Timespell by Diana Paz Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Diana Paz
take a nap and totally make it back in time to talk to Angie, and then move on with her life for fifth and sixth periods.
At the driveway gate she cast a quick glance around. No security in sight. They always started with the main hallways. Suckers.
She reached for the gate, but her hand stilled.
Locked.
“Perfect,” she muttered. All that for nothing, except a month in Saturday detention.
“You can squeeze through the gate,” a deep voice said.
Her hands stiffened.
A figure moved out from the row of trees on the opposite side of the fence.
“Oh,” she breathed. It was the guy from Indira’s tent. He wore cargo shorts and a light, untucked shirt, his hair as long and tousled as before. She wanted to run her fingers through those glossy black waves, and felt herself blush fiercely at the idea. She had Brian. What was she thinking?
Pirate-guy moved to the gate, separating the two sides as far as the chain let him. “You can squeeze through,” he repeated, his silver gaze resting on her a moment.
“No offense,” Julia said, sliding easily through the gates, “but this is weird.”
“Is it?” He fell into step with her as she headed down the block.
“Yeah. Aside from the fact that you can disappear, which is also weird, how did you know where I go to school?” She studied his face, but he remained quiet as they got to the park. Indira’s words crept into her memory. His time in your life is nearly here.
She skidded to a stop. “Indira sent you.”
“Indira? No.”
“Then who?”
“The only person who can send me anywhere is you.”
What is he talking about? She shook her head, pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry, did I miss something?”
“The Fates gave me to you, Julia. I’m your Wanderer.”
She stared at him. “Gave you to me? What does that even mean?”
“What else could it mean?” His eyes flashed as he raised his voice, bitterness embedded in every word. “I’m yours, Daughter of Fate, whether I want to be or not. Your guardian. Your protector. Like some kind of slave you summon up whenever you need me. Now do you get it?”
“Chill out.” She dropped her backpack under a cluster oftrees. This was as good a place as any for a nap, and she was ready to lose the pirate with the attitude problem. “I didn’t ask for a Wanderer and I’m pretty tired. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll ditch school without your help, thank you very much.”
He came so close she took a step back, bumping into a tree. “Ouch,” she said, rubbing her head where it hit. Did this guy not know about personal space?
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and deep.
She had been looking everywhere except at him. Looking at him gave her a few too many butterflies for a girl with a boyfriend. She let out a shaky breath. What was so wrong with looking at him? Maybe a few things. First, he was being a jerk. Second, he was close enough that the wrong move might lead to bodily contact. Third, he was gorgeous. His black hair fell into his eyes in a way that made her itch to pull it back. And those eyes ... wow. The contrast of curling black lashes made his irises gleam as bright as metal. She couldn’t look away. She should look away, because she was breathless now, and because he was reaching up to touch her face.
She shut her eyes.
I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend.
“Julia,” he murmured, his fingers brushing her jaw.
She felt his warmth at her lips.
Holy cow, he was going for the kiss. Was that such a bad thing? What am I thinking? “No-no-no,” she said ducking out of his arms.
Pain and confusion played across his features. She frowned up at him. Had she been leading him on? She rubbed her eyes, her head completely fuzzy. Brian was awesome and he didn’t deserve this. Kissing a random stranger at the park? Okay, not completely random since they had a magical connection, but still—ew.
“Listen,” she said, her voice shaky. “I don’t
At the driveway gate she cast a quick glance around. No security in sight. They always started with the main hallways. Suckers.
She reached for the gate, but her hand stilled.
Locked.
“Perfect,” she muttered. All that for nothing, except a month in Saturday detention.
“You can squeeze through the gate,” a deep voice said.
Her hands stiffened.
A figure moved out from the row of trees on the opposite side of the fence.
“Oh,” she breathed. It was the guy from Indira’s tent. He wore cargo shorts and a light, untucked shirt, his hair as long and tousled as before. She wanted to run her fingers through those glossy black waves, and felt herself blush fiercely at the idea. She had Brian. What was she thinking?
Pirate-guy moved to the gate, separating the two sides as far as the chain let him. “You can squeeze through,” he repeated, his silver gaze resting on her a moment.
“No offense,” Julia said, sliding easily through the gates, “but this is weird.”
“Is it?” He fell into step with her as she headed down the block.
“Yeah. Aside from the fact that you can disappear, which is also weird, how did you know where I go to school?” She studied his face, but he remained quiet as they got to the park. Indira’s words crept into her memory. His time in your life is nearly here.
She skidded to a stop. “Indira sent you.”
“Indira? No.”
“Then who?”
“The only person who can send me anywhere is you.”
What is he talking about? She shook her head, pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry, did I miss something?”
“The Fates gave me to you, Julia. I’m your Wanderer.”
She stared at him. “Gave you to me? What does that even mean?”
“What else could it mean?” His eyes flashed as he raised his voice, bitterness embedded in every word. “I’m yours, Daughter of Fate, whether I want to be or not. Your guardian. Your protector. Like some kind of slave you summon up whenever you need me. Now do you get it?”
“Chill out.” She dropped her backpack under a cluster oftrees. This was as good a place as any for a nap, and she was ready to lose the pirate with the attitude problem. “I didn’t ask for a Wanderer and I’m pretty tired. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll ditch school without your help, thank you very much.”
He came so close she took a step back, bumping into a tree. “Ouch,” she said, rubbing her head where it hit. Did this guy not know about personal space?
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and deep.
She had been looking everywhere except at him. Looking at him gave her a few too many butterflies for a girl with a boyfriend. She let out a shaky breath. What was so wrong with looking at him? Maybe a few things. First, he was being a jerk. Second, he was close enough that the wrong move might lead to bodily contact. Third, he was gorgeous. His black hair fell into his eyes in a way that made her itch to pull it back. And those eyes ... wow. The contrast of curling black lashes made his irises gleam as bright as metal. She couldn’t look away. She should look away, because she was breathless now, and because he was reaching up to touch her face.
She shut her eyes.
I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend.
“Julia,” he murmured, his fingers brushing her jaw.
She felt his warmth at her lips.
Holy cow, he was going for the kiss. Was that such a bad thing? What am I thinking? “No-no-no,” she said ducking out of his arms.
Pain and confusion played across his features. She frowned up at him. Had she been leading him on? She rubbed her eyes, her head completely fuzzy. Brian was awesome and he didn’t deserve this. Kissing a random stranger at the park? Okay, not completely random since they had a magical connection, but still—ew.
“Listen,” she said, her voice shaky. “I don’t