Libra Ascending: An Epic Urban Fantasy Romance (Zodiac Guardians Book 1) Tamar Sloan (digital ebook reader .txt) š
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Brielle nods, keeping an eye on the door for Tristan. āYeah, I shouldāve known a good-looking guy like that was too good to be true.ā
āHe actually thinks heās an alien?ā Adalindās smile is joking, but thereās a spark in her eyes that Brielle doesnāt recognize.
Brielle doesnāt want to be the one to start rumors. Sheās had her fair share of gossip started about her, and no one deserves to be plagued by them. She shakes her head. āHe was probably just messing with me. Some kind of joke to screw with my head.ā
Adalind purses her lips, then shrugs. āWell then, itās his loss. Some better guy will come along, and heāll be even hotter.ā
āMaybe. I shouldnāt be thinking about boys right now anyway. The only thing that matters right now is keeping the Piercesā favor.ā
āIām so glad your visit went well with them,ā Adalind squeals. āJust two more days till your big dinner!ā
The spark of excitement and glee that Brielle had felt when they left yesterday flares back to life. She canāt wait for Friday!
Just as the smile starts to spread on her face, Tristan walks through the classroom door. Brielle straightens her lips and looks away in case he thinks she was smiling at him. As he approaches their station, sheās aware that his eyes are on her, the heat of his gaze making her heart flutter and her nerves sizzle even as she tells herself she wants nothing to do with him.
He sits beside her, his sweet, musky scent teasing her nostrils, as if to whisper, ācome closer.ā
She doesnāt acknowledge him as he settles into his stool, and the uncertainty over where to put her gaze is almost maddening.
āHey,ā he says, nudging her arm with his elbow.
She doesnāt want to be rude, so she flicks a glance at him and says, āHey,ā in return.
āListen,ā he whispers, leaning closer. āIām sorry about yesterday. I didnāt mean to freak you out. Can we just start over? Friends?ā He holds out his open hand.
Tristan isnāt the kind of person she should be friends with, but she definitely doesnāt need any more enemies.
āSure, friends,ā she whispers. She stares at his open hand for a moment, debating accepting such a gesture. But the desire to touch him is too strong, and finally, she canāt hold back anymore.
She grasps his hand.
Warmth radiates over every millimeter of her palm at his touch, and before she can guess whether or not he feels it too, he gasps. Brielle looks up at him. His eyes are magnetic, a sort of gravitational pull locking hers to them. Sheās struck by how blue they are, and how comforting it feels to be held by them. She could stare into these eyes forever, curl up into them and disappear into their crystalline abyss.
The classroom door closes, the sound shaking Brielle out of the spell.
She jerks her hand free a little too forcefully and says, āJust friends.ā
He nods, accepting her terms. āYouāre staying at school all day today?ā
Brielle tenses. Please donāt let him ask to sit with her at break. āAh, yeah. Butāā
āGood. Make sure you do. Itās the safest place for you right now.ā
Before Brielle can ask what that means, Tristan pushes to his feet. āIām so sorry, Ms. Brom. But my mom just texted. We forgot I have an appointment.ā
Brielle frowns. She didnāt hear a message, not even the buzzing when a cell is on silent.
Ms. Brom crosses her arms. āI find that hard to believe.ā
Tristan grins as he walks toward her, holding up his cell. She reads it, her brows low. āYouāll need to wait here while she contacts the front office.ā
But Tristan is already at the door, pushing it open. āIāll tell her when I meet her there. Hope the class goes well.ā
Heās gone before Ms. Brom can say another word. Brielle pulls down the brows that had hiked up. What in the world just happened?
Ms. Brom starts instructing their next cooking assignmentāhomemade mac ān cheeseāand Brielle almost succeeds in getting through the period without thinking about the boy who is far too tempting, and far too great a threat to everything she truly wants. His weird actions just proved that.
When the bell rings for break, Brielle canāt get to the cafeteria quickly enough. She hasnāt been able to focus on anything but touching Tristanās hand since this morning, and she needs the mental distraction sheās sure conversation with Adalind will give her. Why canāt she get this guy out of her mind?
She gets her lunch tray and sits at their usual table, absentmindedly squirting a packet of ketchup onto her burger as she scours the hundreds of faces for the one sheās waiting for.
Unfortunately, Cassandraās face is the one she finds, and Cassandra sees her, too. Like a Brielle-seeking missile, she zooms straight through the sea of students to Brielleās table.
Great. Maybe if she ignores her, Cassandra will just go away.
āHi freak,ā Cassandraās venomously silky voice chimes over her shoulder.
No such luck.
āDonāt you have anyone else to torture?ā Brielle asks in as cool a tone as she can manage.
āI heard Tristan ditched you at Creamy Dreams,ā she says, bulldozing Brielleās calm faƧade. āWhat did you do to scare him off so quickly?ā
Brielle rolls her eyes, disbelieving how quickly true events become distorted by the gossip wheel.
āNot that itās any of your business, but I was the one who walked out on him.ā
Cassandra throws her head back and lets out an insulting laugh. āIām so sure.ā
The last thing Brielle wants is to put any kind of black mark on Tristanās social life as the new student. āI had to leave to meet with a couple thatās interested in adopting me, as a matter of fact.ā A small tingle of satisfaction swirls in her chest as she confesses this to her childhood rival.
Cassandraās black-lined eyes widen in surprise, then squeeze shut as she buckles over
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