"That's crazy!" Jack exclaimed, bolting out of his chair. He started pacing around the room, running a hand through his curly hair. "Thi-this, is a complete suicide mission!" he stammered. Ryan turned his head from watching the riled up boy, to face Dr Emily. "Hate to agree with Mr. Paranoid over here, but he's right...
Nya is not a water ninja. She is not a witch. She is not a demigod. And there are no prophecies that she knows of in her part of town. To put it bluntly, compared to fictional people, her life is a little boring. But one sticky man will change all of that.
I turn around and look into his blue eyes, searching them. When I'm certain that he's not lying, butterflies erupt in my stomach and I gulp audibly. His fingers move from playing with the tips of my hair to my cheeks. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. His other hand moves from my waist to my jawline...