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few feet to D.J.’s car, where his friends were waiting for him.
    “Whoa, Speedy Gonzales,” D.J. cracked.
    “You were like going really fast, Devon,” Natalie told him. “People were noticing. You could’ve given your powers away.”
    “I was afraid you guys would take off,” he said.
    Cecily glared at him coldly. “Take off? We wouldn’t do that, not if it’s true that Marcus might be in danger.” She smirked. “See, we’re loyal. We don’t give up on friends so easily.”
    Devon ignored her sarcasm. “Let’s go to Gio’s.”
    Over pepperoni pizza, Devon filled them all in. About the ghost, about Crazy Lady, about her revelation about Mrs. Crandall being Devon’s mother. Cecily just snorted, hoping the others will join her in dismissing the theory, but nobody did.
    D.J. wasn’t happy about something else, however. “Dude, it was not cool that you kept us in the dark so long about Marcus’s pentagram.”
    Natalie defended Devon’s decision to keep it quiet. “We’ve had enough to deal with,” she argued, “what with the Madman and then the demon witch Isobel.”
    Devon gave her a look of gratitude. It was nice to be defended. Cecily never did that.
    “And besides,” Marcus added, “Devon told me, and that’s what counts. We planned to tell you all when we found out more.” He tried to suppress a shudder. “And if I turn out to be some kind of danger to you all, I won’t blame you if you want—”
    “If we want what?” D.J. asked. “Dude, we’re in this together. That’s the way it’s always been and always will be.”
    In this together , Devon thought as they piled into D.J.’s car after finishing their pizza. Cecily continued to give him the cold shoulder. So much for togetherness.
    Devon asked D.J. to drop him off at Rolfe Montaigne’s. “Do me one favor,” he said to Cecily. “Cover for me with your mother. She’d be furious if she knew I was with Rolfe, but I’m hoping he can help us figure out what’s going on.”
    Cecily huffed. “I’ll do it for Marcus, not for you.”
    Devon watched them drive off. He couldn’t believe how much this breakup hurt. He’d really been starting to like Cecily—a lot. Now, in a way, he was glad she was acting so childishly. It would make it easier to get over her, he hoped—to stop thinking of her as a girlfriend and more as a sister. A bratty, spoiled sister, but a sister nonetheless.
    He turned and looked behind him at Rolfe’s house. It was made of stone, set into the side of a cliff, facing the sea. It was a house filled with books on magic and strange glowing crystals that contained the knowledge Devon needed to gain if he was to become a master sorcerer. He trudged toward the house, the crashing sea in his ears. The sun was already quite low in the sky, the shadows of the bare, twisted trees lengthening around him. Once again Devon longed for spring. He was so tired of cold, dark, short days.
    He was looking forward to seeing Rolfe—the mysterious man who’d been the first person he’d met in Misery Point, and who’d turned out to be the key to Devon’s past. For Rolfe was a Guardian—like Ted March, one of those ancient, noble teacher-protectors of the Nightwing. But Rolfe, like Devon, had been deprived of much of his heritage by the untimely loss of his father, with centuries of knowledge failing to be passed on to the next generation. Despite helping Devon enormously over the last few months, Rolfe was still trying to learn as much as he could about the arcane lore of Nightwing magic so he might be an effective Guardian and guide Devon in his development as a sorcerer.
    But this afternoon it was a much more mundane, much more human question that Devon needed to ask Rolfe—a question that had been gnawing at him all day. He just wondered if he’d have the guts to bring it up.
    “Devon!” Rolfe called out in greeting when he saw the teen approaching the house. “You’ve come just in time. Look what I’ve