Free At First Sight: Special Edition by Heather Todd Page B

shape of a lightning bolt. “See?”
                  “What is that?”
                  “It’s my imprint.”
                  Lola’s heart stopped. She didn’t know this person. He was making these claims that he could get into her mind, but she didn’t remember any other times. She tried to think back and only came up with a blank space. She thought she had told Dean about something weird that had happened earlier that day, but it was erased too. Everything that they had talked about on the swing was erased.
                  Where were her memories going?
                  “What are you doing to me?” she asked.
                  “I’m simply preparing you for what is to come.” He folded his hands together. “You and Dean are going to change things.”
                  “Change things? How? What are you talking about?!” exclaimed Lola, getting annoyed with his cryptic responses.
                  “Lola? Lola! Wake up!”
                  The man smiled and waved his fingers before disappearing into thin air, leaving Lola alone in the cold. She blinked and gasped, feeling a brush of warm air and an enormous amount of noise filling her ears.
                  Dean was standing in front of her, grasping her shoulders. They weren’t with the guitar player anymore. In fact, he was gone. They were all alone standing in the same spot as before. He looked worried.
                  “Lola, are you okay?” he asked.
                  “What happened?” Lola looked around. Nobody was looking at her strangely, but she felt strange herself. She felt like she had just woken up from a long sleep.
                  “Your eyes were closed and I kept trying to talk to you, but you wouldn’t say or do anything. I couldn’t hear any thoughts, either. I got scared,” he explained.
                  Lola quickly remembered the illusion and knew she had to tell Dean before it disappeared from her memories again. “There was a man and he was telling me that you and I were going to change things. Since we brought the gift back, we were going to change things.”
                  “What do you mean? What are we changing?” asked Dean, furrowing his brows in confusion.
                  “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell.” She stared at her vacant palm. “He had an imprint.”
                  Dean let go of her shoulders and stared at her incredulously for a few moments. “An imprint? He was a Manifester?”
                  Lola nodded. “Yeah.”
                  “Which one? What did it look like?” he asked softly.
                  “It was a lightning bolt. Why?”
                  Dean looked away, his skin turning pale as if he had seen a ghost. “Shit.”
                  Lola grabbed his hand, trying to get him to look at her. “What? What is it?”
                  He looked at her, his face determined and angry. “We have to see my parents. Right now.”
     
                 
     
                 
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    “His name is Leo,” explained Frankie, looking through the bookcase in the library later that evening.
                  When Lola had entered the library door, she had expected something small. Instead, she came face-to-face with multiple tall shelves holding what seemed like millions of books. There was a bay window that showed the beach outside, an antique Persian rug, and even a baby piano in the corner.
                  “He made such a show about never wanting to have the first sight,” started Frankie. He sat down at the piano bench. “Then, he