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I swiveled my head back and up, looking into a pair of deep blue eyes. For a moment, I felt oddly off-kilter, as though someone had tilted the house and I couldn’t quite stay on my feet. Michael shifted me slightly so that I was leaning against his chest, his arm secure around my waist and his hand still holding mine.
“Hello, Cathryn,” he said, and I remembered. Cathryn Whitmore had been a teaching assistant for one of Michael’s classes last year. We had met very briefly at the homecoming dance, right before my life began to unravel.
“Michael.” Those perfect lips curved into a warm smile, and she reached out a graceful hand to touch his arm. “I was hoping to see you tonight.”
“What are you doing here?” The amazement in his voice made the comment less rude than it might have sounded. Clearly he was as surprised to see her as I was.
Her smiled deepened, and impulsively I dropped my mental block and reached toward her mind. The roar of white noise made me hiss in pain, and I hunched my shoulders against the onslaught.
Michael glanced down at me with concern. I shook my head slightly. Cathryn didn’t acknowledge me at all.
“I changed my mind about the research job. I was all set to leave, to move to Atlanta, when the alumni association offered me the liason position. I’m doing a little work for Dr. Sorrel, too. That’s partly why I’m here tonight.”
“That’s good.” He brushed his lips lightly over my hair. “Cathryn, you remember Tasmyn? You met last year.”
Finally Cathryn dropped her eyes to mine. The warmth there for Michael clearly didn’t extend to me, but she managed a fairly cordial nod.
“And what are you doing up here, Tasmyn? I thought you were still in high school.” The subtle challenge beneath the snide comment didn’t escape my notice.
I pasted on a smile that was just as insincere as hers. “I graduated last May. I’m a freshman here at Perriman."
“Really.” Cathryn was able to imbue that one word with an amazing combination of condensation and dismissal. “How nice for you.” She turned her attention back to Michael. “I was hoping maybe you would help with some of my work for Dr. Sorrel. I could use a really fabulous assistant, and you remember how well we work together.
Being ignored was one thing, but having a gorgeous older woman flirt outrageously with my boyfriend while I stood right in front of him was too much for me. Before I could control it, a flare of fury shot out, and a crystal candy dish on the end table next to me flew into the air and shattered against the wall.
About Author Tawdra Kandle
Tawdra Kandle is the author of THE KING SERIES, a young adult urban fantasy quartet. Born in South Jersey, Tawdra published her first short story at the age of 13 in Child's Life magazine. During the early years of her marriage and motherhood, she wrote articles and columns on parenting and homeschooling, as well as some homeschooling curriculum. THE KING SERIES is her first published full-length fiction. Tawdra currently lives in central Florida with her husband, and children, both skin and fur types. And yes, she has purple hair.
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