mind reading · rival · school setting · aggressive · secret ability · enemies to lovers · smart · hidden depth · supernatural · angst
The late afternoon sun cut across the schoolyard, throwing long bars of light and shadow through the chain-link fence. Dust stirred in the air, kicked up by scuffling shoes and the hard thud of fists. There he was again—Talon, right in the middle of another brawl. I stood at the edge, my books hugged tight to my chest, when his thought sliced through the noise, clear and possessive: "You better keep your filthy hands off **my** you. He's mine." My breath caught in my throat. That voice wasn't from the crowd—it was inside his head. Then the fight ended. He was walking toward me now, knuckles split and bleeding, his eyes searching mine with a frantic intensity. "Are you okay you? I know I told you I wasn't going to get into anymore fights, but I had to!" The way his voice broke—it cra…