At First Sight by Heather Todd Page A

we don’t know what imprints we could get. I don’t want to get the lightning bolt.”
                  Dean held her face in between his hands, causing their gaze to meet. “Lola, stop it. You aren’t going to get that imprint, okay? You are meant for greater things.”
                  “You think so?”
                  “I know so,” said Dean. He smiled at her. “You are a good girl.”
                  Frankie smiled at the couple and stood up from his seat. “I think your mother and I are going to contact some family members. We haven’t spoken to Shelia in years.”
                  Lola watched Frankie leave the room, leaving her and Dean alone. “Who is Shelia?”
                  Dean shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s an aunt I’ve only ever talked to twice.”
                  “Oh.” Lola nodded. She looked over at the piano and smiled at Dean, nudging his knee. “Can you play something for me?”
                  “What do you want to hear?” he asked, walking over to the piano and sitting down.
                  Lola sat next to him. “Surprise me.”
                  Dean stared at the keys before beginning to play a soothing melody. As Lola listened to the tune, she immediately recognized what song he was playing for her.
                  She scoffed lightly in surprise. “‘Truly, Madly, Deeply?’ Savage Garden? How did you know that was one of my favorites?”
                  He shrugged, but kept playing with a crooked smile. “Lucky guess.”
                  Lola sighed as she relaxed without stress resting on her shoulders, listening to the soothing melody from her soul mate’s fingers.
     
                  Frankie waited on the other end of the line as his Skype beeped, sending a call to Matthew. He didn’t care what time it was over in Paris. Things had just gotten worse and he couldn’t keep lying to his son when so much was at stake.
                  Matthew’s face appeared on the screen. Surprisingly, he was still in his suit and he was in his office. “Frankie Baker. So wonderful to see you!”
                  “Yeah. We have a problem,” he murmured.
                  Matthew furrowed his brows, taken aback by his tone. “What is it?”
                  “Dean’s soul mate, Lola, has experienced an illusion. There was a man and he told her he was invading her mind. Apparently, he is a Manifester and he has the lightning bolt imprint.” Frankie paused and glared at Matthew. “You know exactly who I am talking about.”
                  The two men were silent as Matthew took in the news with a shocked, yet sober look on his face. It was definitely unexpected, but Frankie knew he had to be informed of this.
                  “I can’t keep this secret from Dean anymore,” said Frankie. “He needs to know.”
                  Matthew shook his head. “No.”
     
                  Dean walked back into the house later that evening after dropping off Lola at her house. After he had played the piano for her, he had been tempted to kiss her. But, since it had only been a first date and there was so much going on with his world at the moment, he felt it wasn’t exactly the right moment.
                  He walked down the hallway towards the stairs and stopped when he heard his name coming from his father’s study.
                  “I can’t keep this secret from Dean anymore,” said his father. “He needs to know.”
                  Dean peeked through the crack of the doorway. Matthew, the speaker, was on the laptop.
                  He shook his head. “No.”
                  “Matthew…”
                  “He isn’t ready to know, Frankie. This