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pouted. “So, I have to hear all the good gossip from Skye Benedict?”
    I sighed. Forget it.
    “Lyle’s an ass,” I said out loud. “I’d rather get groped by Creepy Daniel.”
    On the off-chance I wasn’t kidding, Lisa scanned the room for our psychotic former trainer. After a moment, she gave up. “Fine, but if you didn’t kiss Lyle, then why are you so happy?”
    I frowned. “Am I not allowed to be happy?”
    “Not that happy. And don’t change the subject. We’re talking about you and Lyle.”
    “Speaking of ex-boyfriends,” I changed the subject again, “Matt asked about you. I think you should get back with him.”
    She cast a measured glance at our longtime friend. “I can’t. You saw his class rank last year, and he almost failed his practicals. Plus, I can’t look at him the same since I ran into Mrs. Marino at our family reunion. It’s not comforting to learn you’ve made out with your cousin.”
    “Third cousin once removed,” I argued. “It’s hardly incest.”
    “Life is like a box of chocolates, Lisa,” Katie noted around a half-chewed carrot stick. “You never know what you’re going to get.”
    Lisa narrowed her eyes, confused. “Did she just quote Forrest Gump at me?”
    “It’s Matt’s fault,” I said. “She lost a bet and now anytime his name gets mentioned, she has sixty seconds to drop a relevant movie quote.”
    “That’s insane.”
    “Yup,” Katie piped in, “insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.”
    “Classic.” I high-fived her.
    Lisa glared at us for a second then shook her head. “You’re both nuts. My point is, dating one’s cousin can’t be good for the bloodlines. Besides, I’ve already picked out the next Mr. Anselmo.”
    With a flick of her finger, she directed our attention to the end of the row where a good-looking boy had just entered. He stood about six feet tall, with silky black hair and murky aqua-green eyes that glittered like the country club kiddie pool. Even the drab white button-down of our school uniform looked good on him.
    “His name is Alec Charbonnet,” Lisa said. “He’s a senior, just transferred in. I heard his dad’s a political, or something. He totally wants me.”
    “Charbonnet?” Katie pursed her lips. “Do you mean the guy with the pretty eyes?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “That’s Chancellor Thibault’s son.” Katie dropped her voice to an octave reserved for hot guys and medical conditions, then snatched the Guardian Times magazine out of my hands. “They did a spot on him last month. Check this out.”
    Lisa and I craned to see as she flipped to the society pages.
    “There.” She pointed to a small photo of Alec and his father on the front steps of the Atlanta Guardian Consulate. The picture was blurry, but apparently you don’t need focus to convey sex-appeal.
    “ ‘At the Guardian embassy banquet in New York last month’ ,” she read, “‘ angelblood wunderkind Alexander Charbonnet, adopted son of Chancellor Robert Thibault, made a splash when he drowned a mid-level Oaxachta demon in the champagne fountain .’ He’s supposed to be some kind of Watcher prodigy. Unbonded, as far as I know.”
    “That’s so hot.” Lisa gave the boy a coy wave. “Do you think Matt’ll mind if I go out with him?”
    Katie pulled out her iPod. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
    “You need to get out more,” Lisa muttered, but Katie had already stuffed in the ear buds.
    Despite my Jack-addled brain, I had trouble taking my eyes off Alec. He was cute, definitely, but that wasn’t why I stared. Something about him seemed to radiate energy, like a thin coating of light over his skin. It bugged me.
    “Hey, Alec,” Lisa called, ignoring Matt’s sullen glare. “Sit with us at lunch, okay?”
    Alec opened his mouth to respond but the microphone cut him off with a piercing squeal. “Later,” he mouthed to her.
    I managed to drag my attention off him as all heads turned to the front for