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Synopsis: Sixteen year old Lorelei has a special talent. She can steal your deepest, darkest secrets. However, using her power leaves her open to some very nasty creatures from the underworld.
But then a girl from her school disappears. Then another. And another. Lorelei might be able to discover who is abducting the girls from her town if she uses her gift . . .
Can Lorelei stop more girls from being taken? Or will using her gift attract the hell-things that are after her?
I didn't mean to steal his secret. Back then, when it all began. But that's what I did.
I'd been standing in a toy store with my father, looking at cars for my brother's birthday when the man came up beside us. He stood next to me, and when I looked up at his face, he gave me a smile and a wink before looking back at the cars. Something in him seemed sad to me, I watched him for a moment, wondering why.
Something strange happened then. An odd, faint, buzzing sound came into my head, and his skin changed from pale white to gray. He looked down at me again, his brows furrowed. In my head I heard him crying, though he wasn't actually crying at all.
A vision came to me, of him as a boy jumping into a swimming pool, holding a tiny girl in his arms, the colors of the beach ball floating near them seeming too bright in the harsh sunshine.
It wasn't a secret that she'd drown. The secret was that she'd been pestering him to play with her, following him around as she always had, beach ball almost too big for her to carry. Annoyed, he'd tossed the beach ball into the water so she wouldn't be able to reach it. She'd stood in front of him, red-faced and wailing, little hands curled into tight fists.
He'd gone through the sliding glass doors to get away from the sound. He went into the living room to tell his mother, but she wasn't out of the shower yet.
The phone rang. His buddy Joe was on the phone, telling him about the monster truck show coming to town the next weekend. They started making plans. Hoe's dad would take them.
And he forgot all about Lindy.
The secret was that he'd tossed that ball into the pool, and she'd gone to the edge to try to reach it.
Nobody had ever known that he'd tossed the ball into the water, and the guilt had made him sick, clawing at him, day after day. Year after year.
The buzzing in my head became deafening, and a black, filmy substance billowed out of his nose and mouth, floating away from him, toward the store lights.
I stared at him and he stared at me, his skin becoming rosy, glowing. He looked healthy. Better than healthy. He looked wonderful. He smiled the most serene, joyful smile I'd ever seen.
My father had witnessed the astonishing exchanged between the stranger and me. Alarmed, he pulled me by the hand from the store as I watched the man and he watched me, a look of awe and complete adoration on his face.
That was the beginning of the most fantastic thing that ever happened to me.
It was also the worst thing to ever happen to me, becayse it was the day my father sent me away.
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