GENRE: YA Paranormal Fantasy
I don’t usually think much when making out with my girlfriend, but right now I think I might be dying.
I’m not being melodramatic—a part of me has shifted—broken off and crashed over my lungs and heart, leaving shrapnel in the muscles lining my ribcage. Fire drips down my chest and spreads smoothly across my body like God exhaling into me. My skin prickles with electricity and my mind overflows with neon color and laughter. I’ve never been one for drugs, but when you feel like you might explode from the raw power flooding your veins, high barely covers it.
I’m not high—I’m on the moon. I’m on freaking Jupiter.
And somehow, this kiss is killing me.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
I’m waking from a dream I could spend eternity in, but this world doesn’t feel right—it’s cold, dark, empty. I’m in a car but I can’t remember whose it is. Bright street lights from the parking lot loom over me like a spotlight.
Right. Hailey and I took Evan’s truck since my Honda Civic didn’t survive its run-in with the Highlander. But what the hell is my emergency? I don’t remember calling for help or even thinking something might be wrong.
Then I see her.
Slumped over in my arms, barely breathing, pale and cool to the touch. As I sit her up, her head lolls on her shoulders, limp, delicate.