Authors Note: Hi all, aside from all the blood and adult themes that are ongoing in this fic. This is the first chapter where the "eventual smut" sort of comes in. I just wanted to forewarn you here.

Cold hands soothed me. I took a breath, and they tensed. Only briefly then, Edward continued his light touches. One rested against my forehead, and the other ran up and down my arm.

"Bella?" Edward murmured, "are you back?"

I fluttered my eyes open, blinking against a golden glow that encased us. The rain, still ongoing, bounced off it leaving us in a warm orb. I squinted at it, then at Edward, whose face was pinched in worry.

"How long?" I croaked, turning into him.

"Maybe two hours, not long at all."

"And this?"

He hesitated, "It started sometime after you went to sleep." He looked at it, a trace of wonder creeping in. "Just like the time when you stopped the van."

I nodded into his jacket, fighting the emotions rushing through me. He was giving me an out, a choice in changing the subject. It still felt like my world was caving in, and I fisted my hands into his clothing. I started to cry, silently, as silently as I could. I was tired of screaming, of wailing. It felt like I was 12, and maybe in many ways, I was. How did I not see it? How was I so blind? Had I protected myself at all?

A whine worked itself out of my throat. "I was wrong. I never got rid of the demon— It just attached itself to me." I gave a hollow laugh, hesitating in case my words wouldn't work. "My mom— She knew. The entire time. She lied to me." Edward continued to stroke my back.

I swallowed, "My memories, she took them— warped them, all so I could go home." I finished lamely. "I just wished I could understand what I did— why?" I looked at him, confused. "I just want to know why she thought that—" I felt a sob in my throat and stopped it. Worried that with it would come more black ooze. Edward's face scrunched, and then he took a deep breath.

I continued, "I don't even know if it's really gone— I thought it was before but— I feel so dirty." I fisted my hands. I felt myself crumble, "It hurts so much, Edward. She used her powers on Charlie." I said, "On my grandmother."

He pulled me into his chest, and I grabbed him like he was a lifeline. I was heartbroken. I wanted my mother to love me, but I couldn't stop reexamining everything my mom had done. When was the last time she told me she loved me? I couldn't remember?

I sagged, taking a short breath. "It's got to be for a reason, right?"

He whispered into my hair. "I don't know. Maybe she does have a reason. What did you see?"

I gulped, tensing, wondering how he'd take it. I pulled back some, sitting across for him, and looked at the tear stains on his clothes. I was hesitant to talk about Renee. Was it because she was my mother, or was there some other memory locked away somewhere that said I couldn't talk bad about her. I shook my head.

"Remember how I told you that I forgot what happened when I was 12?" I said, and he nodded. "I dreamed a while ago of pulling a girl from the ocean… it was awful, but I managed to bring her onshore, and then I woke up."

I continued, curling my hands into fists. I didn't know how to voice what happened. It sounded— It was bad. I took a breath. "But that was me. She cast a spell to make me go into the ocean on a rainy day so that Charlie would lose custody of me." I felt clammy and cold.

Edward's eyes darkened considerably. For me not being able to read his mind, his emotions were as clear as day. "She knew."

I swallowed and gave a watery smile, "She did."

"She did this to you on purpose…" He said, but more a confirmation than asking if it was possible.

I pressed my forehead into his shoulder, working my throat. She had a vision of me dying. It wouldn't come out, and my face must have shown that because, despite everything, I felt myself crumple into him. Edward cursed and held me tight.

"There is another spell, isn't there?"

I nodded, but I didn't know. I wished I did. Maybe this was separate from Renee. I just didn't know enough about magic to tell. I took a couple of deep breaths and then pulled away. Blinking, blearily into the forest.

"It's okay, I'll be—"

"Stop." He said, closing his eyes, his brow furrowing. "I— You don't have to assure me you are fine. You don't—" He took a ragged breath, and I saw another one of those tears trail down his cheek.

I nodded, and he put a hand out to stroke my cheek. He looked pained, and I put a hand automatically over his on my cheek. I gave a small smile. "Can you take me home?"

He helped me up gently, his hands brushing over me as if to make sure I was safe. His fussing almost made me laugh, but the earnest look of concentration made me hold back. He glanced above us but didn't comment on the rain seemingly hitting our glowing umbrella. He cleared his throat, looking at the tree, the small clearing compared to his large meadow. Then he turned to me and took me into his arms.

