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Adrian's smile returned. "If it makes you feel better, you actually looked natural out there - back in the park." 

"Doing . . . what? Throwing fireballs?" I shook my head. "There's nothing natural about that." 

"You wouldn't think so, but . . . well. You were . . . amazing, throwing that fire like some kind of ancient warrior goddess." 

Annoyed, I turned away. "Stop making fun of me." 

He caught my arm and pulled me back toward him. "I am absolutely serious." 

I swallowed, speechless for a moment. All I was aware of was how close we were, that he was holding me to him with only a few inches between us. Almost as close as at the sorority. "I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I managed at last. 

Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both." 

I knew that look in his eyes. I knew because I'd seen it before. I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he ran his finger along the side of my neck. "There it is, huh? Badge of honor." 

It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the hickey It had faded but wasn't entirely gone.

The Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead. 


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