Rabiah, book 1: The Gift (eBook, ePUB)
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"Is she asleep?" Owen asked from behind him."Yes."Owen peered over Tristan's shoulder."Look at that hair. She must be a witch.""She's not a witch.""How do you know?" Owen gestured toward her. "Look at her. Look what you've tied yourself to. Turn her in now and be done with it.""Owen, beyond the hair, what do you see when you look at her?""Ambition, aggression, violence.""That's not what you said earlier. Does her aura look tainted?""Well no, but if she's a witch she could be hiding it.""Why would she? How many people have your gift?""You told her about my gift. That's supposed to be a secret."...
"Is she asleep?" Owen asked from behind him.
"Yes."
Owen peered over Tristan's shoulder.
"Look at that hair. She must be a witch."
"She's not a witch."
"How do you know?" Owen gestured toward her. "Look at her. Look what you've tied yourself to. Turn her in now and be done with it."
"Owen, beyond the hair, what do you see when you look at her?"
"Ambition, aggression, violence."
"That's not what you said earlier. Does her aura look tainted?"
"Well no, but if she's a witch she could be hiding it."
"Why would she? How many people have your gift?"
"You told her about my gift. That's supposed to be a secret."
"I'm sorry. That's the first and only time I have ever told anyone. It just seemed right to tell her."
"Why do you always jump into these situations? Why can't you think things through?"
"When have I ever jumped into something like this? And I did think it through. Owen, you don't understand. I've never felt that when I've kissed someone before. Never. We were in a different place. I think I saw her soul. It was beautiful."
Owen snorted. "First, I don't recall that you've kissed many girls. Second, that's probably part of the spell."
"I didn't hear her casting any spells."
"She probably did it beforehand. It was her plan to snare you all along."
"Yes, disguising herself as a boy, then breaking her leg as she tried to run from me definitely sounds like a plan."
"Yes."
Owen peered over Tristan's shoulder.
"Look at that hair. She must be a witch."
"She's not a witch."
"How do you know?" Owen gestured toward her. "Look at her. Look what you've tied yourself to. Turn her in now and be done with it."
"Owen, beyond the hair, what do you see when you look at her?"
"Ambition, aggression, violence."
"That's not what you said earlier. Does her aura look tainted?"
"Well no, but if she's a witch she could be hiding it."
"Why would she? How many people have your gift?"
"You told her about my gift. That's supposed to be a secret."
"I'm sorry. That's the first and only time I have ever told anyone. It just seemed right to tell her."
"Why do you always jump into these situations? Why can't you think things through?"
"When have I ever jumped into something like this? And I did think it through. Owen, you don't understand. I've never felt that when I've kissed someone before. Never. We were in a different place. I think I saw her soul. It was beautiful."
Owen snorted. "First, I don't recall that you've kissed many girls. Second, that's probably part of the spell."
"I didn't hear her casting any spells."
"She probably did it beforehand. It was her plan to snare you all along."
"Yes, disguising herself as a boy, then breaking her leg as she tried to run from me definitely sounds like a plan."
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