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and its magic.”
    “Is that guy supposed to be different from the guy who caused The Destruction? The guy who killed so many people?”
    “Yes.”
    “How? That guy is you !”
    “No! Not anymore.”
    I find myself shaking my head again. “I don’t believe you. I can never believe you again after all the lies you—”
    “I did not lie to you.” His voice is fierce as he takes another step closer. “I kept things from you, but you knew that. You knew all along that I wasn’t telling you everything, and you agreed with me that it was better to say nothing than to lie.”
    I know I said that, but this … who he really is … it’s so much more than any normal secret. “You led me to believe that you were someone else,” I say, trying to keep the tremble from my voice, “and that’s just as bad as lying.”
    He looks as though he may want to say something else, but he turns his head away instead, looking out across the murky water.
    Leave , that voice inside my head tells me. Leave now.
    So I do. I ignore that tiny, stupid part of me that still thinks of him as Chase—that still misses him—and focus on what my brain tells me: He’s a killer. Get. Away. Now.
    He doesn’t come after me, but I run into the faerie paths anyway. My breath catches, my hands shake, and I stumble out the other side onto the old Guild ruins. A cool breeze curls along my bare arms, sending another shiver through me. I wrap my arms around my body as I pace the ruins. Why, why, why did he show up tonight? Why is he still entangled in my life? Why can’t I rewind time and pick a different house to break into and never find myself involved with him in the first place?
    I press my hands against my face—and then I remember the assignment race. “Shoot,” I mutter out loud, dropping my hands to my sides. I’m supposed to be back at the Guild now. I’m supposed to have successfully completed my assignment. And while I did manage to keep the women from become the wolf-man’s dinner, I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do when Olive puts my tracker band into the replay device and sees another person arriving at the scene, capturing the wolf-man, and then having a tense conversation with me. Replay devices haven’t yet advanced to the level where sound can be replayed, but the scene is suspicious enough without our exact words. Olive will want to know who the man is. And I can’t tell her that.
    Some tiny part of my wonders why. Why can’t I tell her? Why can’t I tell everyone at the Guild what I know? Then they can hunt Draven down, capture him, and hand out whatever sentence he deserves for all the terrible things he’s done.
    He isn’t just Draven. He’s Chase. You care for him. You don’t want that kind of fate for him.
    “Shut up,” I whisper to myself. I should want him to be captured, but I don’t, and that disturbs me. So I push the thought aside, refusing to examine it more closely. With shaking fingers, I remove my tracker band. I place it on the ground. I pick up a rock and bring it down again and again until the strip of leather is battered and perforated. Then I light a fire with a snap of my fingers and watch it burn. It takes a while—probably because of protective enchantments embedded in the leather—but the flames are magical too, and eventually the tracker band disintegrates.
    Then I pull my knife from my boot—the knife from Dad, the one Saber stabbed me with—grit my teeth, and cut a shallow wound into my arm. I spread the blood around a bit, wipe some of it onto my clothes, then wait for the wound to heal.
    When I get back to Olive’s office—not in last position, she tells me, but close enough—I explain that the wolf bit my arm and tore the tracker band off. She crosses her arms, her expression telling me she doesn’t quite believe me. “How fortunate the wolf didn’t rip your entire hand off along with the tracker band.”
    “Yes. It was definitely fortunate that he didn’t get his