by Shannon Eckrich
Seventeen-year-old Allie Anderson’s telekinetic powers are anything but useful–she can’t bring her father back, can’t stop her mother’s downward spiral into alcohol, and can’t keep her from falling in love with Ethan Bradley. Loving Ethan is easy, but it comes with a hefty price: Ethan is prohibited by his people from interacting with mortals–because he isn’t mortal himself.
When Allie and Ethan’s love is discovered, there’s someone who will do anything to keep them apart. If Allie can’t learn to control her powers and fight to save Ethan, this dark entity will make every attempt to stop her beating heart. And if that happens, not even the energy of an immortal can bring her back.
Ethan rushed out of the trees and raced over. He kneeled down beside me, his expression matching the feeling that throbbed through my leg. “Are you okay, Allie?” he asked. His breathing remained steady, even though I knew he had been running through the woods. How weird. But I was in too much agony and too confused about what happened only minutes ago to ask him about it.
“My ankle,” I said.
He lifted his gaze from my face to stare at my hands. He pushed my hands away and replaced them with his. The warmth zipping through my ankle began to numb the pain.
“Where did you come from?” I asked, watching his hands in disbelief.
“I live on the other side of the woods,” he answered, shooting me a sideways glance before focusing back on my injury.
“How convenient for me that Ethan Bradley lives on the other side of the woods.” The memory of our argument the night before flashed back into my mind.
“Apparently it’s very convenient.” He pressed his lips together. “If not, you would be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere without a way to get home.”
The heat from his hands intensified, and I was no longer able to speak. A tingling sensation snaked its way into my ankle and slithered up my body. His energy completely relaxed me. And then, all traces of pain were gone. It was if I had never been injured at all.
“How…how did you do that?”
He looked over at me, his dark eyes drowning in hesitation. I thought he was going to tell me the truth this time, but I was wrong.