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ASTRID

I’m sinking a spoon into a container of yogurt when I feel it- the full-body tingles that have started hitting me more and more frequently when Brock’s around. I’ve never had my intuition be so persistent about a feeling before, like it won’t give up until I’m able to work out what it means. I usually pick up my ‘intuitive’ feelings about people when I touch them or when I’m right in front of them, and they don’t typically repeat whenever I’m in their proximity. With Brock though, it’s like the rules have suddenly changed- I don’t know what to expect from my intuition anymore, and it’s making me wonder whether my gift has gone haywire.

I spin around, peering through the dark toward the staircase. I still have the refrigerator door propped open with my hip, and it’s giving off enough soft light to cut through the darkness and illuminate the