the image rose out of the page and then settled back , colors blending and mixing , alive with power , and the soft scent of vanilla washed over me . he gripped his chin , waiting , and i could see the chalk dust on the side of his hand . i called again , pushing open the door . i 'm sorry-i have to go right now . tory took her jacket off before she bounced the ball on the floor . i looked up , surprised at the interest . 