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until after his physics night class as he was climbing into his Jeep. At first, he could only stare, wondering if somehow the name was a typo. There is no way!
    Then the only thing he could think about was how he’d watched Rachel stab Willa in the back, slicing into her lung and heart, nearly killing her; how he’d seen Willa’s hot, sticky blood spill out all over the floor of Darby’s kitchen, and then stepped in her blood to follow Rachel outside.
    He sent a quick text back— I’m coming! —and slammed the Jeep into gear.
    His panic grew with each passing second. Not only had Rachel been the one to sneak up behind Willa, Charlotte, and Elliot, but she’d also cut Wynter’s arm so Archard could test Simon’s healing ability. The last time anyone had thought about Rachel was when she ran off into the woods during the battle at the cave.
    Would she really come after them? Alone?
    Maybe she’s not alone.
    Simon pushed the gas pedal to the floor, his body flushed with heat, anger, worry . . . and magic. He couldn’t let Willa get hurt again.
    A flicker of blue power flashed to life in his gut.
    Squealing to a stop in front of the diner, Simon jumped out of the car and barreled inside. The simmer of power inside him flared when he saw Willa standing at a table on the other side of the restaurant. Her back was turned, her long wavy hair up in a ponytail. His eyes moved instinctively to the spot on her back where Rachel had stabbed her.
    He exhaled, pulling the magic back from his hands. She’s safe. Calm down. All eyes turned to him as he rushed through the tables to take Willa into his arms. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
    Her arms tightened around him before she pulled back. “Yeah, but umm . . .” She looked passed his shoulder to the diner full of staring people. She smiled reassuringly at the customers as she pushed him toward the kitchen doors.
    They passed Rosa at the hostess station. Her eyes widened and called out “Simon, you’re not on the schedule tonight. What’s going on with you two?”
    Simon ignored her, continuing toward the break room in the back of the restaurant. When they were alone, he pulled Willa into his arms again. “Are you sure it was Rachel?” His body still felt tense, ready to spring at the first sign of trouble. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and ease the push of power bubbling inside him. Calm down. Stay in control.
    Willa trembled slightly in his arms. “Not positive, but I swear it was her. She was standing out in the road in this creepy hooded coat and staring right at me. And my necklace—it turned hot when I saw her. Rowan said that means danger is near.” She pulled back to look at him. “Do you think she’d really come after us? I thought we were safe!” Her voice pitched near to hysteria on the last word, and he tightened his hold on her.
    “Honestly, I don’t know.” His stomach churned. It was supposed to be safe now, the threat was supposed to have died with Archard. Simon had felt comfortable joining the Covenant because it was safe.
    “What do we do now?” Willa asked, gripping his leather jacket at his chest. “Holy moon! The others. What if she’s there now? I was so freaked out I didn’t even think to text Charlotte, warn them. What’s wrong with me?” Her body shook fiercely. “Oh, no! Simon . . .”
    “Let’s go.” He pulled her with him, out the back door and helped her into the Jeep. “What time did you see her?”
    Willa’s face twisted with emotions. “Umm, it was a little after six, I think.” She moved her eyes to the dashboard. “A half an hour ago!” Her frantic eyes found his.
    He slammed the Jeep into gear and peeled out into the street. “If she went after them, she won’t stand a chance. Don’t worry; I’m sure they’re fine.” Simon offered her the comforting words, but his own heart beat a worried staccato against his sternum. Is this really happening? I can’t do this again.
    Willa gripped the