TheFallenStarBookSeries1 (47 page)

I smiled, but it was forced. I just wasn’t feeling it at the moment. Yes, I was excited about the necklace, but sad at the same time, because I knew at any given moment, my recollection of it, along with everything else, would be gone forever. And that stole away all of my wittiness.

“Gemma, are you alright?" He furrowed his eyebrows quizzically. “You’re acting kind of… strange.”

“So are you,” I said, clamping my hand around the necklace.

“How so?”

“You’re being too nice, giving me the necklace and everything. It’s weird.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he agreed. “Maybe I should take it back.” He made a move for the necklace.

I wrenched my hand back. “I didn’t mean you had to take it back. I want it, and I’m not giving it back to you.”

“Relax, I’m just teasing you,” he said. “Look, I know things have been up and down between us, but just for a moment, can we try to be normal.”

I frowned. “That last time I thought things between you and me were headed to Normalville, you were playing me for a fool, so you could try to find out if I knew why my emotions had suddenly started up again.”

“And I’m sorry for that,” he said sincerely.

“Oh. My. Word. Did you just say sorry?” I widened my eyes and did an over exaggerated look of shock. “Holy crap. I think the world just stop spinning.” He grinned and I added, “Is that normal enough for you?”

A moment of silence passed between us. I stared down at the necklace, the silver and purple sparkling almost like the stars that had now dusted themselves across the sky.

“Aren’t you going to put it on?” he asked, nodding down at the necklace in my hand.

“Yeah, good idea.” I’d started to unfasten the clamp when it hit me. What if there was something wrong with the necklace. What if it wasn’t my necklace at all, but some kind of soul detaching device that Alex was trying to trick me into putting on? What if when I put it on, my soul would be gone? I stopped fumbling with the clamp. “You know, I’m not sure if I should. I mean, what if this is a trick or something? For all I know, putting this on could be part of the process of detaching my soul.”

He shook his head and sighed. “It’s not and I can prove it.” He reached over and flipped the pendant to the back. Flawless cursive engraved the letters GL—my initials. “See, GL—Gemma Lucas.”

I smiled a real smile. It really did belong to me. I flicked the clasp open and wrapped the chain around my neck.

Okay, so I’m not sure if you’ve caught onto this yet, but I am not a jewelry wearing kind of girl. Putting a necklace on was like a whole new experience for me, and I couldn’t get the sucker to hook shut.

“Need some help?” Alex asked, looking like he was enjoying watching me struggle.

“No,” I refused stubbornly. “I got it.” But after a few more minutes of trying to get the dang clamp closed, I gave up. “Oh, fine. I guess I need your help.”

He laughed, making a circle in the air with his finger. “Turn around.”

I did, and he took the necklace from my hands, his fingers grazing mine. I tried my best to ignore how hot his touch made me feel as he fumbled to secure the clasp of the necklace closed.

But like me, he seemed to be struggling.

“Hmmm…” He paused. “Well that’s interesting?”

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “What’s interesting?”

“Well, it looks like you got your mark.”

“A Foreseer’s mark.”

He nodded, tracing his finger gently along the back of my neck. “I can see the outline of it forming right here.”

“What does it look like?”

“Exactly like Nicholas’s,” he said. “Each groups mark always looks the same.”

“So does that mean I might actually be a real Foreseer?”

“Yeah, probably. But I still don’t know how. I never thought you were a Foreseer. I thought it was just the stars power setting off the crystal. Usually possessing Foreseer ability requires coming from a line of Foreseers.”

“My mother wasn’t one?”

He shook his head. “Jocelyn was just a Keeper.”

“What about my father?” I asked. “Maybe he was.”

“Maybe. But I can’t say for sure since I don’t know who he is.”

“You don’t know who he is!” I exclaimed. “How is that even possible?”

“Because Jocelyn would never tell anyone who he was. For some reason, she insisted she had to keep it a secret.”

Well, that sucked. Not only was my mother’s death a big giant question mark, but now I come to find out no one knows who my father is. I really was all alone in this world, wasn’t I?

I choked back my tears.

He sighed. “Here, let me put this thing on you, and then you can go look at the mark in the mirror.”

I nodded slowly and turned back around.

He started fiddling with the clamp again, his fingers teasing me with their touch. I gazed off into the darkness of the night, thinking of my mother and father and how I hardly knew anything about them. And that seemed to be creating this giant hole inside my heart.

“You’re nervous,” he remarked.

“Huh?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Your foot's shaking like crazy.”

I looked down at my foot and realized I was tapping it crazily against the snowy ground. Apparently, I’d channeled all the hot energy that Alex’s touch was bringing on down to my leg. “I’m not nervous. It’s just that…”I felt the necklaces fall against the back of my neck—he’d gotten it hooked. Finally.

