The Never List

by Jade Presley

I flinch, then take a deep breath and slip on a mask of indifference with a side of nothing-in-my-brain.

The rubies, that’s Kal Erhart. Sapphires is Axl Dawson. Emeralds is Pierce Bertrand. And the black diamonds…that’s Jax Lavine.

The Nightmare, the Mind, the Player, or the Dreamer?

She’s a mixture of courage and rebellion,

Shame threatens to overwhelm me, but I bat the bitch down.

A swirl of power fills the room, an angry sort of sharpness. If I concentrate hard enough, I can pick out whose power is whose. Kal’s is like the sun, endless and warm. Pierce’s is like the strands of a spiderweb, infinite and ever-changing. Axl’s is like the ripping tides with a depth that rivals the deepest ocean. And Jax’s…his is raw, intense, and multifaceted like the stars in the sky.

Axl’s is crisp and churning like the sea. Pierce’s is intricate and delicate like a spiderweb. Kal’s is warm and humming like the sun. And Jax’s is smoky and stubborn like the shadows.