54 Chapter 54

George is almost frozen, his expression unmoving.

"I hope you don't," he finally whispers softly, "for it will be even worse for you then."

"What?" I cock my head, "why worse?"

He stares at me, a dead-set expression on his face, and I suddenly know that he isn't going to say another word on this subject.

I try to prevent the terrible silence from occurring once more.

"George, can I put my head on your thigh and try to conjure a spirit spear again?"

I ask curiously, subconsciously hoping to prove him wrong. Hoping that I can do the near impossible.

He nods, then motions to the fountain.

"Sure! Maybe this will help out too."

With a dastardly handsome grin, he takes both of his hands and pushes me towards the water.

There is a splash, and then I am submerged in the clear substance, my jeans and shirt completely soaked. He steps in also, peeling off his shirt as if it is a second skin.

His tanned skin is so close, it sends sparks through my spine.

"Caleb!"