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look that seemed to say he knew me, but then he wiped his face blank and stood expressionless. I suddenly remembered the scissors.
    “Oops.” Slipped out of my mouth as I padded my bare feet back into the kitchen to get the scissors.
    A resolve started to settle in my mind to touch him when I handed off the scissors. If he made my body feel disoriented just standing by him, what would it feel like to touch him? There was only one way to find out.
    “Here you go.” I worked hard to make my voice sound calm as my arm stretched out to his.
    “Thanks.” His gaze seemed to be stuck on me as well, but maybe I just wanted him to be. It made sense that I was imagining him reciprocating my sudden obsession.
    As I pushed the scissors into his hand, I gracefully, of course, skirted my thumb down the length of his first finger.
    Time stopped.
    All coherent thoughts escaped me as I attempted to drown myself in this feeling. It was warm and electric at the same time. My body fed off of it for what felt like eternity, and then he dropped his hand and stepped back.
    My eyes looked up at his filled with questions.
    “Thanks,” he said again coldly.
    I stood, numb and confused. He had magic, too. I knew it.
    “See you around,” I replied. The right words refused to come out of my mouth, so there wasn’t anything else for me to say.
    He simply walked out the door and shut it behind him without another word. I could almost feel when he passed out of the vicinity of my yard as the tingling left my body. The feeling seemed stronger since our touch. Is that why he had been careful not to touch me?
    A few steps and my back hit the door, then I slid down.
    I decided to do my best to stay away from him from now on. No way did I want to be another gawking girl to give him a notch on his belt.
    Why could I feel him?
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Finally, it was the end of the week and I was on my last appointment. A new patient. As I glanced through her file, I felt little pains throughout my body. It was going to be a rough afternoon. I went out to meet her and bring her in.
    “Hi. I’m Layna Covington. It’s nice to meet you.” I gave her my warmest smile.
    “Hello. I’m Lila.” Her shy green eyes looked back at me and then shifted away.
    We shook hands and she followed me back into my office. She sat down on the bone colored suede sofa cushion that was surrounded in brown leather. I took my seat opposite of her in a chair that matched the sofa. My chair is deliberately placed close enough to reach my clients if necessary and I was certainly prepared in this situation.
    “How are you feeling today, Lila?”
    The fumbling of her fingers allowed me to see how uneasy she was feeling. She looked so young. Her platinum blonde hair seemed to glow as opposed to the dark aura that was clouding the rest of her. Sometimes, I could get a really good sense of what was inside of the person when I focused on them. This was not hard at all with Lila.
    “I’m not really sleeping that well lately,” she replied. And again, no eye contact.
    “Are you having trouble falling asleep? Or, are you woken up after already being asleep?” My voice was calm, but I needed to know the extent to which her trauma inflicted on her sleep. People don’t always realize how crucial good sleep is. This is the body’s natural way to heal things.
    “Both.” Her eyes darted around the room and finally rested on her fingers.
    “Alright. Let’s start with falling asleep. What do you think is keeping you from relaxing at night?” I leaned over my legs as far as I could without touching Lila. I could almost feel her breaths getting shorter and more strained.
    “I…I’m...I see things. When I close my eyes, I see things that scare me.” Her voice dropped off at the end as though she couldn’t finish. I had read her file and I knew what she was seeing. It almost made me see red as I watched her live through it. What kind of person in their right mind