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I rest my head into his chest, and his arms tighten around me. My heart pulses, and everything in my body feels good—as though I’m taking a warm bath, as though I’ve finally returned home.

Then, another sensation worms its way into my chest—just as strong. It’s guilt, loss, pain. It’s not sharp or physical. Rather, it’s emotional—I feel it behind my eyes, in my chest. This pain turns to sadness, and I want to cry.

It’s obvious where the sadness comes from.

Mine and Ellis’ past, the history I’ve been trying so hard to forget. The ten years that we’ve spent apart, all that time lost.

I hang onto him more tightly, anchoring myself in his presence, and he holds me firmly in response.

I hear his heart beating, and I try to anchor onto that too.

Despite the pain and the sadness, I don’t want to pull away. My body understands that it’s something I have to go through, and I want to go through it with him.

I nestle into him, and he kisses the top of my head.

The pain slowly begins to lift. It transforms into something that’s calmer, more neutral.

And then, suddenly, I feel a zap; it’s unmistakable what that zap is—I feel it trail through my body, beneath my skin, in my veins.

It’s my magic.

Its energy is strong. It’s doing something that I don’t have control over, and I’m immediately pulled from my sleepy daze.

I open my eyes and notice that his chest is covered in a very light blue glow. It’s sparkling, my magic.

My first thought is that he’s going to hate this. He’ll be put off.

I pull out a little and check my own body. I see that I’m also covered in this glow. It’s beautiful and faint tracing around my arms.

Still, I try to will it to go.

What are you?

Sometimes, when I ask my magic such questions purely with my mind, it’ll respond. But nothing. Nothing calls to me. I don’t hear any whispers, no clues about what I can do to make it stop.

“Danielle?” Ellis’ voice snaps my attention, and then I freeze.

Oh no.

A darkness creeps its way up my back, a coldness that makes me shiver. The way he speaks my name, the tone with a slight inflection—I know what this means.

He recognizes me—the memory spell is lifting.

Shakingly, I look up. We latch onto each other's eyes, and he’s looking at me like he used to. Like when we knew each other before.

But his recognition isn’t complete; he’s still confused. He searches my face, trying to figure it out. He goes to speak, but then stops.

I can’t believe how reckless I’ve been.

I need to get away.

As soon as I move away from him, the blue glow stops. My heart is racing, my head is a mess, and my vision is just about intact, although the library is a little blurred.

I locate my dress, pull it over my head, and slip my panties on.

“I’ve gotta go,” I say hurriedly, “I’ll be back.”

I can’t just run—I know better than to think I can run faster than a wolf.