Page 65 of Crystal Iris
He’s looking at me, light reflecting in his eyes. “How?”
“The prism. Does yours do that?”
“Do what?”
“Transport you?”
“I don’t understand.”
I explain how it all happened.
“I thought I was losing my mind when I saw… the light. Like my… brother.”
I can see how he would think that.
“It was me, or… it…” I’m turning my pendant around.
“If I didn’t have a cursed prism of my own, I wouldn’t believe a word you’re saying.”
“You think… they are… cursed?”
“What else?”
“So yours doesn’t do that?”
“No, I mean, I never tried on purpose... still, I’ve been around fire enough.”
“You have?”
“Well, lighters, fireplaces, occasional bonfires.”
“Hmm… does yours do anything else?”
“No, only the light and…”
“What?”
“My senses… are a little… different because of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s hard to explain… I’m still learning, getting used to it, even after all these years. I… feel more than everyone else.”
“Like you can hear, see better?”
“No, more like I can feel things others can’t.”
“Like a sixth sense?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you think that’s why when we touch…”
“Maybe.”
My body wants nothing more than to get closer to him.
“I should probably go to bed… The drinks…”I need to get ahold of my feelings.
