Sophie's POV
Keefe leaned over my shoulder, hand on my hand, and whispered, "I wish," as he guided me back to the chair, ever so softly even I could barely hear it. Did Keefe… No, Biana's personality of boy-craziness must be rubbing off on me. That's NOT possible. Keefe didn't… I buried it under all the problems I was dealing with. Such pettiness was wasting time and energy. Each foot pounding against the floor, Keefe's hand pulling me back to the seat. My cheek smushed against his shoulder, as I shut my eyes. I could hear introductions going through the room and the smallest snap. My neck stretched as my eyes finally found a black cloak wrapped around what seemed to be a cobalt blue leaping crystal.
