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his way to save a girl’s life.”
    Nathan smiled as he brushed a loose strand of wavy brown hair from her face. “Yeah,” he said, with a laugh. “And it’s not every day that a guy has to go up against a fal len angel.”
    Leah laughed and then stood on the tip of her toes as N athan carefully cradled her face in his hands. “I mean, what is there not to like?” she said, teasingly, before Nathan could kiss her. She playfully turned her face away from his. “But now that I think about it, there is that annoying stubbornness — but I guess a person can get used to that.”
    “Oh, is that so?” asked Nathan, before pulling her in cl ose to kiss her.
    Suddenly, the door to Nathan’s bedroom swung forcibly open, hitting the wall behind it, hard. “No, that’ s not fair!” someone screamed.
    Startled, Nathan pulled away from Leah. “Talk about kisses interruptus!” he groaned. Nathan spun around and then immediately frowned. “Jonas!” he yelled. He paused after seeing the two pairs of brown eyes staring back at him. “And Bobby.”
    Jonas looked up at the call of his name and displayed a huge smile. “Nathan!” he said, energetically. He looked at him bright-eyed as Bobby continued to try to get the basketball away from him. “Oh — and hi, Leah.”
    Leah watched Bobby struggle to reach the basketball while Jonas held it high in the air. “Hey, Jona s,” she laughed. “How are you?”
    “Jonas!” blurted Nathan. “W– what are you doing here? And in my room!”
    Jonas continued to avoid his brother while simultaneou sly bouncing the basketball around the room. “Angela brought me,” he said, taking a moment to look at Nathan through his shaggy dark hair. “Well — us.”
    “Come on, Jonas!” whined Bobby, through clinched teeth. He was nearly out of breath. “You sa id that I could have it next!”
    Nathan grimaced as Bobby stood on top of his bed and attempted to grab the basketball from Jonas. “Look!” shouted Nathan. “Will you just give him the freaking basketball already? He’s messing up my sheets and my bed!”
    “It’s okay, Nathan,” said Leah with a laugh. She carefully placed the wooden picture frame ba ck on the desk. “I’ll fix it.”
    Without warning, Bobby sprung off the bed; launching for the basketball with his hands stretched out into the air. “Give it to me!” he yelled, before slamming into the tall wooden dresser. “Ouch!”
    “Ugh!” moaned Nathan, as the items on top of the dresser toppled over. “You guys get out of my room. You’re making a mess of everything!”
    Jonas looked over at him again and a look of sorrow washed over his face. “But I wanted to talk to you!” shouted Jonas. His eyes began to quiver in their sockets. “We h aven’t really spoken since camp.”
    Nathan froze. “Oh,” he said, sounding disarmed and slightly surprised. Nathan diver ted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he hadn’t been the best at returning Jonas’s phone calls or text messages. “W–what did you want to talk about?”
    Jonas paused, securing the basketball u nderneath his arm. Slowly, Bobby staggered to his feet, nursing a bruised elbow.
    Jonas took a deep breath and sigh ed. “Umm — just some stuff….” 
    “Like?” asked Nathan, slowly. He stared at him inquis itively. “Jonas?” Suddenly, Nathan’s eyes grew wide. “This isn’t about your powers is it? You know they can find you if you use your powers. Bobby?”
    Bobby quickly looked up at the sound of his name and frowned. “If I was using my lame powers I wouldn’t be here,” he smirked.
    Nathan looked at him confused and Bobby sighed. “This isn’t exactly Wizards and Warriors,” he explained, grudgin gly. “It’s not like I can actually use my power to travel into the space in-between realms to protect myself.”
    Jonas raised his eyebrows and they almost disappeared beneath his shaggy curls. “No, no,” he stumbled. “It’s not about that.” Slowly,