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Apparently, all you need is a brush with death , and they give you one of these beauties. ” I slide my finger across the dashboard.
    “I could go for a coffee,” Skye says out of thin air . Before I have time to answer, she walks behind the car. I’m still stunned when s he opens the passenger door and climbs inside.
    Uh-oh . Is this a date? I really should start planning these things better .
     

Chapter 8: Skye
    He takes me to this ch arming, run-down coffee house on Broadway. We sit outside, watching the people traffic and listening to the city noise . Cars with rainbow flags, a hot dog vendor joking with his customers , a couple of girls with pink hair, a bunch of college students with full backpacks and white earphones . Whenever a homeless guy asks for change, Drake happily obliges.
    I sip my e s presso, the third today, and ask about the car. He tells me his father wants h i m to be safe .
    “ Speaking of safe, h e also warned me about you. He said you’re a bad influence ,” Drake says.
    I laugh . “He did not!”
    “He should have ,” he says with a straight face. “ I mean, can you blame him? He doesn’t know anything about you, and it seems you and I will be hanging out a lot.”
    I raise my eyebrows. “Will we?”
    Drake makes a defensive gesture. “That’s what he says. If only he knew you better . Come on, tell me about yourself. ”
    He doesn’t know it, but he’s a charmer. I have to ask Priscilla about Drake’s past. I stand up and announce, “I’m going to get a scone. Do you want anything?”
    “Are you trying to buy time?” He nails it.
    “No, I’ m trying to buy a scone,” I say , cheekily, and go inside the coffeehouse. While waiting for my treat, I think about what I can volunteer. H iding too much will only attract attention. I feel like I owe him the truth, or , at least, a slice of the truth. For what we went through together in the woods .
    While I’m at the counter waiting for my scone, I sense a nother Sister . It’s a faint signature, but my instinct s make me look around the coffeehouse. I peek outside, through the windows. The source is not moving. I close my eyes for an instant, trying to shut out my other senses. I feel it. It’s coming from way down the road.
    I return with my scone, but stop by the door, still inside. I stare in the direction the signature comes from, but it’s impossible to recognize a face from this distance. However, I see something else: a bright red bike, about two blocks from us. Jane.
    She probably thinks she’s at a safe dis tance to spy on us. And why not? In her mind, if she doesn’t sense me, it mean s I can’t sense her either. However, she doesn’t know about my long-ranging True Sight Charm .
    I wonder why she would follow us. I chalk it up to curiosity about another Sister coming into her territory. If she’s as anti-social as Connor says, it makes sense.
    Drake still awaits me . A nd an answer as well. I almost forgot about him.
    Partially hidden by the door, I peek at him. He seems to be watching something amusing on the street, because a n easy smile sprouts from his lips. When he smiles, his whole face lights up : his eyes sparkle, his eyebrows arch, his angular chin becomes more prominent. The olive skin and the hazel eyes are a good match. Yep, he’s cute.
    I ’d better not keep him waiting. I go outside to our table, sit down, and say, “I’m from London. I mean, I’ve been living in America on and off for a few years now.” I bite into the scone ; it’s pure blueberry yumminess .
    “ Where? ”
    “ New York , m ostly. And Vancouver. And other places. My mother travels a lot,” I say, my mouth full.
    “No father?” When I nod , he continues. “Sorry, it’s none of my business, but I have a single parent too. My mom left us when I was little .”
    I know; his father was candid when we were at the hospital. It seemed as if Mr. Hunter felt compelled to justify Drake’s mother ’s absence . But I just say,