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thought him capable of. “Though of course there are other things to discuss when you are ready.”
    She nodded. “Savannah, why don’t you go get some dry clothes on. Rest if you feel like it, and tomorrow we’ll talk some more, okay?”
    I nodded, so empty and tired now, it was all I could do to drag myself into my room and change into a giant T-shirt to sleep in. I slid under the blankets, my feet bumping against a stack of freshly folded laundry Nanna must have left at the end of my bed for me to put away.
    I fell asleep with my fingertips rubbing the soft twisted nubs of the lavender-colored afghan Nanna had crocheted for my sixth birthday.
     
     
    TRISTAN
    I paced the length of my room from the bathroom door to my desk then back again, my fists curling and uncurling. What an unbelievable mess this morning had turned into, and just when I thought I’d finally figured it all out for Savannah and me.
    I tried the knob on my bedroom door. An electric jolt zapped my hand, forcing me to let go with a yelp and a curse.
    My parents had put one heck of a spell on my door to keep me here. No doubt the window was covered, too.
    Would they let me out for dinner? For school tomorrow?
    Growling out a sigh, I sat on the edge of my bed and dropped my head into my hands.
    I needed to get out of here, get to Savannah. Be there for her while she dealt with all of this. She talked about Mrs. Evans all the time. Her grandma had been like a second mother to her, especially since her mother was on the road all the time. Losing her would be devastating for Savannah. She would need all the support that she could get right now.
    I should be there with her. Instead, I was a prisoner in my own bedroom. And because of the other spells my mother had placed on this room years ago, I couldn’t even dream connect with Savannah as long as I was locked up. The only time we’d been able to connect our minds in our sleep was when I camped out in the backyard.
    If I smashed my desk chair through my window, would that break the spell on it, too?
    A sharp double rap on my door made me jump to my feet.
    “Yeah?” I said.
    The door swung open. Emily poked her head in. “Hey. Thought I’d see how you’re doing.”
    I frowned at her. “How are you able to open the door without getting zapped?”
    “Selective spell. Mom set it to work only on you. Don’t try walking through the doorway just because I opened the door, though. The minute your toe hits the threshold, you’ll get thrown back on your butt. And trust me, you’d remember the experience afterward.” At my raised eyebrows, she added, “What, you think you’re the only one around here who’s ever been grounded?”
    Grumbling under my breath, I dropped onto the edge of my bed again with my back to her. Man, this sucked. Why couldn’t I have been born into a normal family?
    “What in the world are you listening to? Is that…Phil Collins?”
    It was. Not that it was any of her business. Rolling my eyes, I leaned over and turned down the volume on my docking station. Then I flopped back on my bed.
    “Raiding Dad’s music collection again?” Grinning, she stepped the rest of the way into my room.
    I sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Come to gloat that you’re the angel of the family again?”
    “Well, it’s not like you make it a hard achievement for me.” She sat down on the corner of the bed nearest the door. “Seriously, little brother. What in the world were you thinking, pulling that stunt out there? Did you really expect the Clann to just roll over and give you whatever you wanted because you threw out an ultimatum?”
    “No.” Well, maybe I’d hoped.
    “Then what exactly did you think would happen?”
    I shrugged. “Either they’d accept Sav and me, or I’d leave the Clann. Just because I was born into this family doesn’t mean I don’t have a choice about anything.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, right. Like Mom would just let you quit and throw away all her