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“Sure you do.” He bumped her with his shoulder again. “Do you want control or do you want me in control?”

Je

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Chapter 31

“Can I have a piece of paper?” Steve asked when they sat down in the classroom.

Je

He glanced at her sideways. “You know, I’d rather just forget it for today.”

Je

Steve sighed and opened the book.

I am going to kill him.

Je

He closed the notebook. “It said something different for you, didn’t it?” He sca

Je

“You should have let me just forget it today,” he grumbled.

Je

* * * *

Steve stared at his hand and then moved his eyes, taking her in. The gesture was simple, yet it moved him. He didn’t want to be in the classroom and fidgeted in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk until Je

Je

Steve sat back in the chair and folded the paper, a smile still on his face. He glanced at the table in front of him and almost tumbled over in the chair when his legs involuntarily pushed away from the counter. Blood pumped out of the notebook all over the desk. It spilled over the edge and he slid further back, shooting a glance at Je

The blood ran off the front edge, onto the student sitting in the next row. He didn’t notice the gooey liquid dripping into his hair and oozing onto the collar of his shirt. Je

Je

“The notebook was fucking hemorrhaging. What the hell was that?” he cried when they hit the fresh air.

“It obviously doesn’t want us together.” Je

“It didn’t like ‘fuck me later?’”

“Imagine if you’d said ‘fuck me now?”

What a ridiculous time for humor, but it worked. He laughed aloud. “This can’t be really happening. Notebooks don’t fucking bleed.” He practically dragged her across campus toward the parking lot.

“Can you slow down a little?”

He glanced at her and then sca

Je

“I walked to campus this morning. If you drop me at the frat house, I’ll follow you.”

“Sure.”

“What did you see in the notebook?”

Je

“What did it say?”

Je

“I am not dying and neither are you,” Steve said. “I told you that the other day.” He looked out the window and gripped the door handle like it was the last rung on a crumbling ladder.

Je

“No.”

“Then why do you have a death grip on the door?”

“I don’t like being a passenger in any car. Lack of control thing.”

“Control freak?”

“Why do you think I’m a cop?”

“I don’t know, I just thought you liked handcuffs.”

His smirk morphed to a grin.

Je

“Fine by me. I’ll be right behind you.” He hopped out of her car and dug the keys out of his pocket. He pressed the play button on the CD player and spun his wheels, peeling out behind her. The music filled the car and he sang while navigating the streets back to the apartment, trying to let the tune relax the tension wiring his entire body.

Je

He offered her his hand and the moment her skin met his, the fire in his heart bloomed. There was no way he’d stand by and let harm come to her and he made a silent vow to protect her at all costs.

“You could sing that song to me every day of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough,” she said, opening the door to her apartment and stepping aside so he could enter.

Steve gri

When the kiss broke, his mind drifted back to the case and the levity disappeared. “I know you didn’t want to think about what happened today, but after what happened yesterday I want to take you out of Brooksfield.” He wiped the hair away from her face. “I don’t think it’s safe for you here.”

“You’re the one it threatened.”

“I’m a big boy, Jen. I can take care of myself. Besides, based on my research, whoever is doing this may be mimicking that old legend you told me about.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You still think it’s a human after today?”

“Humans are capable of horrifying things, Jen,” he said. “And Murphy tells me there are some out there with the mental power to induce hallucinations like we saw today.”

She peeled herself out of his grip, grabbed her book bag and took a seat on the cushy couch, sending him an exasperated look.

“Human or not, based on the notes I’m seeing, it is setting its sights on you and I’m just in the way.”

“I need to study,” she said, opening the book in her lap. “And I really don’t want to talk about this.”