"Hold tight." I gripped onto him, then we surged through the forest. In a matter of moments, he stopped at the tree line to Charlie's house.

I shifted, and he set me down. Looking at the lights still on in the house, I tensed and asked. "Is he?"

"Yes, your father's home," Edward said. He took off his jacket, covering my ruined top, it was matted with black, and I'd probably burn it later.

"Do I look okay?"

He quietly tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You don't look well." I expected that. I blinked and tried to pull on some magic, trying to expand a glamour around me, when I felt Edwards squeeze my hand. He shook his head. "Stop, I can lie for you—"

"No, I think I can do that." I squeezed his hand in response, "Follow my lead?" he nodded, and he picked me up to bring me to the side of the house. We walked normally to the front. I opened the door and shuffled in, still in Edwards jacket. Charlie was sitting on the couch. He looked over at us between a cooking show.

"Hey guys, you're back earlier than—" What the hell happened to Bella?

"Hey, Dad." I said.

"Yeah, hey. What's wrong?"

"I guess you were right about it being a stomach bug." I shifted. It wasn't a lie— "I'm so so sorry—"

"No need to apologize. Just feel better." Edward said, "and keep the jacket."

I gave a hollow laugh and thanked him for driving me home, then opened the door for him. "See you later?" He gave me a brief nod and looked over at Charlie. He gave an awkward goodbye in perhaps the most human moment from him yet, and I really did laugh then. Small, but there. Edward pointed up as I closed the door, and I nodded, sure I'd see him in my room.

With the door closed, I rested my head against it, ready to keep acting. I rolled my head to the side and looked at Charlie. "It was awful. I barely made it to the bathroom."

His voice was immediately sympathetic, "It's fine, Bells. I mean, they have a doctor in residence." He joked and came over. Hesitating before touching my forehead. "Jesus, you're burning up."

I scrunched my brows together. I just felt cold. "Carlisle was nice enough to say I should stay home. He offered to write me a doctor's note if you want."

That's kind of him. "No need, I'll call it in first thing tomorrow. Do you need anything? Soup? Tums?"

"I just want to go to bed. I'll tell you all the grizzly details later."

He grimaced again. I wish I could say the right thing right now, she's probably embarrassed, and knowing her, she'll say she's fine. What's something supportive to say? "At least you definitely made an impression—"

I blinked and couldn't stop the look of dread that passed over my face. Charlie immediately tried to save it.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." He said. That was dumb of me. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's alright, is what I meant to say, that they'll probably forget about this and you will too. Sorry, Kiddo."

I smiled, "Yeah, I hope so." I gestured upstairs. "I'm going to go take a shower and stay close to the toilet, yeah?"

"Yeah." He brought me into a brief hug, and I squeezed him quickly. "I'll be up with a bowl too. I'll just put it on your bed."

"Thanks, dad."

"Anytime— Oh, and your mother called. I told her she missed you."

"Oh—" I felt my heart stutter. "How many times is that today?"

He turned his head to the side, "I think three? But you know her, she's a worrywart."

I nodded. "I'll call her back."

"Later, just focus on you now. Okay?" He gave me a passing glance then went over to the phone when his back was turned.

It took only two seconds to walk over then rip the cord from the receiving box. I was so mad that heat tugged at my fingers till the plastic melded together, and then I was walking back around to the stairs as Charlie came back with a large plastic orange bowl.

I took it and sniffed, "Thanks, dad. Love you."

"I love you too, Bells."

I walked up the stairs trying to not focus on how easy it was for him to say what my mom never could. I was in my room a second later. Edward had a light on for me and took the bowl, placing it to the side. "I'll wait here for you to be done with your shower."

"Are you staying the night?" I asked.

"Only if you'll have me." He said.

I raised a brow, and the expression made me feel a bit better. "I don't think I'd be the one to kick you out."

He took his jacket from me and laid it on the desk chair. He hesitated before matching my expression, he said. "Then I suppose I'll have to be the one to do so."

"Really? You'd kick yourself out?" I asked.

"Yes, if I was a detriment to your rest and wellness, I'd leave in a heartbeat."

