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all right. I like making new friends; I for sure don’t want to lose you yet.”
    He sounds like Eric, Donovan’s brother. I shake my head, erasing the memory. The dead leaves of the tree crackle on the forest ground, and footsteps pad on the dead leaves from behind us. We hear a click and a whip slithers around Christian’s neck. Donovan leaps over me and kicks him against a tree.
    “Donovan, no!”
    “Stay out of it, Rose,” he says, punching Christian countless times. He clicks his broomstick once more, morphing it into a dagger and placing it right in the middle of the elf’s neck.
    Christian chuckles, a slim line of blood sliding down from the crease of his lips. “I love witches,” he says.
    Christian looks over at me; Donovan presses his blade on his neck.
    “Don, please don’t,” I plead. “He isn’t corrupt.”
    “Shut up, Rose.”
    “Listen to the girl, man,” Christian coughs.
    I run over to Donovan. “What are you doing?”
    “You’re going to try and protect this elf? Really, Rose?”
    “I wasn’t going to hurt her,” Christian huffs.
    “Stay quiet, freak, or I’ll slice your head off.”
    “He didn’t do anything,” I say.
    “Yet.” He looks up at Christian, lowering his blade from his neck. Christian raises his hand, covering his wound as the mist returns around him, healing the cut Donovan made.
    “Rose, don’t ever trust a mystic.”
    “He’s not what you think, Donovan.” He’s about to say something, then closes his mouth, twists around, and stabs the mist, but Christian vanishes. Donovan did not kill the mystic in front of him; somehow the mist spirited him away. Touching the bark and looking for any signs of the elf, Donovan pulls out his dagger.
    “Where the hell did he go?” He searches the forest, his eyes switching between the many branches and large trees.
    The trees rustle with the wind, and the mist returns to circle around me.
    “Come on, you big grinch.” I pull on his arm, walking us out of the woods.
    “You really think this is a joke? We’re in a place full of mystics.” He gets all serious and cute when he’s mad.
    “Hey, jackass.” He looks at me, irritated. “Calm down.”
    “We’re born to kill mystics not befriend them, and now we’re trapped, with none other than the creatures who are the most difficult to kill,” Donovan grunts.
    We walk out on the field. I place my hand on his chest before we take another step into the sea of green. “You have to relax.” The field becomes alive, its long, reedy vines clinging to our legs.
    The ropes release, circling our boots. “See? They have feelings.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “I’m talking about when you were here before, the grass wrapped you up like it did me.”
    He grasps my sides, grazing my face with his thumb. He gives me a stern, yet worried look. Donovan’s examining my body for any injuries. “Are you okay? The grass pulled you in again?”
    “Wait, the grass didn’t wrap around you?”
    “What grass? Rose, what’s going?”
    The tall grass sways in front of my eyes, and I lower my gaze to the field we’re standing on. “I’m talking about the grass beneath us right now.”
    He stares at me. “No I’m fine. Nothing happened to me. I’ve been looking for you.”
    “How did you get through the grass over there then?”
    “I didn’t go through that field to get here. I went around. Rose, you’d tell me if that elf did something to you, right?”
    “I’m perfectly fine, I swear.” Am I really?
    Why isn’t this making any sense? I rub my forehead in confusion, and when I lift my head up, I see Miss Canary walking through the tall grass. Within seconds she’s in front of us, her hazel green eyes switching between us.
    “Are you all right, Eliza?”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “You’ve met Christian.”
    “We met him all right,” Donovan says, glancing at me and then back to Miss Canary.
    I can’t really figure out which emotions are running through her