Gifted Connections: Book 2(39)

“Stacey!” he snapped with a deadly quietness. “I will not discuss this with you. It is highly unprofessional of you to even attack a patient verbally or discuss a relationship that is over. You’re spying on me, and I thought you were better than that.”

It was Stacey’s turn to open and close her mouth before she turned on her heel and stormed out, but not before I saw her remove a cell phone from her scrubs.

Noah looked over at me. I felt both embarrassed at the unexpected turn of events and warmth because it was clear he wasn’t straddling the fence any longer.




When Will returned, he had kicked Noah out of the room and had taken a seat beside my bed. He had tried to kick Gavin out as well, but I had told him I wasn’t talking without Gavin by my side. I knew some of my story would be hard to believe and he was my witness.

“Were you institutionalized at ten years old for playing make believe?” Will asked me bluntly.

I knew I couldn’t lie to him now. I wanted to lay all my cards out on the table. “No,” I looked over at Gavin, wishing I had told him this before. He knew about my connection with Jaxson, but I never told him I was institutionalized because of it. “I was put into the looney bin when my stepmom and my dad’s boss found me…talking to another gifted individual after the funeral.”

Will’s eyes furrowed in scrutiny. “Another gifted you say?”

“One of the guys I’m connected with,” I informed him bluntly. “It was the first time he came to me, and at the time, I didn’t know how to communicate with him without words.

His eyebrows rose once more. “You know who you are connected to, and you knew that at ten?”

I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “I didn’t know then, but I know now.”

“Collin?” William enquired. I shook my head, no, and he continued. “You know, when you were younger, we suspected you were capable of compelling people, but it seems you have learned to expand your gift. You have more than one connected?” He asked as he looked over enquiringly at Gavin.

Gavin gave a quick to shake his head.

I think Will expected me to be shocked, but I was incapable of even feigning it. I was tired, and I knew I was prepared to let him know it all. “Collin isn’t one of them. Gavin isn’t one of them, either. I have six of them.”

It was Wills turn to snort at me in disbelief. I opened my eyes wide. I had never heard him snort. “That’s highly unlikely. Is that something your…dad had you believe?”

He was starting to irritate me. I knew what I was saying sounded unbelievable, but I had no reason to lie. “Nope, my uncle never knew of my connections.”

He barely suppressed an eye roll. “Where are these other connections of yours?”

I sighed, tired of playing this game. “I’m not sure. I imagine Jaxson is preparing for his championship game. Drake most likely is finishing dinner. Jace was on an assignment,” I scrunched my nose up. “Well, he was the last time I had to live through this day. Troy should be on his way home to watch his younger brother play his last game in high school, and win, by the way. Noah was just here, so…,” I couldn’t help the sadness from coloring my words. I shook them off. “And Remy is probably wrapping things up for the day at We 7 so he can attend the game as well.”

Will gasped. His face turn red. “Do you think this is a joke? You know I had a check done on you as well and I see that you have been an excellent student and seemed to be rather well adjusted, but I’m not amused by your latest antics. Trespassing in the music hall. Stealing a student from her class. What game are you playing? Has Horatio sunk his claws into you?”

Gavin looked like an avenging body guard as he stood from his chair on the opposite side of me. “Show him Blake. Show him your mark.”





I sighed as I leaned forward and revealed th e ηon the back of my neck, under my hairline.

Will nearly fell out of his chair as he turned a disconcerting shade of white.





Chapter 11


Collin chose to come rushing through the doors at that time.

“Blake, babe,” he looked anxiously at Will and I, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of Gavin, who was still holding my hand in reassurance. It was a purely platonic touch between friends. Our fingers weren’t intertwined.

“What’s going on?” he bit out, although I could still see the panic lingering in his gaze. “I couldn’t find you anywhere today and you weren’t answering your phone.” He placed my phone in my lap. “Someone found this and turned it in to lost and found. I’m glad they didn’t try to pawn it.”

Likely story. I tried to give him a smile. “It seems like you were correct. I’ve been pushing myself too hard lately and when I caught a bug, it kind of wiped me out.”

“She had a temp of over 104 degrees and she was dehydrated,” Will informed him as he casually sat back down.

Collin leaned over my side, effectively disconnecting Gavin’s touch. “And your…friend was there for you,” Collin said bitingly, although his touch was gentle as he pushed my hair from my face.

I gave him a painstaking sigh. “He’s just my friend. I’m really tired of explaining myself.”

“I did what any guy would do for a friend—I made sure she obtained the proper treatment.” Gavin stood from his chair, bristling. “You knew she was sick this morning. Why would you allow her to go to school in her condition?”