Garrick and I hurry through the streets, putting distance between us and the chaotic scene back at the anomaly. My scalp stings where I scraped it, but it’s a superficial wound. The actual ache is in my heart.
When Garrick pulled me close after the blast, I thought for one dazzling minute that he might kiss me. But the moment dissolved as quickly as it came, leaving me… I don’t know. Frustrated? Yeah. I am not only terrified, but sexually frustrated. How does that even happen? Does he have feelings for me or not? His mixed signals are maddening.