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brain pick back up on a few things I
hadn’t realized either. He’s magical too. Since when does a
knife cause a sinkhole? Why did he grab me in the first place? While I was thinking about the most recent of developments to my
life, John sent my train of thought into a wall.
    “So what are you then?” he asked as if he
wanted to know the score of a ballgame.
    Oh no, he’s wondering where my magic comes
from. My heart began thudding, like a jackhammer, though I let
my defensive nature override the panic.
    “What kind of question is that? You don’t
seem to have any tact at all do you? What am I,” I scoffed poking
him in his, oh my , rock hard chest, “What are you?”
    He gave me a soft chuckle. “You are entirely
too worked up. Again, I mean no offense and to answer your
question, I’m an elf. So again, what does that make you?”
    Uh oh, what else can I pass as? “I’m a
Witch.”
    “Bullshit, you’re not a Witch,” he
admonished.
    “How do you know that I’m not?” My pulse was
becoming so rapid I thought it starting to hit the two hundred
mark.
    His voice took on a tone of exasperation at
my evasion. “If you were a Witch you would have had to use your
hands or cast a spell. If I remember correctly, every limb you had
was wrapped around me and you were screaming. That’s definitely no
spell I’ve ever heard from a Witch’s mouth before.”
    I’m not sure what the maximum beats per
minute your heart can reach before it explodes, but I am there. I
can’t possibly run without passing out at this point, being on the
brink of a full out panic attack. I guess there are worse places
to die , I thought. Figuring I should at least look him in the
eye before he kills me, I took off my hat and looked at the man
standing in front of me.
    Damn, death was gorgeous! He was a little
taller than me with chocolate brown hair and eyes that reflected
every color of green in the forest. His skin had a bit of a golden
tan to it and he was close to my age if not a few years older. He
was wearing a close fitted t-shirt that showed he was no slouch in
the physique department. There was a tingle of butterflies in my
stomach that had nothing to do with the panic still raging through
me.
    He hadn’t noticed my eyes so I looked back
down at me feet in a futile attempt to put off the inevitable. “I
can’t tell you what I am,” I confessed.
    “Why not? Does it have anything to do with
your friends up there?” he pointed back up the cliff at the
diner.
    “What friends? I was drinking coffee alone
before you interrupted me and sent us tumbling through the rabbit
hole.”
    He walked closer, stopping just inches from
me. He put his hand on my chin, lifting my face up so he could get
a better look at me. His eyes widened in recognition. “That would
explain your friends Violet.”
    Violet? “I was trying to go
unnoticed.”
    “Well Violet-“
    “Mags,” I interrupted.
    “Well Violet, you didn’t go unnoticed,” he
continued. “Those friends of yours were Elven assassins and they
knew you were there. They were coming right for you. If I hadn’t
plunged us down into the cliff, you would be bound for eternity or
dead right now.”
    Assassins? It was the Aelfadl that Willa was
talking about. Where was I going to go? What do I do now? How am I
going to survive? Question after question rolled through my head
while my heart continued to pound.
    John thought my silence meant I didn’t
understand what he was talking about. “The Aelfadl are the best
assassins, human or otherwise. They rarely lose a target.”
    That was the last thing I heard as my panic
mode went nuclear and I fell into a world of darkness.

    When I woke, I was in an unfamiliar bed. I
got out of bed and looked around the room, taking in my new
surroundings. The walls, ceiling, and floors were made from rough
hewn timbers. I must be in a log cabin , I thought to myself.
Aside from the Spartan décor of a bed, night table, and dresser,
the only thing of