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key in the ignition, I pushed in the clutch and started it.
    My baby roared to life and settled into a deep purr. Putting my forehead against the steering wheel, I nearly cried as a rush of pure happiness filled me.
    “I’m sorry about the stereo,” Logan said. I sat back, discovering that he and Nick had come around to the driver’s side. My boyfriend’s eyebrows were raised, but he wore a smile. “Finding a stock st…”
    “Doesn’t matter. The new one is awesome. My car is awesome. You’re awesome. I can’t believe it looks so damn good. It looks better than before! I owe you forever.”
    Both of them laughed, but I didn’t care. I had my independence back.

SEVEN
     
    My eagerness to spend time driving my car won out over any other together time. Nick and I went our separate ways for the day after the three of us figured out how to connect my phone to the stereo’s hands-free feature. My way was the highway, the windows rolled down and the stereo blasting “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”.
    The flash and appearance of an abnormally thick golden thread caused me to swerve onto the shoulder, bringing the car to a halt.
    Gold wasn’t a color I’d seen in my tracking threads before. Silver, red, green, and brown I’d seen before, but gold was a new one.
    Then again, I’d never dealt with forced suicides before. Maybe that’s the case it was for?
    Pulling back out into traffic, I followed the thread off the highway and through the city, the surrounding s growing more familiar as I went.
    My stomach clenched painfully when I reached the elementary school only a few blocks from my apartment. There were a lot of cars clustered around a line of police vehicles, which blocked off the front of the school. I spotted SWAT members up on the roof.
    I drove by, scanning the crowd and nodding at the cop who impatiently waved me on. Kept driving until I reached my apartment’s parking lot, where I left my car before teleporting back to a spot across the street from the school.
    The thread, still active, led me into the crowd of frightened, angry parents and through it, straight to a terrified Betty. I touched her shoulder, noticing Damian and Stannett just beyond her, and she jumped nearly a foot into the air. “Cordi.”
    She reached, and I took her hands, my anxiety shooting through the roof at her initiating physical contact. Betty had never touched me before. “What’s happening?”
    Damian heard me, and turned around. “There’s a gunman inside. No one’s been hurt.”
    His unspoken “yet” earned a shudder from Betty. I squeezed her hands. “Can I help?”
    The warlock looked at Stannett. “She may be useful.”
    Stannett nodded. “Stay close, we’ll see…”
    “He’s coming out” crackled out from the radios nearby. Everyone’s attention went to the school entrance. Betty’s head whipped around so quickly, I heard her neck pop.
    Then her breath sobbed out, and I saw why.
    Oh, God . Out of all the kids in school, he had Sean.
    My voice cracked as my grip on Betty’s hands tightened. “That’s my little brother. Damian, he has Sean.”
    “You’re out, Jones.” Stannett waved a hand. “Get back.”
    “What do you mean, she’s out?” Betty freed her hands, her eyes narrowing. “She can do things you can’t. She can…”
    “Screw this situation six ways to Sunday with her emotions running wild,” he said. “So, she’s out.”
    I took a deep breath, tearing my gaze away from Sean’s tear-streaked face and the gun muzzle pressed to his blonde hair. “I won’t do anything to risk my brother.”
    Schumacher, Damian’s burly, balding partner, cleared his throat. “With respect, sir, we’re the ones who work most closely with Jones. I trust her to have my back in any situation.”
    “If my son dies because you won’t let her help, I’ll make it my life’s mission to ruin you.” Betty’s low, vicious tone drew Stannett’s gaze to her face.
    “I understand this is a terrifying