Jett stood over the linen-covered table, wearing a white satin shirt buttoned only half-way, but tucked in. His hair hung over his eyes in such a way it made my insides flip. His aura reached out to me more this morning than it had yesterday. I didn't like what I was feeling—as though we had a right to be together. He wasn't mine, and I sure as heck wasn't his to have. I tried to understand what Dante had told me—the part about me not being a normal human thing. Maybe when I visited new worlds I became part of that world for the time being. Dante was trying to tell me that the life I led on Earth was separate. I had to come to grips with it. The sibyl seemed to take over my life as it found its niche in whatever world I visited and would become completely comfortable in each one—except for
