In the Depths of Porcelain (A Depths book) (book 1)

Chapter 6: Blink

First thing to notice; Nova is staring at me sort of weird.  I don't think it's the good kind of weird, either.  She looks at me with sadness and grief and also a little pity.  She sees my eyes as a deep and radiating gold.  It was indeed pretty, but I wish I hadn't been sent to work with her.  She could be awful from time, to time, to time.  So yeah, that's nice.  

     Besides, the mission was a dead end anyway.  

     There just was one tiny problem.  We found awfully bloody claw marks on the ground.  

     There's also the fact that Banshee killed the detective, our only resource.  So yeah, that might be a second problem, but who legitimately cares?  Not me, for certain.  I mean, it's only my problem because it's Luna's problem.  

     But it's still my problem.  And that's my only problem.  I feel that it is necessary to help Luna.  

     And you know what my sister would have said?  Chivalry, and I would have laughed a tiny bit before glaring at her.  She was the only one that knew, and that was because she had figured it out.  

     Of course she had been giving me weird looks when we had been running, and my blush was unworthy of that moment.  Honestly, it is difficult to decide whether or not she cares.  

     But the problem is that my stomach is twisting into anxious knots and I can't stand it.  I just am too truthful.  Luna will hate me for that.  I feel nervous.  Anxious.  I feel like I'm being dramatic, but at the same time I wonder.  So yes, I feel like today is going to be awful.  But hey, at least only one person has died so far in our adventure.   

     I almost wonder what it would be like to kiss a girl made of porcelain.  I feel like it would be weird.  Cold, almost.  Why am I even considering this?  

     Fine, I'm dramatic.  I just really have a crush on her, okay?  Yep, I'll take that as an okay.  I most certainly will.  

     Oh, but she's just so dreamy.  Her slightly blood-splattered-bladed-high-heels.  Her painted on eyes.  Her nice brown hair.  Her hard-like-glass-hard skin.  Don't ask me why I know that, because you honestly don't want to know.  

     "Luna, I feel like I'm too honest," I told her.  She looked up at me.  Banshee had an evil smile on his face and blood on his claws.  

     "I don't think so," she replied, refusing eye contact with me.

     "But I feel like I spill out all my secrets because of it," I whispered.  She looked up at me and I stared into her painted on eyes.  She had an apology in her glance.  

     "But you don't.  Not really.  And at least you know you don't have anything to hide," she replied quietly.  She was staring at the tiled floor, a tear dripped down her face.  Her cheeks were pink in a perfect circle, like she was blushing.  Maybe she was.  

     Tears started to spill from her eyes even more quickly and she touched her cheek and looked in the mirror.  Another tear spilled from her eye and she stood up.  

     She grabbed an umbrella even though it wasn't raining and she walked out through the door.  Of course, there was a giant hole in the wall from where Banshee had entered, but she still went through the door.  

     She grabbed a pair of boots.  Her wondering thoughts were swarming around me, but also this little prickle that I noticed instantly.  Of course her grief was clear.  But she had this one thought that she must have been wondering without realizing it.  

     I think I might like him back.  

     My fingers gently touched her shoulder.  She flinched at first.  Then she looked at me with a deep fascination.  

     "I can help you find your guardian," I told her.  She looked at me and nodded her head.  We were ready.