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stop.”
    “Then you should talk to him about it,” Laylen suggests, scooting the hangers into the closet. “Talking helps.”
    “Have you talked to Aislin yet?” I ask. “Now that Alex knows about Nalina, it’s not a secret anymore.”
    “I told her, but she’s still pissed.” He frowns. “She said she’s sick of you and me keeping little secrets.”
    “I’m sorry.” I exhale loudly. “This is my fault. I never should have asked you to do any of this.”
    “What’s done is done.” Laylen pulls a leather jacket out of the closet. “So we might as well go see what Nalina knows. Perhaps she knows something we haven’t thought of yet.”
    “Good idea.” I head for the door. “But we’re going alone.”
    He laughs, putting on the jacket. “I figured as much.”
    We hurry down stairs and out the door, stepping into the night. We hop into his black GTO and the engine revs, reminding me that Alex’s car is still stuck out in the field. I pat my pocket, checking that I have my cellphone. When I cool off, I’ll call him and make sure he didn’t wander out there by himself.
    As we drive down the road, I glance back at the castle. The interior lights glow from the tower. I swear I see Alex standing near the window, watching us leave with his hand pressed to the window, waving an eternal good-bye. I turn away, shoving the voice away that whispers a fearful thought to me: I might never see him again.

Chapter 6
     
     
    “Okay, so I’m a super powerful Foreseer, who can read visions of the past and future and this is where I choose to live?” Inside the safety of Laylen’s GTO, I observe the dreary Victorian house with broken shutters and a concaved front deck. “It’s like straight out of the Adam’s Family .”
    Laylen starts whistling the theme song as we climb out of the car. The night air is chilly and dogs bark from behind the neighbor’s chain link fence. Our shoes crunch the gravel path and creak up the stairs.
    “You want to do the honors?” Laylen signals at the door. “Or should I?”
    “This is my thing, so I’ll do it.” I bang my fist on the door. The porch light falls off one hinge and wobbles to the side. “Why do we always end up going to places where the houses are falling apart? Why can’t anyone live in a normal place, like in a cul-de-sac?”
    A large man shouts at another man from a small house across the street. We watch as they get in each other’s face, fist tightening, as they prepare for a smack down.
    “Because its places like this that no one wants to come looking for you.” The voice startles us.
    Our eyes dart to the now open front door. An older woman with grey hair and unwelcoming eyes fills the doorway. She wears a simple black pantsuit and around her neck, a gold chain threads a red teardrop pendant.
    “Are you Nalina?” Laylen inquires in a polite tone.
    “I wondered how long it’d be until you found me,” she says to me with an exhausted sigh.
    Laylen and I trade perplexed looks. “Do you know me?” I ask.
    She doesn’t answer, strolling away and leaving the door open. I dither momentarily and then enter the house. The floorboards squeak under my feet and a light flickers above. I follow Nalina into the kitchen. A bright light filters through the tiny room packed with an oval table and four chairs. On the antique stove a kettle boils, steaming the air.
    “You want some tea?” she asks, fiddling with the teardrop pendant.
    “No thanks,” I decline, concerned it could be poisoned.
    Laylen and I take a seat at the table, while she pulls out three cups and pours us all teas anyway. She sets the steaming cups in front of us. They’re yellow, with tiny handles, and mine has a chip along the rim.
    She drops into the chair and stirs her tea. “So you found me.”
    “That depends.” I scoot the cup away and rest my elbows on the table. “Are you Nalina?”
    She wipes the spoon on the lip of the cup. “I’m Nalina, ex-Foreseer and Dyvinius’