Watch Me: Teen Paranormal Romance (A Touched Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

asked.
    “What do you mean? I didn’t see anything.”
    “Come on, Chloe. I could feel how scared you were when you collapsed in the hall. How scared you still are.”
    “I can’t,” I said.
    “You mean you won’t.”
    “Same thing. There are some things people are better off not knowing. This is one. Knowing would only destroy everything.” I scraped the scraps of food into the garbage and put the dishes in the dishwasher, ignoring the clattering of glass hitting glass.
    “And you don’t think knowing might help change whatever you saw?”
    I closed the dishwasher and rested my elbows on the counter, running my fingers through my wavy hair. Keeping my back to her, I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. Lily stepped closer, the pale pink haze of her future slipping around me, and I let myself open to it.
    The vision was sweet. Lily and Micah playing at the park with his little girl, Hannah. The three of them cuddling on the couch.
    But Hannah was older. She wasn’t the little toddler she was now. This was further ahead than what I’d seen from Sebastian, which meant what I’d seen from him couldn’t have been the future. The future was exactly as I’d seen so many times before. Relief had my shoulders sagging and I smiled.
    Turning around, I leaned back and put my hands on counter top, jutting my elbows out behind me. “The future doesn’t change,” I said.
    She stared at me and I nearly started squirming under the heat of it. Finally, she shook her head. “You know that’s not true. The future isn’t as set in stone as you’ve always thought. You’ve been wrong more than once and not only little things.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with my gift.” I pushed away from the counter and drew myself up to my full height, using my six and a half inch height advantage to tower over her.
    For a moment, I thought it worked. Lily slumped, her eyes darting away. Then it was like she became possessed by Phoebe. She cocked her head to the side and looked at me with narrowed eyes.
    “Then where’s Dylan? How did you not see him killing himself? How did you see him here for Christmas? For prom? If your gift is always right, why were you so wrong? If it worked perfectly, Dylan would be here today. I’d be with him and Micah wouldn’t even have a clue that I existed. Maybe it’s time to accept the fact that your ability isn’t as flawless as you’d like to think it is.”
    That hurt, mainly because I didn’t expect it from her. Phoebe had no problem speaking her mind and hitting me where it hurts most, but Lily was the gentle soul. She pursed her lips as she struggled against my wounded emotions. Her face lost the attitude, but even then there was still frustration.
    “You can’t keep hiding from this, Chloe. Your gift of prophecy isn’t fool proof. And if it’s not then you need to figure out what you’re supposed to be doing with it, because I don’t think you were given this ability for the sole purpose of tormenting Phoebe and Nathan.” She spun around and stomped down the stairs to the basement.
    She didn’t understand. My gift had to be right, because it was me. It defined me and directed every aspect of my life. Without the future I knew was coming, I didn’t know who I was.
    I’d never had what Lily had. A boyfriend devoted to me for years. Regardless of how her relationship with Dylan had ended, she’d been loved. Now she had Micah, and theirs was a love that would surpass anything she ever had with Dylan. All I would have was Andrew, and even then it would only be a handful of memories that turned sour soon.
    That kind of love was never going to happen for me. I knew that.
    I refused to wallow in self-pity. My future was set in stone. I had known every part of it since I was seven. Well, at least the vital stuff: where I would go to college, my career as an English professor at a small college in Oregon, how I would die alone at home when I was sixty-eight from a heart attack. The little