Somewhere Over the Freaking Rainbow - By L.L. Muir Page 0,44

serious trouble before Kenneth died, the old man would go through Hell, and in the long run, it would have been her fault.

Talk about screwing up. Had she been correct? Was there something wrong with her? If she was defective, that opened up all kinds of possibilities. If she was defective, she would be able to...lie.

“Your eyes are bl...”

“What?”

“Your eyes are bl...” Nope. Couldn’t lie.

“No, my eyes are green, thanks.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, I know. I was just trying to lie, to see if it would work.”

He sat back against the wall with his eyes wide. “And did it work? I mean, I understood you were trying to say ‘blue’.”

“I guess not.”

“You guess not. You guess you aren’t able to lie,” he mocked. “Now I’m supposed to believe you cannot lie, so you’ll be giving me the truth, whatever question I ask?

“Believe what you like.”

“You want to know what Ray believed about you? Or do you already know?”

She wrapped her coat tight around her. She didn’t want to answer.

“You already know,” he whispered. “He thought you guys were aliens. Did he tell you voluntarily?”

Skye closed her eyes. If she answered, it was going to sound so bad.

“Could you rephrase the question?”

He was glaring, his face beet-red.

“I mean, if you rephrase the question, ask what you really want to ask, I promise to tell you the truth.”

“He didn’t tell you voluntarily. You either beat it out of him, or Lucas sucked on his brain or something.”

“Ask. What. You really. Want. To ask.”

“Did you kill him like the other guy? Lift him up in the air and blow him up?”

“Ray’s not dead, you idiot.”

Holy cow! She’d just called him an idiot. She’d never said a rude thing to anyone before.

“Right. So much for telling the truth.”

“Oh, Jamie, Ray and Burke are fine. Better than fine. You’ll see.” She stopped herself from sending him a suggestion. So far, he’d forgotten about that.

“As in they’ve gone to a far better place, you mean.” He put his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m tired already. Maybe we should just get on with it.”

“Get on with what?”

Skye tried to get into his head again, but all she saw was a list, then it was gone. Get Skye to leave her car at the school, was one of things checked off. She dropped forward, onto her knees in front of him.

“Jamie, please. Get on with what?!”

He looked down his nose at her then, his once-warm eyes now icy cold.

“Rule number two,” he said blandly, “never call me Jamie.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jamison stood up, helped Skye stand, then opened the box he’d been sitting on.

She backed away.

He pulled out a couple of bottles of water—cool enough, since they’d been sheltered from the heat in the room. Behind the water was a box of power bars. He ripped it open and took out two before closing the lid.

His hands were shaking. He folded the blanket up small and put it on the box, then dropped his butt on it. He chucked her one of the waters and the other power bar. She didn’t touch them; he pretended like he didn’t care. He opened his water and took a long drink, but he couldn’t eat. The power bar was pushed aside and he stretched out his legs and crossed his heals.

Maybe she’d been telling the truth in class; maybe she did fear nothing.

He was living right up to his name, though, by failing miserably at being a badass.

“You were saying?” He nodded to her, like he was giving her permission to talk.

“No. I was asking. Get on with what?”

“No. You were about to tell me what in the bloody hell you are.”

She smiled, damn her. “Ask Ray.”

Please, God. Let Ray be alive. Make them bring him back so I can ask him anything. But even as he prayed, he knew that if Ray came climbing up into the tree house just then, he wouldn’t believe it was him. They could probably make a replacement.

She wasn’t smiling anymore.

“You said, that first day in the school parking lot you couldn’t read minds. That proves you are capable of lying.”

“No, I asked told you not to imagine I could read minds.”

“Same thing.”

“No, not really. It didn’t matter what you thought. I can read minds, sometimes.” She sat back against the wall and folded her arms. “You just prayed that Ray is alive, so you can question him.”

“A good guess. Care to try again?”

“Fine. Think something very specific, like when you

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