"But you've nursed me back to health before, wouldn't it be counterproductive for you to leave when you could be here watching over me," I said, and his expression eased into a bemused one.

"It would, but only if you rest too." He sat on the bed. "We talk too much."

I smiled and shrugged, "Not that much." I walked over to the closet, tugged down a tank top, and grabbed some pajama bottoms. "I'll be right back," I said.

"Take your time." He said, his expression tightening somewhat.

I pursed my lips and left, looking down the stairs quickly before darting into the restroom. Catching sight of my reflection was startling. At least, I was incredibly pale, shadows bagged under my eyes, and my lips were wan. I looked like death. I discarded the ruined shirt and tossed it haphazardly to the side, the marks on my neck were gone completely, and I pulled down my pants before checking everywhere.

I scratched over each freckle, checking to see if it was too dark. Nothing seemed obvious, and I noticed my hands shaking as I pulled the curtain aside and hopped in. I flinched when the water hit me, just barely managing to suppress the yelp in my throat. The water wasn't hot, it was barely warm, and I stood there for several seconds just staring at the tile. I didn't feel like me.

How scary— to feel like it was still with me. I suddenly felt like the woman from Psycho, waiting for the specter to open the curtain and have at me. I swallowed and started going through my routine. Too much shampoo, I washed everywhere, scrubbing hard till my skin at least was pink and prickly. I tugged and scrubbed at my hair. I wasn't gentle, and maybe if it wasn't for the fact that Edward was a room away— that Charlie was just downstairs, I would have just sat here.

My mouth tasted like cotton so I opened my mouth and retched when it tasted like salt. I threw myself backward and barely caught myself on the wall. I fumbled and turned the water off. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around myself.

"Bella!" Charlie yelled, his voice coming closer, his footsteps on the stairs. "You okay in there?"

"Fine!" I shouted back. "I'm fine."

"Okay, I'll just be out here for a second, is that okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," I said, suppressing a shiver as I stepped out of the tub.

Water practically pooled around me, and I sidestepped it and braced my hands on the sink. I needed to calm down. I looked better, I took a deep breath and slowly started to dry myself. I went so slowly, step by step. Then I got dressed. I just threw the towel on the floor and let it rest over the puddles because I couldn't bother anymore.

I opened the door, and shot a small smile to Charlie, who was standing in the middle of the stairs. "I'm all fine now, thank you."

He nodded, Glad for it. "Okay, I'll keep an ear out, okay."

"Sure."

Inside my room, Edwards hand were clenched on his thighs. He was watching me, probably waiting to ask what'd happened when I was in the shower. I turned away and started busying with my hair.

"Let me?" He said, coming closer.

I nodded and sat on my bed. He started at the top of my hair, braiding slowly down the line of my scalp.

"Will you tell me what happened?" He finally asked.

I took a breath, "It tasted like saltwater." I pressed my hand into the comforter. "I panicked."

He paused briefly and continued. Moving down each section of my hair till he finished. He didn't move, and I felt his forehead touch against the back of my shoulder. "I'm glad that you have Charlie. If you didn't, I would steal you away immediately."

I lifted my hand up and rested it on his head. "Thank you. It's tempting, but well save it for after Senior year."

He huffed, "That's a ways away."

"It's a year and a half… ish." I felt a smile tugging at my lips.

"Too long." He swallowed and pulled away. "Your mother. How often will you see her?"

I turned, shifting on the bed, so we faced each other. "This is the longest we've been away from each other. I just— I don't know." I rubbed the sheets between my fingers. "I…" I didn't know what to say. Edward watched my hands then drifted up to look at my face.

I tried again. "I want it to be a lie." I swallowed, "I really want to be wrong. I want to talk to her." My voice cracked, "But I don't know if it's really me that wants that or…" I pulled at a thread, and it just kept unraveling, not a clean break as I'd wanted. "I have to see her for Summer. We'd made plans, I think?"

"Can you cancel them?" He asked.

I hesitated, "I don't know—"

"Do you want to cancel them?"

I opened my mouth. The words felt so heavy. "Yeah, I do."

"Okay, then we'll figure that out."

"The tickets are nonrefundable."

"I doubt that." He chuffed.

