Denial (Goblin's Kiss Series Book One) by Cyndi Goodgame

to?” He was offering a way out maybe.
    “Will I be able to just walk
away...from this?”
    Our eyes locked for one.two.three
seconds dangerously speaking words that told me more than I think I
wanted to know and maybe not.
    He rubbed a hand
over his growing shadow across his chin that made a sound I
would ’ ve never thought could register with my senses like it was
now, but it was heavenly. I watched in awe for the seconds he kept
his fingers moving in thought. When he put it back on the steering
wheel and released me from the spell I was in, I took in the air
I ’ d
held back silent as I could but it didn ’ t work.
    He checked my
face, widened his eyes and smile, “What were you thinking?”
    The implications were shrouded
heavily in his words but somehow he knew. I dropped my mouth at his
intense stare and tried to ease the growing tension with adjusting
my seatbelt again. It backfired tremendously when his hand reached
over and unfastened it for me letting our fingers touch for a brief
second.
    “Your eyes, Emma. They say more
than you could ever imagine.” He put his head on the wheel in front
of him hiding his face from me. He knocked his forehead against it
once.
    “That is so not
fair,” I growled. What ’ s got into me?
    “Not fair, ” he mumbled. His head
lifted and he turned that same inverted way to the side to show me
his face. No, his eyes. Bright green. I swear the glow was getting
stronger or I was just that transfixed on his every
feature.
    “And that means to you the same as
it does for me?” I blushed profusely hating my impulsion to just be
blunt. I wanted confirmation that I was on the right
track.
    “Yes, Emma. Yes.”
    “Why do you feel that way...about
me?” I asked slow and stopping at each word. Oh yeah, the wrong
track. The track labeled dark and dangerous and loads of
T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
    “Emma,” he hid
his face again, “you are good. To good for someone like me. And you
don ’ t realize the power you hold.”
    I was irate. Did
he really just want the power? That really stuck in my craw.
“I ’ m
leaving,” I threw the door open. Where did I think I would
go?
    “WHAT?” he jumped out with
me.

 
     
AMES
     
    “You are like
the rest anyway. You only want me for the power. You
don ’ t care about me,” she stomped and kept moving away from
me.
    “What did I do?
And what others?” What did I do? I was insane with worry making me yell a
little louder than I meant too and wishing like anything I
hadn ’ t just admitted how weak she makes me.
    “You are here
for the power, not me. Others came and watched me just like you,
but I hid it and they went away. Why can ’ t you do the same?” She
heaved an angry sound. “Call me when you actually care,” she
stomped off away from the Jeep now into the middle of the
road.
    “Emma, would you
wait, please ,” I
resulted to saying the magic word again that worked for me the
first time.
    She stopped. Heck yeah. I found my
new weapon.
    She
didn ’ t speak or move her legs, just her hands up and down her arms
like she was cold.
    “I
don’ t want you for your power. I
don ’ t need your power. I have my own. I
want...”
    “WHAT?” she
circled around and resounded the same word I just shouted in her
direction but she sure didn ’ t count on landing just close
enough she had to tip her head up to see me. Close enough
to...
    “What do you
want Ames Cahn? Because I sure think I made an insane mistake
coming out to the woods with someone who I can ’ t even trust. I
thought maybe, just maybe I ’ d pegged you wrong. And then I
thought maybe, just maybe you were really different. Maybe being
like me would make you kinder, more sympathetic than others. I
don ’ t know what you want?” She locked her arms on her hips and
clucked her tongue at me. A standoff.
    But no
directive.
    I stood there long enough to think
about my king and what he would want. Not an option. A second later
I thought about what she would want. Not