‘We can take her.’ Dakota mutters as they walk away.”No. That will just add fuel to the fire that I’m already trying to extinguish. Besides, she is Neah’s half sister.”‘But they don’t get along.'”Maybe not, but I don’t want to risk being kicked out.” I groan’Because you want to be with Damien!’****Damien didn’t come back for hours and since he has been back, he has barely spoken a word to me. He didn’t seem angry. But he sits at the small table in the kitchen, an arm resting on the top as his fingers drum the wood.”Is Dorothy coming back tonight?” I ask quietly. School would have finished a couple of hours ago. And at least she would break the tension that seemed to be surrounding us.”Sleepover.” He mutters as his dark eyes find mine.”That’s nice.” I wasn’t sure what I should say. Being around him made me nervous, but it also made my heart flutter. “She didn’t mention it this morning.”I was trying so hard to keep the conversation light. Maybe he had changed his mind about me being here. What if Blair had said something to him.”I asked if she could stay with Mallory for the night.””Oh.””So we could have the place to ourselves.”””What?”I roll off the sofa and smack my head on the coffee table as I hit the floor.”Ow!” Looking around, I realise I am alone. Damien had never returned and it was dark outside.I feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my forehead and quickly get to my feet. Why did the dream have to seem so real?Moving upstairs to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and scan the small inch long cut. It was already healing, which was weird to watch. I had never been able to heal until Cooper’s power over me was broken.Using a cloth, I wipe away the blood and groan. It had been a long time since a man I liked had invaded my dreams like that.I toss the cloth in the basket just as I hear the front door open. He’s back and at least he hadn’t seen me act like a complete twat.”Samara?” He calls out, “Why can I smell blood?!” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.”I tripped over. It’s okay, it’s already healed.”I turn and see him standing at the bathroom door. He glances at the bloody cloth in the basket and slowly his dark eyes return to me.”I fell asleep on the um, the um, sofa.” How was it that he made me trip over my own words? “I woke with a jump and uh, I fell off, not remembering where I was. I hit my head.” I rub my forehead where the little wound had been, it was already long gone. “It’s stupid.” His dark eyes hover on me. The intensity was just that. I feel my chest tighten, my breaths are short as he continues to stare.”Are you sure you are okay?” He steps forward closing the distance until he is inches away from me. He smells a little like smoke. He could have been at the packhouse, it would explain why he was gone for so long.”I’m, uh, It’s healed. It’s weird to watch it heal, but you know, it was going to happen eventually and it was something that wasn’t too serious.” The words tumble quickly from my mouth as Dakota laughs’You sound like a bumbling idiot!’ I feel her shake her head in amusement”Did you hit your head a little too hard?” He asks, but I’m certain he is low key trying to sniff me.”I didn’t pass out or anything, if that’s what you mean. I woke up, hit my head and came up here to clean it. No big deal.”I really wanted to touch him again, to see if I felt that same weird spark. I just about manage to keep my arms at my side, ignoring the intrusive thoughts. But damn, he was so close.”May I?” He asks cautiously.I nod and he places his hands on my cheeks. My legs almost buckle at the intensity of the sparks that fly through me. I just about keep myself upright as his thumb glides across my forehead. He must feel it, there’s no way he couldn’t have. I look up at him and there is a deep frown on his face.”No Dorothy?” I force out, I had to talk about something. “School finished ages ago.””She’s having a sleepover.”I gulp, it was just like my dream only now, he steps back. “I would suggest you don’t fall asleep on the sofa. We don’t want something like that happening again.””Okay.” I mutter confused, but he is busy rubbing his fingers in his palms. Like he was trying to figure something out.’He felt it too.’