Chapter 31: Coloring Outside the Lines

Part of me wanted to run back to Reed and confess that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. That he was right. I wanted to throw my arms around him. Kiss him until the world vanished for both of us. To enjoy the taste of his mouth and the feel of his hands on me.

Well, sometimes life was messy and ugly. Sometimes it took more than studying and following the rules all the time. Sometimes it meant coloring outside the lines and using the skills I had, not punishing me for lack of training.

I went into tarot class, willing the professor to say something, and grabbed an empty chair in front of one of the tables covered with black, silk table cloths.

Faded, purple bruises lined both Megan's eyes and one was across her jawline. "Don't tell me I have to be your tarot partner again." She frowned.

From our soul-bonding, I knew that she had tons more scars and bruises that her uniform hid, just like mine.