Death In Her Eyes - Erin Bedford Page 0,57

opening my eyes. Gasping, I jumped back.

Flames flickered all around us, but they weren't hot they didn't even burn. For a moment, I thought the flames had come from Dex but then I knew. I knew it had been me.

I'd done this. The fire stayed relatively close to us only scorching the floorboards.

"I'm only keeping it contained." Dex answered my unspoken question.

"How?" I gaped at him. "How did you know?"

Giving me a sad smile, Dex brushed the back of his hand against my cheek where tears came off with it. "Because I'd reacted the same way when I found out that's what they'd done to me."

"To you?"

He huffed a laugh. "Except I failed. I wasn't what they wanted and so they tried again. With you."

Still a bit dumbfounded, I stared at him while my mind whirled. They'd made me. On purpose. And not even the one time. They'd done it to Dex too. What kind of fucked up person would do this?

But they weren't people. They were angels.

Chapter 20

I spent the rest of the Saturday and Sunday going through the books Dex had left me. Ayden had come by a few times to check on me, but I reassured her that I was fine. Just got some upsetting news.

Thankfully, it was enough to keep her from checking up on me the rest of the weekend. There was so much on my mind that I just couldn’t handle all the questions and energy that came with socializing.

Dex, the saint, came by with food periodically through the day. He seemed to understand that I needed time alone. Of course, he would though. He’d been me not too long ago. Dex knew exactly how I was feeling right now.

The books didn’t have a whole lot of information that was useful to me. It was basically filled with a lot of doom and gloom. The prophecy didn’t say who the Watcher was only that they would see the end of times and be able to change it for their will. I hadn’t changed a vision in my life.

Until…the other day.

Never in my life had I ever changed a vision I had from coming true. Not even when my neighbor’s dog was about to be ran over by a car. It had been so small. So simple to keep it from happening and yet my yelling for the cute little Pomeranian to watch out had only caused the dog to rush into the street, running happily toward me.

And yet, I had been able to stop Dharma from dumping the milk shake on Cass. In truth, that could have gone better. I still hadn’t been able to salvage my favorite jeans because of it.

I still had so many questions and not enough answers. I knew I would have to talk to my dad or Azazel to get them, but I wasn’t going to hang around her office waiting for him to show. I’d done enough waiting on my dad in my life.

Chewing on my lower lip, I considered what I could do while I waited. I couldn’t stay in my room forever. I’d already missed morning classes. Everyone was probably talking shit about me now. How I couldn’t bear to show my face after I ruined the weekend for everyone.

Like it was even my fault. Dharma, of course, got none of the blame.

I sighed and stood. Figuring I could get a smoke in before I faced everyone at lunch, I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and shoved it in my back pocket. My hand automatically went for my cellphone, but I then remembered I still didn’t have it. Something else I’d have to talk to my dad about.

Soon.

I walked out of my room with my head held high. I wasn’t about to let anyone make me feel bad about myself. None of this weekend had been my fault. Dharma was the one to blame. If she hadn’t had such a chip on her shoulder about the whole putting her in a coma thing then none of this would have happened. Which was also her fault for putting her nose where it didn’t belong.

There were a few stragglers in the hallway on my way outside but most of them gave me one look and hurried the other way. I suppose fear was better than ridicule. If I had to choose between the two of them…after all I was used to people being afraid of me.

Determined not to let it bother me, I forced myself not to walk