WIP: Fantasizing

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Kiya and Isobel’s interactions are by far the most fun to write, simply because their bond is so deep between them that they always seem to know what the other is thinking. They have such good chemistry that it makes for really seamless conversations like this. You know when you can just tell that something is off because you've known the person forever? This is what it’s like for them.

For those not familiar with the Soul Series, these cuffs block powers, and while Kiya doesn't have them, it's possible it can reduce the effect of Ryder's power on her.

“God, I’m going to need, like, ten of these just to keep from snapping at him,” I grumbled, digging through one of the chests in House’s storage room. “Bangle bracelets went out of style ages ago. What am I supposed to do?”

“We could get my mom to melt them into a suit of armor,” Isobel said, fighting to keep a straight face. “Or a helmet with a full face shield so you don’t have to look at him.”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as she finally lost it. We sat back, trying to catch our breaths as our laughter echoed around the room. I finally relaxed long enough to return to my searching.

“Are you sure these even worked?” Iz asked, joining me again. “You still sounded pretty pissed yesterday.”

I nodded. “For a brief moment, yeah. I saw him get dropped off in the parking lot and was fine, but by the time he was up the steps, I wanted to puke.”

“So weird,” she said, keeping her head turned to the chest in front of us.

“What is it?” I asked. She continued to dig. “Iz, come on.”

“Nothing,” she said, a little too quickly. “It’s just a little hard seeing you be into someone else.”

I laughed. “Into him? Iz, I literally fantasize about ripping his throat out whenever he’s near. I’m pretty sure that’s not me being into someone else…”