“How? Illegal stuff he’s read. He won’t tell me how he got hold of them.” Jason stared back at Gavin. Gavin could see, in the green of Jason’s eyes, a flicker of light. He knew a light in his own eyes had answered back. Gavin clenched his fists to hide the sudden rush of warmth in his hands. “Am I a bad person, Gav? Are you?”
Jason, what happened on the nature trail at school was a mistake. It was dangerous. I should go home. Let me thank your mother for dinner and then I’ll just go home.
“I don’t know about me,” Gavin whispered.
“I’m not; you’re not. This is not,” Jason said and rolled over and reached out to touch Gavin’s hand with his own. Both hands lit up, as if suddenly on fire, a fire of rose and gold flames. “Come here.” They both stared at each other. Neither moved. “All right,
