Page 101 of The Hidden Note


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His jaw tightens.

Getting answers out of Finn Cross is pointless. His entire life is a door I can’t open, so I don’t push it. “Didn’t your brothers tell you about the four words I decrypted?”

“They did.”

“And you didn’t believe them?”

“I wanted to see it for myself,” he answers grumpily.

I check my phone and balk at the time. “Finn, it’s three A.M.”

“I’m aware.” He runs his hands through his hair. The silky strands flop upward and then fall messily over his forehead. It’s unfair that Finn looks ten times hotter when his hair is mussed.

“Well, the message isn’t in my drool. It’s on the computer.” I point sleepily to the desktop and wait for him to shuffle away.

Finn keeps standing there, staring down at me.

I stare back.What’s his deal?

And then I realize that it’s three A.M., one of the hottest guys in theworldis in my bedroom, and he’s not here to kill me.

Maybe this is all a dream.

“Come here,” I say.

Finn’s eyes narrow slightly.

“Let me slap you to make sure you’re real.”

His lips twitch.

“Scared?”

“If you think this is a dream, you should be hitting yourself. Not me.”

“Why would I do that?” I bat my eyelashes. “When you’re right there?”

His lips curl into a slightly wider smile, and warmth spreads through me.

“What’s this?” Finn opens the book that he took the pills from. “A book of promises?”

“They’re Bible verses.”

He turns to the page where I keep the bag of pills.

“My grandmother highlighted all of those.” I nod to the words. “When I got too excited or too scared, she would hold me and whisper her favorite verse over and over.”

If I close my eyes, I can still hear her voice wafting over me, making the world go quiet.“Be still and know.”

“I thought you never lived outside of the hospital,” Finn says, watching me.

His tone seems genuinely curious, but my brain is scrambled, and I could be misinterpreting everything. Who knows? He could be fishing to find evidence that I’m Jinx.

I decide to share anyway. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to talk to someone about my grandmother.

“My grandmother believed I could live a normal life, so she took me away. I stayed with her on her milk farm for a few years.”

“Youwere a farm girl?”