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to the next, whispering to each other.
    Well, actually, only the girl was whispering. The first guy looked bored, although he did perk up when they passed by a case that contained some old chemistry sets.
    The bodyguard noticed me watching them, and she gave me a suspicious look, taking in my cheap clothes and casual stance, as well as my battered backpack sitting on the counter. She kept her hand on her sword, but she relaxed when she realized I didn’t have a weapon. Her mistake. I couldn’t carry a sword with me to the rube high school, but I always wore a thick, wide belt around my waist—one that had several hidden slots and was studded with three stars. They might look like pretty decorations, but they were actually black blade throwing stars, and I had excellent aim.
    I was so focused on the bodyguard that I lost track of the second guy. I didn’t see him approach me until he was standing next to my elbow.
    â€œExcuse me.”
    I turned my head to him. Once I did, I didn’t want to look away.
    His face was as hard and chiseled as the rest of him, and his eyes were an intense green that was completely mesmerizing. He drifted a little closer to me, and I caught a whiff of his scent, sharp, fresh, and tangy, like pine needles. It suited him. In a strange way, he reminded me of the forests that covered Cloudburst Mountain—deep, dark, and utterly mysterious.
    â€œDo you know where Mo is?” he asked, his voice low, deep, and melodic, like a river rushing by.
    â€œYou know Mo?”
    He nodded. “I met him over at the Midway a few days ago. He had a booth next to one of the fountains. I need a birthday present for my mom, and he said he might have something here that she’d like.”
    Something that I’d stolen or he’d conned from someone was more like it, but I decided not to ruin Mo’s potential sale. Maybe he’d give me a bonus for keeping the guy here until he returned.
    â€œMo’s in the back,” I said. “He should be out soon.”
    â€œThanks.”
    The guy smiled at me, and I glanced at him again just in time to look directly into his eyes.
    My mistake.
    Sight was a common Talent, but my magic went beyond seeing the world with crystal clarity or being able to navigate through the dark like it was daylight.
    Because I could also see into people.
    All I had to do was stare into someone’s eyes, and I knew exactly what they were feeling at that moment, whether it was love, hate, anger, or something else. Not only that, but I could actually feel the emotion in my own heart, just like the person who was experiencing it. Soulsight, it was called. A major Talent and one that I could have done without. Most people didn’t have a lot of nice thoughts, feelings, or emotions, not even toward their own so-called friends and family.
    But this guy . . . he radiated cold sorrow, as though he was carrying around a heavy burden that he could never, ever be free from. Still, there was a rock-hard strength mixed in with his sorrow, along with a flicker of something else buried deep, deep down . . . a hot spark that I couldn’t quite identify.
    I knew in an instant that he was the sort of guy who was exceedingly loyal to his friends. Who felt responsible for others. Who tried to help people as much as he could even if they didn’t deserve it, and he ended up being the one who got hurt instead. The sort of guy that others saw as a leader and naturally flocked to. The sort of guy who was just so disgustingly fascinating that you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
    The guy kept smiling, although his expression grew thinner and fainter the longer I stared. But I couldn’t help it. For the first time in a long time, I was completely captivated by another person. In that moment, all I wanted to do was peel back the cool exterior of his emotions and see what really lay beneath—and especially see what would happen when that hot