Bound [Book #1]

They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

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9. Nine.

“Do you feel it?” Julia whispered softly.

My eyes snapped open. I looked into her face – her violet eyes, perfect lips – and I sighed. I nodded slowly. “Yes,” I said.

She rested her hand on my cheek, her skin warm, and smiled. All at once, flashes invaded my brain. The images were going so fast that I couldn't even grip one to hold on to. But, then, I did. I closed my eyes and studied the picture in my head.

“What do you see?” she asked.

“I see you,” I told her. “You're holding flowers and wearing a black dress, and you're crying.” My voice caught and I looked at her.

She wasn't just crying in the memory now. Julia looked like a small child, her knees drawn to her chest, hands in her hair, tears streaming down her face.

“God,” she whispered. “Why didn't it have to be that one?”

I shook my head and threaded my fingers through her hair soothingly. “What happened that day? You look really young.”

I don't known where the sudden affection came from, but she didn't seem to mind. When she stopped crying, she looked at me and gave me a small smile.

“In time,” she told me. “You'll know all about me, I promise.”

She didn't kiss me again, even though I kind of wanted her to. Instead, she got up and left the room. I followed her soon after and found her with Terry in the living room. I didn't look at either of them as I asked where Graham went.

“He had something to do,” Terry said, then he smirked. “You're left all alone with us, little girl.”

“Shut up,” Julia shot back. She looked at me. “You're perfectly safe with us, Vi.”

“Yeah, be careful,” Terry mumbled. “Jules has a thing for brunettes with multicolored eyes.”

My eyes. I touched my face. “How did you know?” I asked. “I always wear contacts. You can't see.”

“I have my ways,” replied Terry. “Say, Jules, should we take Vi out for a meal? You know, before the big bad comes to kill her?”

Julia frowned. “He's just kidding.”

“Sure,” I muttered. “Graham never told me what was coming for me. I guess it's better I'm kept in the dark.”

“It's not a what,” Terry informed me. “It's a who. It's a group. Surely Graham told you that?”

I nodded. “He mentioned it, but he said he's not even sure about how it was that wanted him. Are they recruiting people with powers?”

Julia shrugged. “None of us are sure what they're doing. We just know they're tried to get to each of us since we were brought back.”

“What do they look like?”

Terry and Julia exchanged glances.

“We don't know,” said a voice. Graham appeared with a bag in his hand. “I don't know about these two, but I've never seen what was after me. It's more like a force, beckoning, and you know you have to obey. But you don't know where you're going or who's pulling the strings.”

A puppeteer.

Graham kept looking at me weirdly for the rest of the day. When we were alone for one second, that was all it took for him to ask what was on his mind. A grin spread across his face.

“So how was the kiss?”

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