wanting to help me out,” Michael replied. “I don’t get what your problem is.”
    “You know, you’re right. It’s my problem. You can return my notes tomorrow, or not, I really don’t care. Just don’t ask me for any help ever again.” I stood and held open the back door. “You can leave now.”
    “I’m outta here. It’s no wonder no guys have ever asked you out, you’re a real bitch you know that?” Michael said grabbing his stuff.
    “Oh you have no idea,” I said slamming the door behind him. I don’t know why I did it, except that I was really , really angry and I probably shouldn’t work magic when I’m that upset, but I made lightening strike the tree overhanging his truck as soon as he tossed his books through the window and I saw him jump back in shock. I charred his books and all of my notes, crushed his truck with the weight of the very large tree. Lightening struck again, destroying everything inside the cab. Of course I didn’t hurt him, even though I really, really wanted to. Then I made it storm. A really bad storm too, with gale force winds and lots and lots of lightening.
    “Somebody’s angry.”
    I turned to see Daire cautiously step into the kitchen. I could still feel the power of the magic I was creating rolling through me. I didn’t often create storms on purpose, most of the time they were accidental. “Oh I am so past angry. I am absolutely livid,” I said in a deadly whisper. “I should have known better.”
    “Michael still alive?” Daire asked with a raised eyebrow.
    I smirked. “Yes, but his truck had a little accident with some lightening,” I paused and grinned, “and a tree branch.”
    “Was he in it at the time?”
    “No, unfortunately,” I said sourly and then I repented and the storm subsided. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just angry. I should have known that he would never have asked me out because he liked me. I’m still the weird girl.”
    Daire pulled me into his arms and tilted my chin up. “You are not the weird girl. You are the Princess of Light and Illusion, you are better than any other woman in the world. Not one compares to you, mo ghrá ach,” he whispered softly as he caressed my cheek. It was those words again, and I knew I wasn’t hearing him wrong. My heart began to race and then he leaned in as if he were going to kiss me.
    I wanted him, his kiss , more than anything I’d ever wanted in the world. “Yes,” I breathed into him, my eyes fluttering closed and my hands slipping into his soft blonde hair and leaning just a bit closer to him.
    He pulled back and laid his forehead against mine. “Princess, I should not take such liberties.”
    I opened my eyes, giving him a tender look and reached up to stroke his cheek, “You cannot take what is freely given, Daire,” I said softly praying he would press his sweet lips to mine.
    “We shouldn’t…”
    “Why?” I asked incredulous that he would try to pull away now, deny what was going on between us.
    “Because, you are the Princess… you deserve more .”
    “I don’t want more , Daire. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. It’s always been you,” I said quietly, pulling out of his arms and turning around.
    “I…” Daire started.
    “Abs! Bring some chips and your mother’s famous dip in here! The game is about to start!” Dad called from the living room.
    “Did we miss anything?” Max asked flashing into the kitchen with Hunter and Ronny.
    “I’ll get the drinks,” Ronny called as he raided the fridge.
    “I’ve got the chips,”