Reed and I sat out on the bleachers in the early spring sun. His thumb grazed the hem of my skirt and a giggle escaped me.

"You're not concentrating," he teased.

I stick out my lower lip in a pout. "And you're not playing fair."

"You think the dark mages will?" His hand slid underneath the edge of my skirt and my heart beat a frantic rhythm. "I thought you said Kento was helping you with meditation and visualization: two key ingredients to forming ...