Touched (8 page)
The description made me feel a little smug. My barricade
had
been getting stronger since I’d met him. His wall had been a tiny, white picket fence in comparison.
had
been getting stronger since I’d met him. His wall had been a tiny, white picket fence in comparison.
Asher chuckled at my expression.
Fascinated, I asked, “If it’s like running into a brick fortress, why do you keep trying?”
He leaned away, and I couldn’t interpret the misery I read in his face. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know what I felt on the beach, and what I’ve felt since. You have powers. You attacked me.”
His expression flattened, the emotion gone in an instant. “Don’t ask questions I can’t answer. It’ll be better for both of us that way.”
I didn’t know what would happen if he succeeded in attacking me, but I’d never been afraid of what I couldn’t see. The boogeyman didn’t frighten me because I’d had a real monster living down the hall. If Asher wanted me to be afraid of him, he’d have to give me good reason because from where I sat, he didn’t seem to want to hurt me.
He must have read my decision on my face because he sighed, resigned, and stood to go. “You’re not getting it. This was a mistake. Do me a favor and stay away from my family, okay?”
He’d sought me out today, and then he told me to back off. The way he ran hot and cold pissed me off. Sick to death of men and their head games, I rose and told him, “I don’t know, Asher. I’ve always had a thing for older men. Maybe one Blackwell brother is as good as another.”
I ignored the black scowl that darkened his features and walked away to join my friends. Hooking my arm through Brandon’s, I smiled when they ribbed me for fixing the bet so Lucy would win.
Asher’s gaze scorched my back until I was out of sight.
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he next day I skipped English to avoid Asher and raced home at the first opportunity.
he next day I skipped English to avoid Asher and raced home at the first opportunity.
After dinner, Laura drove me to the pool for my swimming lesson. Brandon already waited in the shallows when I left the locker room in my suit and walked down the pool steps to join him.
“You know, if the other guys ever figure out you have legs, we’ll have to find another place to practice.”
I splashed water in his face, and he laughed.
We spent the next hour practicing the breaststroke. Brandon made me proud when he only smirked once at saying “breast.” He cut through the water in a smooth line, swimming lap after lap beside me, the contracting muscles in his arms making the ink on his arms ripple. Soon, we noticed the pool had emptied out, and it was close to closing time.
Brandon climbed out of the deeper end of the pool instead of using the stairs. Leaning down, he offered to help me out, and I grasped his hand. He exerted too much force yanking me up to his side. My body fell into his, and he reacted by wrapping both arms around me tightly enough to steal my breath. He stumbled from the impact, and his hand dipped below my waist.
The logical part of me knew it was an accident. Brandon treated me with kindness and respect. He didn’t know that Dean had held me like this last year when I stepped between him and Anna during a brutal fight. He’d wrapped his arms around me as if to apologize for slapping me. Then, he’d squeezed me until I’d passed out and bruises covered my ribs.
My body ignored logic and reacted to Brandon’s embrace with pure instinct.
My head shot up and butted him in the chin. His head snapped back with the blow, and his large body fell sideways, the back of his head hitting the cement siding. With a loud splash, he toppled into the water.
Reason returned as drops of water sprayed me. Brandon didn’t surface, and my fear shifted into something darker as I saw him unconscious and sinking. A brief glance around the room found it empty.
“Help! Somebody help!” I screamed with frantic desperation. Nobody answered my yell for help, and I knew I was on my own.
“Oh, God, help me please,” I whispered and dove in after Brandon.
He rested at the bottom of the deep end, his eyes closed and limp arms floating. I kicked as hard as I could until I could grab him.
When I wrapped a hand around his arm, blue sparks shot from my skin to his as my body attempted to heal him. I’d forgotten how instantaneous my body’s reaction could be to injuries and hadn’t bothered to shield myself. Brandon was drowning and now, I was, too, because I couldn’t separate his wounds from my own. His lungs filled with water. My mouth was tightly closed, but still I felt heaviness invading as the water began to fill my own chest. Lights gleamed a few short feet above my head, but they might have been the stars, so far were they out of my reach.
I wouldn’t let Brandon drown without trying to save him, and I couldn’t pull him up on my own.
We would both die.
Defeated, my lungs ached as my air ran out. Seconds away from opening my mouth to breathe in, I glimpsed a body diving through the water above me.
Asher
. His eyes narrowed as he kicked his way toward me faster than should have been physically possible. I sensed his wall go up before he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and another around Brandon’s. Placing both feet on the bottom of the pool, he shoved off and sent all three of us rocketing upward.
