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121 " Gray flipped back to several pages of magazine print and step-by-step illustrated guides for creating a smoldering look. She flipped back to the front page. No "
― Nikki Jefford , Entangled (Spellbound, #1)
122 " forgot to breathe. Fane held my gaze a moment longer then slipped out of his leather jacket. I watched, transfixed. This was history in the making. Fane Donado taking off his coat. All of his imperfections breezed out the door as soon as I got my first look at the six-pack straining against his cotton tee. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me. For a guy with such a slender build, Fane was surprisingly muscled. Fane took deliberate steps down the aisle of the bench, straight to the edge. He jumped from the bleachers, causing them to rock in his wake. I swore I felt a thud inside the pit of my stomach when he landed. Mr. Mooney nodded at Fane. “You two are playing Clayton and Tyler.” Fane walked past me and took two rackets off the floor. He handed me one. I took it from his outstretched hand then followed several steps behind. "
123 " twitch of his hand wanting to stop me. “Hey, you. Are you okay?” If I had any emotion left I’d laugh. He didn’t even know my name—that or it wasn’t worth saying. He studied me carefully. “I’ve seen that look before.” Now I was curious. Valerie jumped down from the bleachers. “Fane!” He didn’t pay attention to her. I held my breath waiting for him to tell me what he saw. Valerie sashayed her way over to Fane, red hair blazing down her shoulders. She held out his jacket. “I’m ready to blow this joint. Let’s get a bite.” Her last words grabbed his attention, and he forgot me completely. Valerie looped her arm around Fane’s and they walked toward the double doors. I was right behind them, silent as a ghost. When I reached the hall entrance leading to the locker rooms I stopped. I saw his head start to turn. I knew he was going to look back, but by the "
124 " wasn’t a witch . . . at least in the magical sense. Gray’s classmates weren’t the only ones who couldn’t see her; Gray couldn’t see herself or her foot when it rolled over a pencil. She sucked in a breath and picked her way to the back of the room. The use of magic in the presence of normal humans was forbidden by their coven—except in case of emergencies. She highly doubted that getting out of a tardy counted, but Charlene started it, and Gray had obeyed till now. If anything, she eschewed magic in public. She "
125 " Gray looked Raj in the eyes. “Why not?” He glanced down and hesitated a moment before pulling his hand back and letting it slip under the table. Raj dug inside his pocket and then held out his fist to Gray. After a pause that seemed to last an eternity, Gray placed an open palm under Raj’s hand, but he didn’t release the object. She jerked her hand with impatience. Did he expect her to pry the trinket out of his fingers? Finally Raj dropped it into her palm and pulled his hand back. Gray felt the object before she saw it. The beads, stone, and silver were warm from being inside Raj’s pocket. The moment it landed in her palm she curled her fingers around it and felt a hum reverberate through her entire body. Passion. Longing. Anguish. “What "
126 " Charlene had gone to Ryan’s locker to talk to him. Raj didn’t bother with any pretenses, like reading a book in the hallway. People like Charlene and Ryan were easy to observe openly; so engrossed in their own lives that they barely noticed other people around them. Raj flicked his Zippo "