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“They saw in me something I hadn’t even recognized in myself. I’m not scared of them. And it is all for one simple reason…because I’m willing to give up my life to protect the ones I love.”
    “Yes, I’ve known that, but I don’t like when you talk about-”
    “You’re not hearing me,” I said, abruptly. “I am in love with you. With you, Jameson. ”
    He didn’t respond immediately, and I could see him processing what I’d just said. He lowered his eyebrows before questioning me, “And the prophecy?”
    The last private conversation I had with Jameson surfaced and I remembered what he’d said to me. “You told me that you’d wear me down and show me there was nothing to fear; you’d prove me wrong about the prophecy. But what I didn’t realize is that you already had. The issue isn’t the prophecy; it never has been. The issue is me.” I stopped to draw in a wavering breath, continuing to work on controlling the emotions surging through me. “What I’m saying, in not the most concise way, is that I’m not afraid anymore of being together…with you…Jameson.”
    Exhaling, I released the tension our argument had created in me, in a rush. It seemed to fill the room. “That’s it…that's the reason I was staring at you in the boat this morning.”
    I carefully evaluated him, waiting to see what kind of reaction he might have to all I’d just confessed. “After what I’ve put you through…” My throat threatened to close, but I swallowed hard and refused to give in. “Do you-Can you still love me?” There it was, out in the open, and now I was far more vulnerable than I ever had been.
    His focus settled on the floorboards and he showed what I thought was offense. Then he leveled his eyes at me and began to speak. “What kind of question is that? I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I stayed away from you, didn’t talk to you, tried not to think about you, tried not to show how I feel about you. Now you’re standing there, and you’re asking if I can still love you?” He snorted and once again began shaking his head in amazement at me. “Jocelyn, what makes you think I ever stopped?”
    And the wall I had so carefully constructed; the one designed to keep Jameson and me apart; the one created so that he couldn’t touch me; again came crumbling down. Somehow our love – stubborn, loyal, and unyielding – had smashed right through it.
    As soon as the words left his lips, Jameson began taking strides across the room toward me. Suddenly, his arms were around me, and his hands were on my back, gently pressing me to him. He kissed me, strong and fierce, and a moan escaped his warm lips, sending an electric shock through me, drawing me in.
    My fingers wound around his tousled hair, pulling his head back to deepen our kiss, and allowing me to fully express the need for him that had been suppressed for far too long. I made a sound that, while muffled, was clearly the release of agonized passion. He matched it with a feverish groan.
    Before I knew it, my back was against the wall, and his lips were leaving a warm, moist trail down my neck, exciting me with each tender kiss. My chest, rising rapidly with my excitement, met them. I clung to him, thankful for the wood against my back or my body would have collapsed by now, overwhelmed with passion. My breath came in short gasps, but I couldn’t stop myself from lifting his lips back to mine, hungering for more. Our kisses became soft then…determined, imploring.
    Every part of me craved him. I cared for nothing else in the world. In that moment, there were no Sevens, no suffering, no worries. There was only Jameson and every part of me yearning for him. Nothing could separate us again.
    And then the terrified scream filled the night air. It carried with it the sound of one word, transparent and chilling.
    “Viiiirrrres!”

 
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    Before interrupting our kiss, Jameson lifted my feet off the floor. He maintained a loving