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judge of that,” he said. “I’d never treat you like a child.” He kissed me again. “I’ll always be honest with you.” Again. “I would never let anything happen to you; no matter what.” Again. “Everything will be okay.”
    “Promise?” I asked, running my fingers across the dark stubble on his cheek.
    “Breaker’s promise,” he answered.
    I stood, feeling warm and dizzy, buzzed and sad all at the same time. “Good,” I answered. Because, at this point, I think one more surprise would put me in the grave.” I turned, heading to the mirror to make sure I didn’t look as disheveled as I felt, when I slammed into something. I stumbled backward. That didn’t make any sense. Nothing was in front of me. It was like I had walked headfirst into an invisible wall. And invisible wall, or an…
    Oh, oh God.
    “No. No, no, no, no, no!” I said, feeling the invisible mass before me; feeling its arms, its shoulders, its long flowing hair.  “Flora, is that you?”
    I thought we were alone. Owen and I had rehashed everything in this room. We had made out. We had talked about all that happened. Oh Lord, I called myself the Bloodmoon.
    Flora came into view before me, biting her lip, her hands clasped together nervously. “I guess I’d better get a shovel,” she said.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
Lake Views and Sweater Slivers
     
    “What the hell are you doing here, Flora?!” I yelled; my heart racing.
    She ran her hands through her long red hair three times in rapid succession. “Um, it’s my room,” she answered.
    “You know what I mean! Why didn’t you say something when we came in?” I had royally screwed up this time; extra royally screwed up. Everything, and I do mean everything, Owen and I had been trying to keep secret had just been laid out in front of Flora. And, while she was the closest thing outside of Owen that I had to an actual friend in Weathersby, putting the fate of my life in her hands wasn’t something I was too keen on doing.
    “I didn’t know I was invisible,” she admitted, squeaking like a mouse that had been caught in a trap. “It just happens and sometimes I don’t even realize it. I was going to say ‘Hi’, but before I got the chance you guys started yelling.” Her fingers ran tracks through her hair again. “I was going to leave, but you had closed the door behind you. And if you’d have seen the door open and close by itself then you’d have known I was here and- Well, we’d have been in the same position we are now. So I figured I’d just sit on the bed and wait for you to go. But then you started kissing, and I was afraid that you were gonna…” she trailed off. “So I got off the bed and stood by the door.” She threw her hands out in front of her. “But not toward you. I definitely wouldn’t have just stood there and watched you guys…you know. So I had my back turned, and that’s why I didn’t move when you ran into me.” She exhaled, flattening as though saying all of that had taken the air right out of her.
    My face got hot. “Just tell me what you heard,” I said, changing the ‘Owen and Cresta’s sexy time’ subject.
    “Not much,” she shook her head frantically. “Just about you trying to hide the fact that you’re actually the Bloodmoon from the Council of Masons and hating Owen’s ‘perfect’ because you guys are in love.” She bit her lip. “Oh, and about you being uncomfortable because they’ve seen each other naked. But honestly, I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. Throughout the entire Middle Ages, nudity was a rather fluid thing. In my ‘Terrains of the World’ class, we learned that there are whole tribes in South Africa that never wear any-“
    “I’m not the Bloodmoon,” I interrupted. “I mean, I know I said I was, but that was totally a joke.”
    “Really?” Flora crinkled her nose. “It didn’t sound like a joke.”
    “We’ll you’ve never been