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who
were
you looking at?”
    Oh, just the imaginary, invisible thing that I thought was watching me,
Cassidy considered saying, before deciding that Nash had enough worries about her without adding “delusional” to the list. Instead, she merely shrugged. “Just thinking. Anyway,” she added as she suddenly caught sight of the book that he’d put down on the wooden table, “looks like you’ve been busy.”
    “I’ll say. George’s dad has a first edition of Boethius’s
Consolation of Philosophy
. I mean, Cass, this is like crack to my people. Which is why,
mia bella
, I need to put this bambino in my locker.”
    “Fine.” Cassidy was well used to Nash’s unnatural excitement about all things book-related. Then she remembered about one book in particular. “Oh, and that reminds me. Nice one dumping that enormous thing in my purse yesterday. It weighed a ton.”
    “Your purse always weighs a ton. Not to mention the fact that it defies the laws of quantum physics,” Nash countered before frowning. “But what enormous thing are you talking about?”
    “A book. You know—big and leathery. Looks like it’s about a million years old. You were reading it yesterday afternoon at the mall.”
    “No.” Nash shook his head, causing his shiny brown locks to flop around his chiseled face before he dumped his leather satchel next to George’s book and searched around for something, eventually pulling out a tattered brown leather book and waving it in her face. “
This
is what I was reading yesterday at the mall.”
    “What?” Cassidy widened her eyes as confusion danced across her brow. “It wasn’t your book in my purse?”
    “Of course not.” Nash looked at her like she had just asked him to pull off his ear and pickle it. “Are you insane? This treasure cost fifty bucks on eBay, and I’ve seen what the inside of your purse looks like. Why would you even think that?”
    “Er, because of the large leather-bound book that I found in there last night,” Cassidy said as Nash put his book back into his leather satchel and held out his hand. Next thing she knew, she was being hauled to her feet as Nash nodded toward the school entrance.
    “Okay, I’m intrigued,” he said as he glided down the corridor. Cassidy never got sick of watching how people just seemed to melt out of his way. “How did it get there?”
    “I’ve got no idea,” Cassidy said as someone’s backpack hit her arm. She paused for a moment and rubbed it before they finally reached his locker. “I mean, up until a second ago, I thought it was yours.”
    “So what’s it like? And when you say old, how old, exactly?” Nash’s clever eyes shone with excitement as he deposited the Boethius in his locker before carefully selecting a book to get him through “the monotony that is Mrs. Miller’s Health class.” He tucked his selection into his satchel and raised his eyebrows as the second bell rang out. “Well, I’m waiting. Details, please?”
    “I don’t have details. It just looked like a book. A big old leather book. Oh, and there were loads of diagrams in it. None of which made sense.”
    “That settles it,” Nash said in a firm voice. “I’m coming over to your house this afternoon to see this mysterious book.
Oh, crap. We’ve got to go.
”
    “What?” Cassidy found herself being tugged in the opposite direction from their class. She ground in her heels and folded her arms, but before she could say anything else, she caught sight of Celeste Gilbert and three of her friends all marching directly toward them. Cassidy turned to him in surprise. “Um, since when do you know Celeste and her crew?”
    “Since never,” Nash retorted in a low voice, his head cocked as if trying to calculate the statistical probability of being able to run away before they reached them.
    “So why are they heading in our direction?” Cassidy asked with interest.
    Nash let out a sigh. “For some reason she’s got it into her head that I would