I still remember that night.
I’d been running. Running so far and so fast, I could feel my breath tearing through my parched throat and see it steaming the air. My muscles screamed. I could hear my heartbeat hammering in my eardrums.
I had to stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I felt my foot hit the slippery ground at an angle; I felt my ankle twist out from under me. My hands hit the pavement with a force that skinned my palms, and the rest of my body followed.
I had to get up.
I couldn’t get up.
I could hear the footsteps getting closer. I was frozen, staring at the deserted street, my cheek pressed against the i
Not for the first time, Leo couldn’t concentrate.
He muttered and cursed under his breath at the tangle of bronze and wires in his hands, but no matter what he did he couldn’t get his idea to take shape. It wasn’t just a matter of not knowing what he was doing, it was his inability to keep the image in his head without letting his mind wander. Concentration was difficult when you were in the midst of a weird identity crisis.
Leo had always known he’d had a serious problem with falling for the wrong girls. All his life he’d fixated on girls who were out of his league, the kind who were too beautiful and smart an