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tingling as Dylan’s hurt reached me. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to resist the urge to heal. “Micah’s busy reading, so I’ll come eat with you.”
    “Why don’t we just sit here?” He sat next to me, an inch away. One inch that carried the burning from my hands to the entire right side of my body and caused my stomach to churn.
    Micah’s face was back in his book, I silently munched on my sandwich, and Dylan filled the silence with endless complaints about how the last project we’d worked on had lowered his GPA by two points. Just what I needed to instill confidence in Micah.
    I finally shoveled my food into my mouth, not caring that I resembled a chipmunk with cheeks stuffed. I just wanted to get away from both of them. Dylan was doing a good job of not showing how furious he was, but the heat of it on my skin grew every second.
    The afternoon warning bell rang and I stood up, holding my tray with both hands, careful not to bump Dylan. But he took it from me and stacked it on top of his own, then holding it in one hand, he looped his free arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. The pleasure I’d once felt at the action no longer existed. His anger rushed through me, ripping my heart apart. My shoulders ached with the transfer of his negative energy and a slight gasp escaped my lips. It lasted only seconds, but when it ended, I sagged against him, barely managing to stay standing.
    He glanced down at me, concern filling his eyes. “You need to get more sleep, babe.”
    I nodded absently and reached back to snag my backpack from the bench. Micah’s eyes caught mine, and there was a curious look in them. Did he know what had just happened? Unless he knew about the gifts my sisters and I had, he’d have no clue. And since most people had finally put it down to gossip, it was more likely he didn’t know. Besides, Dylan knew about my healing ability and most of the time even he had no idea when I was healing him.
    Spanish class was the only thing that kept me going for the rest of the day. Immediately after lunch, Mr. Mason decided to show us a Spanish language film and I was able to sleep for the entire hour. At the end of class, I asked to borrow the movie over night so I could watch it again because it had been so interesting. He handed it over eagerly, hoping I would share it with Phoebe, who had been conveniently sick during her Spanish block.
    I begged a ride from Phoebe after school and, once home, collapsed in bed, utterly exhausted.

 
     
    Chapter 2
     
    I slept straight through my morning alarm and woke just after ten. I had a vague memory of Dad checking on me and of Chloe reassuring him that I’d be fine.
    The thought of going to school for afternoon classes crossed my mind, but the risk of running into Dylan was enough to keep me home. Instead, I watched the Spanish movie from Mr. Mason and then let soap operas suck the brains from me. I wondered what Micah had thought when I wasn’t in class, but he already had a low opinion of me, so what did one day matter? Besides, he hadn’t said we would be working on the project today.
    “Hey, skipper,” Chloe said as she came into the living room. She tossed her backpack on the end of the couch and sat down next to me. She grabbed the remote and muted the volume. “You missed some excitement with your boyfriend today.”
    “What happened?”
    “Oh, Dylan just had some kind of mental breakdown.”
    That had me sitting up instantly. “What do you mean?”
    “Lils, it was so freaky. We were eating lunch and talking about our project. He asked about you and I said you were at home then he started yelling about not giving a shit about the project and flung his tray at the wall. He kept asking why you weren’t here, until Mr. Arnold came in and took him to the office. I think he spent the rest of the day with the school counselor.”
    “Oh God.” I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. I should have been there. I could have