" Ian had taken the desk near mine. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Physical contact on top of an overload of energy made my head spin. To top it off, when our eyes met, I couldn’t look away. From across the room, Brandy threw a pen at us. It landed loudly on the desk in front of me, breaking the spell. She shook her head and Ian pulled his hand away.
Brandy fell in step with me after class. “You’re humming,” she remarked disapprovingly. “I don’t think Ian’s parents would approve of the type of energy floating around here.”
“I had to do it,” Ian said, coming up behind us. “She was paralyzed with fear.”
“Too bad the side effects will make both of you useless for the rest of the day. You didn’t think about that, did you?”
“Useless for what?” I asked.
“Ian won’t be able to defend himself if someone should attack. His energy is too wrapped up in yours,” Brandy explained. "

― , Atlantis Rising (Atlantis Rising, #1)