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His eyes were completely black.

He didn’t attack me, just stared up at the ceiling, and I didn’t know if I had hurt him or if he was shocked, if his body was just reacting.

I stared at my hands, stared at him and back at his eyes.

He looked at me, breathing shallowly as if he was in shock as he slowly raised his hand to the ice on his neck.

What was I doing here? What had I just done to him?

This wasn’t me... I wasn’t hurting anyone.No...I staggered back, startled by what this magic inside me had just done, his indistinct, far too intense gaze on me. And then I rushed through the corridor to put as much distance as possible between me and the man who was able to bring out this destructive side of me, to turn me into a weapon.

Chapter 52

Emely

Change is in the Air

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It was rare for me to be alone here. A house full of Quatura, and I had the ground floor to myself. What a dream. Especially after a busy day of lectures, seminars, and classes.

Miles hadn’t been there today, so I’d sat alone in the law lecture and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

I was determined to become better than him. And why shouldn’t I succeed?

Bored and yet full of energy, I lay on the couch and flicked through the law book on my chest, which I had borrowed from the law library today.Yes,it was unimaginable that I would ever enter this quiet part of the law school, but that’s how it went when you had a goal. You had to make sacrifices. And so, even now, at the beginning of my studies, I sat in the library or here at the couch from afternoon to night and studied.

Someone warm was lying on my gray hoodie – on my stomach, to be precise. Buddy, Julie’s annoying little dog, who I had taken to my heart. He was my moral support in thismadhouse,and he seemed to get on well with me. Something actually atypical for dogs and Senseque.

I forced myself to keep turning the pages, one hand on Buddy’s neck. Then I heard someone coming down the stairs.

I knew immediately who it was. Her walk was careful, as if she might break something on the steps, her breathing faster, but only a little, because she was often nervous, and her heart sometimes beat irregularly. Then there were the sighs when she opened the fridge and realized she was out of fruit.

How could someone live on fruit? It definitely wasn’t healthy, especially not in her current condition.

I continued reading because I didn’t want to disturb her when I suddenly heard something else.

I jumped up and Buddy startled, looked up at me and tilted his head.

Julie was just as startled and stared at me like I would be the death of her.

“You still haven’t done it.”

Julie’s look filled with confusion, then realization, then tension.

I listened to the small, almost inaudible throbbing, which sounded extraordinarily strange... very intense, slightly vibrating, but almost too quiet to hear.

Julie picked up one of the knives and cut vegetables and meat instead of fruit for a change.

I stared at her. “You're not going to get rid of it, are you?”

Damn it,it wasn’t really any of my business. I didn’t want her to think I was trying to pressure her into it either.For God’s sake...

Julie looked up and there it was again. Uncertainty.

“Yes, I just don’t know... I don’t know,” she finally confessed, her cheeks glowing red.

She felt uncomfortable talking about the subject. But she had to talk tosomeoneabout it. It was about a baby, and she hadn’t planned for this child.