His eyes sharpened, the blue darkening with his intense focus. "I don't want to weird you out or anything. I don't know if you believe in...supernatural stuff."
"I'm not weirded out easily." That was the understatement of the year.
"A friend of mine," he leaned forward and lowered his voice, "told me that I'd meet someone. And that she'd be in a tough situation and would need a friend." The hairs on the back of my neck lifted. A chill worked its way over my skin. "She said that I should be there for that person, that she would need me in order to come to a difficult decision. That our meeting would be the vital cog in a series of events unfolding around us."
I stared at him, eyes wide with shock. My mind was a storm of questions, but I couldn't ask any of them aloud—not yet.
"I know it sounds strange." The tone of his voice begged me to listen, to take his words seriously. "My friend is special—very special."
I picked my words carefully. "I've seen things—things that cannot be explained away by current science." I felt the tension leave his body in a wave. I held my hand before he could say anything and continued, "I'm not saying I believe your friend—I haven't even met her." But I wanted to!
I filed away his tidbit for future reference. My conversation with Kyra in the forefront of my mind. It could be possible ... couldn't it? "I prefer not to make judgments until I can see the evidence for myself."
"Good." His smile was blinding, cutting off all rational thought. My heart skipped in my chest. The feeling was exciting, but terrifying at the same time. "So I am a vital cog. I like that." He chuckled, toying with my fingers. Tingles danced along my arm.
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