The Lost World Of Victa

Chapter 12: Seared Lies

Jameson sets me down. I wasn't paying attention, and in his effort to stop our fall, he picked me up bridal style.

"I didn't realize you were so eager to see me? Are you excited for tonight?" Jameson smirks.

"I'm sorry," I mutter and start nervously playing with my hair.

"It's okay. You're clumsy," he says, patting my head affectionately.

"I'm not," I say, blushing.

"Yes you are. Are you ready to head to my place?"

"I...I...sure," I stutter. Gosh, that vision from earlier really freaked me out.

Jameson holds out his hand towards me.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Can't a gentleman escort his lady?" Jameson says innocently.

"NO!" I say. I'm not his lady. I'm not Lady Lillian Morrighan.

He looks taken aback, "Sorry, didn't realize you hated me that much."

"I mean, it's not like you haven't given me a valid reason to," I say.

"That's not fair," he says, grabbing a strand of my hair.

"I don't hate you," I say, looking up into his eyes.

"You don't?" he asks, playing with my hair.

"No," I gasp, turning away and start walking away.

He strides up to me and matches my speed.

"Why did you leave?"

"No reason."

"Aww come on. Tell me," he pouts.

"I can't."

"Did Kyler tell you not to?" Jameson growls, his hatred for Kyler apparent.

"No. He doesn't know."

"Well then come on doll," he flirts.

"Jameson. Don't call me doll please. And please drop this. I might tell you later. Not now."

He stops and looks at me. Those golden eyes are searching for something. They're searching for the answer. They pause when the reach my eyes. We lock eyes. I completely lose focus on everything around us. Just our eyes.

His golden ones.

My purple ones.

Wait. I blink and stumble, Jameson rushing over to catch me again. My eyes aren't purple. They've never been purple.

"Are you okay?" He asks, steadying me.

"What color are my eyes?" I gasp.

"Blue...? Like they've always been...Are you sure you're okay? You can cancel tonight..." Jameson says.

"Uh... yeah...right... I'm fine. I'm sorry," I say, stumbling over my words. Why did I think my eyes were purple? It's not like I can see my eyes.

I glance at my necklace. I thought the Keeper said it would only show me visions when I slept. Why is my life this crazy? Jameson grabs my hand and smiles at me, a kind of childish grin on his face.

I blink, "What's wrong with you?"

He laughs, "I thought about you said. You're right. I've been way too possessive. If I want you to be mine, controlling all your actions won't work."

I stare at him intensely. In all the years I've know him, he's never been like this.

"Did Trace freak you out today?" I poke.