“Just that what?” he asked, his mouth extremely close to my ear.

“Nothing.” I started to move away. “Never mind.”

He caught me by the waist, making my body much hotter. “Just tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” I kept telling myself to breathe as a mixture of heat and confusion swirled through my body. “It’s just the electricity. It sometimes makes me a little…squirmy.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is.” His breath was hot against my skin, making every part of me go crazy. A moment later, I felt his lips press against the back of my neck. I froze, and I was pretty sure that my heart even stopped beating for a second. I tried to tell myself to get up and walk away.
Don’t do this.
It wouldn’t be worth it. You wouldn’t even know if it was real or if he was playing you.

But then he whispered my name, and I turned around instinctively. After that, all my thoughts floated away. I could no longer think. Why? Because he kissed me. And not like the little peck back on the bus where our lips barely touched. No. This one last a lot longer and was full of fire.

At one point, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer to him so that are bodies were touching. There was so much heat that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the snow was melting on the ground beneath us.

Okay, so I know what you’re thinking. How could she kiss him after everything? But please, try not to judge me too harshly. I know things haven’t been the best between Alex and me, but I am only human after all. Or at least part human, anyway. And I have things I want to do, like kiss the guy that can make my skin sparkle. And you know what, unlike you, my time to do so is going to run out, like, any second, so this is probably my one and only chance to get kissed.

I’m not sure how long the kissing went on, but eventually we did break away from each other. Which was a kind of good, if only to keep me from passing out from lack of oxygen. But I did feel a ping of longing for my lips to be touching his again.

Alex gazed up at the night sky, rocking the swing back and forth. His serious expression that he usually carried had nearly faded. If you ask me, it made him even more gorgeous.

The pendant of the necklace pressed warmly against my skin. I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb against the violet stone as I stared up at the sky, thinking about the kiss and trying not to think about the fact that fairly soon here I’d remember nothing about it. I spotted the constellation Andromeda, the bottom point of Cassiopeia pointing at it like a target. I thought about the other people in the world staring up at the stars. I hoped they were happy and grateful to be alive.

I felt a small crack running along the edge of the pendant. I looked down and realized that it wasn’t just a pendant but a locket.

I snapped it open. Framed inside was a thumb size photo of a group of people. I squinted down at the photo, examining each of their faces and then…”Oh my God.”

“What’s the matter?” Alex asked.

“Is that my mother?” I asked, pointing at a woman with long brown hair and bright blue iris—the woman I’d seen in so many visions/dreams/memories.

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s her. Is she the one you saw in the vision?”

I didn’t answer, sliding the tip of my finger to the man that stood beside her. “So who’s this next to her?”

“That’s my father.” He gave me a funny look. “Why?”

Well, crap. I jumped to my feet, panic firing through me as wildly as the sparks did when Alex had kissed me. Why, you might be asking, was I freaking out? Because this man—aka Alex’s father—had a faint white scar grazing his left cheek.

I took a shaky breath. “Because he’s the one I saw force my mom into the lake.”

“No. There’s no way,” Alex said, shaking his head. “It’s gotta be a mistake.”

We’d gone into the living room because the temperature had dipped so low that our butts were almost to the point of freezing off. Literally. He’d said about a thousand times that there was no way his dad could have forced my mom to get into the lake.

But I wasn’t buying it. I knew what I’d seen, and I knew it wasn’t a mistake—I’d seen the vision more than once. Not to mention the man kept showing up in my nightmares.

His face was practically engraved into my memory.

“It’s not a mistake,” I told him. “I know what I saw. I know it was him.”

He glared at me. “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Yeah, I do,” I assured him with confidence. “I’ve seen the vision twice.”

“But you were only able to see his face in one of them,” Alex pointed out. “So there’s a possibility that you might be mistaking him for someone else. I know my father would never do anything like that.
Ever
.”

Tell that to Laylen. “How can you be so sure?”

He stared at me, dumbfounded. “Because he’s my father.”

I chewed on my lip, mulling over my options here. Should I tell him about my dreams? If I did, I ran the risk of giving away too much information, and I still wasn’t sure if I trusted Alex. Even after we’d kissed. “You were there, you know? In the vision. There was a little boy with the same bright green eyes as you.” I wasn’t sure if I was right or not, it was just a guess. It made sense, though, when I thought about it. His bright green eyes and how he’d called Stephan his father.

“No. There’s no way,” he said firmly. “I’d be able to remember it happening if I was.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Perhaps your mind has been tampered with too.”

“No. There’s no way,” he repeated, but the firmness from his voice had slightly faded. He ran his fingers restlessly through his hair. “Look Gemma, maybe you saw it wrong. Maybe it was someone else who forced your mom to go into the lake. I mean Dyvinius said that you didn’t see the vision correctly the first time. Who’s to say you didn’t see correctly the second time either.”