Storm wades out, shakes the water out of his ears and plops down on my other side, away from Sky. The cloudless, sun-bright atmosphere turns darker, and I realize my sister is projecting her unhappiness, fueling a rage in me that started when Jewel was taken. I feel a burn deep inside and stand up to leave. Let the two of them duke it out. I have enough to deal with.
On the deck, I glance back and see them still sitting in their spots. They don’t seem to be talking, but at least they aren’t running away from each other. I wish Storm would wise up. Pheromones don’t lie. He’s crazy about my sister. I ignore the fact that I smell the same pheromones when he’s around Jewel.
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