Asher
. His eyes narrowed as he kicked his way toward me faster than should have been physically possible. I sensed his wall go up before he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and another around Brandon’s. Placing both feet on the bottom of the pool, he shoved off and sent all three of us rocketing upward.
My head cleared the surface, and I choked up chlorinated water as Asher dragged both Brandon and me to the edge of the pool. He knocked my hand from Brandon’s arm with an almost violent move in the process. Just like that, I could think again.
Hank, the pool superintendent, who closed the community center every night—a kind man in his sixties—helped pull Brandon over the lip of the pool onto the concrete floor as Asher lifted him. Then, Asher launched himself out in one lithe movement and reached back to haul me out. Unlike the effort Brandon had required, Asher placed his hands under my arms and picked me up as if I were a child instead of a gangly girl two inches shy of six feet.
He didn’t put me down, either.
He cradled me against him with his arms wrapped around my back and my feet dangling in the air. We were both dripping wet, but my chilled body warmed wherever he touched me. Red-hot fire spread when one of Asher’s large hands slipped into my hair to press my face into his shoulder, and I welcomed the heat.
We might have stayed that way forever if Brandon’s coughing hadn’t pulled me back to awareness. I pushed against Asher’s shoulders until he set me down. We moved to where Hank had turned Brandon on his side. Semiconscious, Brandon was choking up a gallon of chlorinated water, and blood stained the puddle of water by his head. Hank told us to stay with Brandon while he ran to the office to call an ambulance.
Asher clasped my hand in an unbreakable grip when I reached out to touch Brandon. I peered up into his grim eyes; he looked scared and unmovable as he shook his head at me.
Hoping it looked believable, I smiled to reassure him. “Let me go.”
“Your guard will be down. What if I . . .”
“Go if you have to, but don’t try to stop me.”
Asher didn’t respond. I tugged on my hand, and a long moment later, he released me. I sensed him reinforcing the barrier in his mind. “Make sure Hank doesn’t see,” I whispered.
Touching Brandon’s shoulder lit a current of energy that poured through me to him. The healing that had begun six feet underwater continued as if it hadn’t been interrupted by our near drowning. His lungs would be okay: He’d thrown up most of the water and breathed in rough gasps. His chin sported a red bruise from my blow, and a small cut bled on the back of his head from hitting the lip of the pool. These wounds healed with ease, but his concussion worried me.
I’d never done well with Anna’s head injuries. They hurt like hell and created such mental confusion and distress, I often couldn’t heal myself for hours afterward. Gritting my teeth, I strained to relax. Closing my eyes, I pictured the wound and then imagined the swelling dissipating. From a distance, I heard Hank returning and Asher shifting to hide me from his view.
Having done all I could, my hand fell from Brandon and my eyes opened to see the familiar blue sparks. They’d faded when Brandon opened his eyes. My sigh of relief was palpable when he focused on me. I struggled to appear normal as my vision clouded, and my brain threatened to explode out of my skull. He blinked at me with concern and said, “Remy? What happened? You okay?”
Leaning forward, I rested my aching forehead against my friend’s and shivered with the aftermath of the healing. “Sure, Brand. The next time you want to drown, though, you better make sure there’s a good swimmer around. Asher had to pull us both out.”
Brandon rubbed a gentle hand on my arm to chafe some warmth into me. “What happened? I was helping you out of the pool and . . .”
“It was my fault. I took a trip down memory lane and panicked.” His eyes widened in comprehension. He’d seen the bruises on my face my first week in town. Lucy had to have told him something about why I’d moved to Blackwell Falls, but he’d never questioned me. I felt another surge of affection for this boy I’d almost killed with my loss of control. Ashamed, I squeezed my eyes closed against the humiliation. “I’m so sorry, Brandon.”
I’d been kidding myself to think I could fit in, could be accepted.
He shocked me when he sat up and hugged me, carefully placing his hands high on my back. “For what? You’re always smacking me upside the head for being an idiot. I’m sure you owed me for all the times I’ve checked you out in that bikini when you weren’t paying attention.” To prove it, he leered at me.
With a tiny laugh, I returned his hug.
Then, the EMTs were running in to check him over, and I reassured them I was fine. When I stood, the pain radiating from my head made me stagger like Dean on a drunken tear, and my stomach roiled with nausea. Asher said something to the group, and his voice came from a long distance. He steered me to the locker room, staying at my back to shield me from the EMTs, while my body shuddered uncontrollably. As soon as I entered the locker room, I ran to a bathroom stall to empty my stomach in the toilet.
