Beyond the Eyes: YA Paranormal Romance Read online

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  A car horn blared outside. I adjusted my black pleated mini dress and stepped into my black Mary Jane platform shoes, loving that it boosted my height another inch to five-four. I threw on a dark purple-hooded sweater coat over my dress and lifted my hair, allowing it to fall down my back.

  “You can do this, Paige,” I said to the round-faced image in the full-length mirror. My dark red hair sparkled from the glitter product I had put in earlier. I tried to smile to take away the pinch in my mouth. “You’ve been ignoring these premonitions for years. You can at least forget about this one for a while.”

  The horn blared again but this time with much more urgency.

  “I’m coming,” I hollered, rushing out my room, smacking the light switch off.

  Downstairs, I grabbed my keys and backpack purse off the kitchen table. I flipped the porch light on and stepped outside. The gray and black stray cat I’d seen earlier was sitting on the porch step, staring at Matt’s jeep. His tail twitched and danced around like he was aggravated. When I walked by him, he leaped off the step, and followed me to the edge of the lawn. And then my ears began to ring again. I sighed and hopped in Matt’s jeep.

  Carrie peeked around the front seat, her eyes gleaming in the dark. “Was that your cat?”

  I dropped my keys into my purse, trying to ignore the ringing, and shook my head. “I think he’s a stray.” Matt’s jeep smelled like sweaty feet, so I rolled the window down to let some air in.

  Cursing under his breath, Matt flipped through radio stations, trying to find a worthy song to listen to. His cd player was broken, forcing him to rely on the radio instead. He stopped on a country song, and we all groaned in unison. Carrie and I looked at each other and shuddered.

  “I hope this damn thing doesn’t just get country stations. If it does, I’ll be pissed,” he said, turning the knob again. “Yes! Here’s a kick ass song.” He nodded his head to the beat.

  Carrie turned around in her seat, and I sat back, grateful I wasn’t alone, and the ringing had stopped.