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ass from all the mystic attacks you so willingly got into?” He locks his piercing eyes on to me.
    “Well you weren’t really approachable during those times.”
    “Your acts were idiotic, Rose.”
    “Eliza.”
    “I like Rose better.”
    “They weren’t idiotic; I was learning.”
    “You were trying to die. It was stupid to go after that elf in the woods where we first met.”
    “I wasn’t trying to die. You needed my help.”
    “If you wanted to help me so bad, why didn’t you tell me about the set up your brother had for me at the beach?” I question curiously, moving closer to him.
    His jaws clench, and his triceps contract along the sides of his thick arms.
    “Why?” I glare at him. “How did you know about the plan to kill Eliza?” I throw my fingers in his face, mimicking a witch casting a spell.
    “Some things are left better unsaid.”
    “Exactly, so why,” I press my index finger on his chest, “are you here with me right now?” I take my broomstick out of my pocket and press the button on it. My purple dagger forms, and I tap it on his cheek. “This idiotic witch isn’t as stupid as you think I am.”
    Donovan’s lips are tightly pressed together.
    “Am I making you upset? I think I should be the one upset here, and I’m not.”
    He squints down at me, deep in thought. I place my fist on his chest, stopping him from coming any closer.
    “You won’t hurt me,” I say, glancing down at my fist.
    “Stay in your place, Rose.”
    “Put me in my place.”
    Donovan smirks at my vexatious behavior and removes my grip from my broomstick. He then drops it to the ground and looks up at me. “You’re a useless witch. You can’t survive without me. What my brother’s doing has nothing to do with me. I don’t need to explain anything to you.”
    “If I’m so useless, why did you save me from the mermaids?”
    “It doesn’t matter. I saved you.”
    “Apparently you didn’t do a good job. My head was smashed.”
    “Are you being ungrateful?”
    “Never,” I say, “just calling contradictions. How am I supposed to trust you if you’re related to someone who’s possibly a corrupt witch or affiliated with the Verel?”
    He wraps his hands around my neck.
    “That doesn’t help with my trust issues,” I squeak out. He releases his hands and chuckles to himself. “I’m not afraid of you,” I say.
    He looks down at me. “And that is what’s going to get you killed.”
    Donovan moves around briefly and walks away in his leathery pants. “Those pants make your butt look big,” I joke. He walks out of my room, closing the door behind him.
    The silvery lines on my broomstick are glowing, and I wonder if it would activate for me again. I grip the handle in the palm of my hand. It’s warm and a tingling feeling vibrates on the surface of my palm. The same thing I felt with Mom. I don’t want to think of it, so I close my eyes. My door creaks open, and I figure it’s either Miss Canary or Donovan again. I open my eyes when the person doesn’t speak. It’s Christian. His eyes dart to the slender, glowing, baton-like object in my hand. I drop my broomstick.
    Christian closes the door behind him, his eyes staring at me cautiously; it was only him here with me.
    “How are you even alive?”
    He ignores my question, walking toward my bed. “I figured you’d ask.” He grins. “That’s cool, you’re curious—aren’t we all?”
    “Tell me one thing.”
    He sits down on my bed, kicking his legs up to lay down, crossing his bare feet. I glance outside my window, observing the sky becoming darker as we enter deeper into the day. He doesn’t care what happened. I was made out to look crazy to Donovan.
    Right now, I can care less how I’m portrayed. Donovan is getting on my nerves little by little; he needs to understand that I’m only here on a mission. His mother didn’t go missing, his brother isn’t missing; he’s out trying to kill innocents, and he himself doesn’t even