I sank back on my heels to wait for the pain to ease to a manageable level. Asher had propped me up with an arm around my shoulder and held my hair away from my face.
“Remy, your head’s bleeding.”
My fingers came away red when I touched the throbbing spot at the back of my head. Disoriented, I stared at the blood and thought,
Damn, that hurts.
Damn, that hurts.
Asher’s laugh sounded shaky. “Do you feel sick still? Can you stand up?”
I winced. “I think so. You mind getting my bag out of my locker while I rinse out my mouth?”
After helping me to my feet, he retrieved my bag and waited outside the stall while I changed into street clothing. He left once to check on Brandon at my request and returned in a dry set of clothes someone had loaned him. The EMTs couldn’t find anything wrong with Brandon since he didn’t even have a bruise to show for his fall. They’d called his parents, but it didn’t look like a trip to the hospital would be necessary. Asher had told Brandon I’d call him tomorrow.
Asher helped me rinse the worst of the blood out of my hair and dried the long strands with a towel as best he could. I couldn’t bear to pull my knit cap on, even if my wet hair would be exposed to the frigid night air. Asher watched with concern as I arranged my hair in a loose braid and helped me into my coat. Exhausted now, it occurred to me that Laura should have arrived by now to pick me up.
“I don’t have a ride,” I said, stumbling to a stop.
Asher steered me to the door. “I called Lucy earlier and asked her to let Laura know I’d drive you home.”
The idea of getting on his motorcycle now sounded like pure, unholy torture. I pictured us hitting a bump and the jolt of pain that movement would set off in my body.
“I have my car. This way.”
We walked out of the community center into the cold, and my trembling worsened. He rushed to open the passenger door of a sleek, navy sedan and helped ease me in. I sank into the seat and closed my eyes while he started the car, turning the heater up full blast. We drove in silence to my house where he parked on the street in the halo of a streetlamp. He cut the headlights, but left the engine running so the heat continued to pour through the vents.
Asher reached for my hand, twisting his fingers through mine. “Why are you shivering so badly?”
“H-h-heat leaves body. W-w-worse with head injuries.” The full aftereffects of a complex healing had set in, and shudders wracked my body. Experience told me nothing could be done but try to stay warm and wait them out.
Asher’s shadowed face was impossible to read in the dim light of the car. Without warning, he shoved his seat back and lifted me across the console onto his lap. Something warm—his coat—wrapped around me as he cradled me. His hand spread over the back of my neck, and my cold nose pressed into his scratchy wool sweater. He smelled like Blackwell Falls, a natural mixture of salty air and the woods, and his heart beat double-time beneath my ear.
“Relax,” he breathed, as if I had the strength to fight him. “We’re calling a truce until you get warm.”
His heat felt delicious, and after several long minutes my shivering tapered off. The last hour had drained me physically and mentally. My defenses had been stripped since before he’d shown up to save me, but he’d kept his raised. I pulled back to study his square jaw, shadowed with dark whiskers. It felt nice not to have to be the responsible one for the moment.
I wouldn’t be able to stop him if he did attack me now, anyways.
I wouldn’t be able to stop him if he did attack me now, anyways.
He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. “Geez, Remy. I’m not a saint.”
Still disoriented, I asked, “What are you talking about?”
He froze and dropped his hand, refusing to look at me. “Never mind.”
He appeared so upset that I let it go. “Asher, what were you doing at the pool?”
“I planned to warn you off my brother, even though I know you made that comment to provoke me. But the truth is I was jealous.”
Even in the shadows his expression looked hard, and I believed him. The darkness wound around us, inviting us to share our secrets.
“Of Gabe?” I asked. “You’re right. I said he interested me to irritate you. I don’t have any intention of going near your brother.”
“I know. I meant Brandon.”
Surprised, I tilted my chin to see his face better. “Why would you be jealous of Brandon?”
“After I got over being angry at you for taunting me with Gabriel—thanks for that, by the way—it occurred to me that maybe there was someone else. I asked around and found out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Brandon here at the pool. You seem . . . close.”
Green eyes gleamed when he finally looked down at me. He
was
jealous. My heart thudded against my ribs. “Oh. He’s my friend. A good friend.”
was
jealous. My heart thudded against my ribs. “Oh. He’s my friend. A good friend.”
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