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who
could.
    I wanted to push Jace’s
hand off the chair; however, I had an unexplainable urge never to touch him. It
was like some primitive instinct had taken over my body and refused
to get anywhere near him but just as strongly, refused to move
away. My arms and legs froze. It took an act of God to lean away.
My anxiety peaked. I swallowed again and breathed through my nose,
hoping no one had noticed my awkward, clipped movements.
    “ Like MMA?” Ryker asked in
an octave lower than what he normally spoke. I wanted to say that
it was pathetic that he developed a bro-mance, but I couldn’t
unclench my jaw.
    “ Yeah, something like
that,” Jace said.
    My brain felt like it was going
through a shredder when his finger trailed against the back of my
shirt. My eardrum split, and a loud ringing from his finger running
over the fabric in my shirt, drowned out everything else in the
room. The harder he pressed against my back, the more my stomach
twisted. My back spasmed. It took all of my self-control not to cry
out when he flicked his finger across my neck. Just as quickly as I
froze, my limbs obeyed me once again; I could move freely and
seized the opportunity. Stumbling out of my seat, I mumbled that I
needed a glass of water. Gravity shifted under my feet. I stumbled
onto the floor. Maybe he stuck his leg out and tripped me; I wasn’t
sure, but I knew Jace had done it somehow.
    I glared up at him, only to gasp. For
a moment the definition in his face formed. Most of his facial
features were still muddy, except for two perfectly formed lips. He
spoke in a foreign language – one that I’d never recalled hearing
but was familiar all the same. However, that wasn’t what struck me
dumb. His lips – his perfectly shaped, full lips – didn’t move when
he spoke. I blinked, attempting to clear my vision. I had to be
seeing things.
    His voice blared in my mind the longer
he spoke. The words I couldn’t understand seemed to echo an
unrelenting ringing in my ears. I couldn’t look away from his white
silhouette. I distantly heard Ryker talking, but whatever he said
wasn’t nearly as important as what Jace was saying – even though I
didn’t understand a single word.
    “ What do you want?” I
whispered, unsure if I actually wanted to know. I focused on his
lips and watched intensively.
    “ You ,” he said crystal clear and then spoke in the language I
didn’t understand. His voice tasted like syrup on my tongue, but
his lips never moved.
    Mrs. Brigg’s shoes clicked sharply
against the tile as she walked towards me. A girl – Kayla, I
believe – helped me back into my chair while everyone else gawked
at me. The teacher demanded to know why I was laying on the
floor.
    “ My vertigo is off. I
believe I’m getting a migraine,” I said, trying to think of any
logical reason why I suddenly got ill. I certainly wasn’t going to
take the opportunity and point a finger at Jace. They’d assume I
was crazy; I wasn’t so sure they’d be wrong. I tried to stand, but
the world shifted under me again. It forced me back on my knees. I
covered my mouth and hoped not to vomit.
    “ I’ll call the nurse and
let her know you’re on your way. Kayla, can you escort Winnie?”
Mrs. Briggs said.
    “ I’ll be fine by myself,” I
said, irritated that I’d been assigned a babysitter, even if I
wasn’t exactly top-notch shape.
    My stomach instantly eased when Jace
muttered another incomprehensible comment in the language I didn’t
understand. The sound of his voice calmed me, which bothered me at
the same time. Kayla released her grasp when I promised not to move
without her. She left to grab her things when Jace piped
up.
    “ Mrs. Briggs, I’m not
feeling the greatest either – a little nausea. May I be excused as
well?” Under his breath, Jace admitted that his nerves getting the
best of him from being in a new school.
    “ I suppose. Could you
escort Gwyneth?” she asked.
    “ I’ll be fine,” I said,
trying to