Death
leaving bruises.
    "Get control of it now."
    His skin is blue and matches his shirt. My feet aren’t
touching the ground. He's holding me in the air and still growling.
    I pull back the magic and let it dissolve inside of me.
    He gives me one shake. "Stop using magic like a little
kid. Every time you get pissy you can't be shocking and lighting fires and
destroying people's things."
    The magic fizzles in my fingertips. He places me on the ground
softly. I step back but am pinned by the frame of the car. He bends down and
kisses my cheek. "I think we need a break O."
    I gasp but he is firm. He's been thinking about it. I can see
it.
    A tear slithers down my cheek. He wipes it away.
    "I don’t want to see you right now," he whispers.
    I want to argue but he's right. I don’t have a handle on the
magic.
    The darkness swirls around my feet.
    He nods. "It's for the best I think. You need to spend
the time with Trist and Annabelle anyway. They can help you."
    I am exhausted instantly. I look down at his hands on me and
realize what's happened.
    I shove him hard and walk around him.
    "Goodbye Oliver." My arms burn where he has taken my
life force. I know it's renewable but he took magic.
    When I cross the line of the border I instantly feel better.
Cleaner.
    Annabelle opens the door and smiles.
    "Ya been casting bad things Ophelia. Now honey what did
Annabelle tell ya about things like that?" She puts her hands on her apron
and skirt.
    I sigh and walk into the house.
    "I need a bath Annabelle."
    "Hmmmm hmmm." She makes noises and grunts
disapprovingly.
    When I get up the stairs I climb into the huge tub. The
bubbles just climb over my chest as Tristan walks in.
    "O, you casting hellfire? Cause Oliver said you did, but
I was like no. No way. Not my sister."
    He sits on the toilet with the lid down and plays with his
phone.
    I sigh. "Dude. I'm in the bath."
    He smiles. "Girl please. Anyway, I got the scoop on the
witch who cast the spell on your family abode."
    My ears perk up. "What?"
    His eyes sparkle with the suspense. I roll mine. "Spit it
out."
    He cackles. "Okay, so there was a woman in the room with
us when we were being born. She was apparently mom's sister. Not sure what that
means, but like I think it means sister in witchy stuff. Not that it matters.
So, this witch sister birthed us but apparently only I was supposed to come
out. They didn’t see you in any of the ultrasounds. You were using your wee
baby magic to cloak yourself, so Jonathan couldn’t see you and kill you. That
woman got you out. She found your fake mom and dad and gave you to them and
made them believe you were theirs." He almost gasps for air and then
smirks. "Seriously though, she has some bad ass skills for reals. Then she
put a guard on the house, she died doing it."
    I don’t know what to say. I look down at the water. The story
makes me sick. I can't imagine ever loving something or someone enough to guard
them. I look at my brother and smirk. "So you think this whole plan is
going to work?"
    His face grows grave. "No. I think Jonathan is going to
win. He always does. Him and Lorri used to be together. That’s why she chose
him to fall with her. She didn’t realize that it was the fact she loved him
that made her trust him. Love and trust sometimes need to be separate
things."
    "Him and Lorri?"
    He nods once with a hopeless look on his face. "He raped
humans and made monsters and let them all hurt god's creations and when Lorri
found out she couldn’t kill him. Her heart was broken."
    I frown. "You sure it was Lorri?"
    He nods. "She didn’t want to fall O. God asked her to. He
needed her to fall. The angels were making it hell on earth."
    Again, I look down at the water unsure of what to say.
    "Me and Phillip just want a normal life. I know it's
never going to be normal but we want whatever is closest."
    My heart hurts. I nod. I would do anything to be back home and
dating Jake and feeling like the world was so no bigger than the town I

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