"And what about Renee?" It felt weird calling her name. "If she comes up instead?"

His eyes darkened. "I don't think she'd have a receptive welcome." I pursed my lips, and his expression evened out. "Sorry, I have nothing nice to say about her right now."

"I understand. It's actually funny." I said, "It used to be important to me that people liked her. And maybe this is stupid, but something that I think I am having the hardest time with is I can't remember the last time she said she loved me." I looked at Edward. "Even now, after all this, why is that something that even matters. Is that dumb?"

His hand came up and brushed my cheek. "No, it's not."

I nodded, but it still felt like my heart was broken. I looked over at my book, unassuming, and didn't really want to research or look at any of the testimonials between its pages. It was one thing to read it and another to live it. I didn't know what to think, and I kept tugging on that thread till Edward's hand covered mine.

"Time for bed?" He suggested gently.

I nodded, letting go of the string. He helped me under the comforter and watched as I laid down on my side. I was feeling more and more listless. I wanted to be close to someone. Edward laid down with me over my comforter, but it wasn't enough. He was still too far away. I felt empty but didn't know what to say. It sounded so bad in my head.

"What is it?"

Taking a stuttered breath, I said, "this isn't enough— can you hold me under the covers?"

He tilted his head but nodded, slipping under the covers, much like the first night. I sank into him, my hands naturally winding around him. And it lessened the ache I had a little bit. My heart thudded under my chest, and I took a deep breath.

"Better."

"A little bit," I said honestly, and because it was him and I trusted him, and tonight was already hard enough so I decided to continue our difficult conversations. "I want more, though. Sex."

He nodded against me as if he'd worked through what made me so listless already. He probably picked up on the smallest signal. "Not yet."

"Yeah—" My voice cut off. I couldn't help the sting of rejection that bloomed in my chest. I felt heat creep up my neck. "Sorry if I made you feel weird."

He tugged me closer to him, "It's not that like I told you before, I want to too, and frankly, while we're talking about it, I probably could hold back more than I thought."

"Really?" I said, leaning back to look at his face, "Then why?"

"Because you're grieving for something. Tonight has been a lot for the both of us, and I feel like I would be taking advantage of you when you feel this way."

Letting that sink in, he continued. "I very much want to ravish you." I smiled at the term and lifted a brow. He huffed, "but using sex to forget this, I couldn't stomach doing with you. When we both feel a hundred percent, and I will take care of the rest— if you will allow me."

"This is still fine, though?" I leaned forward, kissing him. He kissed me back, and I sighed into it.

He pulled back with a smile. "Oh, yes. That is essential."

I laughed then gave him a lighter kiss, saying against his lips, "Then I suppose I should focus on feeling better, and you should get a bed."

His eyes glinted, and before I could think, he pulled my face to his shoulder. "You. Sleep. Now."

"Or else I'll get what I want?" I teased.

He laughed, "Yes, and I'll live with the guilt for the rest of my very immortal life."

I relaxed, his hands caressing my back and arms soothing. My eyes felt heavy, but I continued talking regardless. "I'm on birth control."

He paused, then continued his stroking, "Yes?"

"Would we need to get condoms?"

"I'm a vampire, Bella."

"And?"

"I don't believe I can get you pregnant."

"If belief stopped pregnancy, I'm sure there would be a lot less of them." I joked, "You also said you couldn't cry." I just meant to point it out, but he immediately froze not even his breath coming out. "Edward?" I moved back to look at him, and he was staring at me, eyes wide.

"You're right." He said, looking like he'd just had his world turned upside down then he blinked. "I— I suppose I should talk to Carlisle about it. Just in case."

I nodded, and he pulled my head back against his neck, telling me to sleep again. Wondering what changes that would mean for us. It took a while, but the silence was enough to put me to sleep.

It felt like only a moment, but I woke up with a small crack in the window letting in the crisp, clean spring air. My curtains fluttered in the breeze. Edward was gone, possibly at school, or maybe to check in with his family. I sat up in bed. A quick mental scan told me Charlie wasn't here either. Edwards and my conversation played in repeat on my head. I wonder how far off it would be before I felt a hundred percent?

I sagged against my headboard. I still felt empty, and to get rid of the restlessness, I wondered if I should just handle it myself. My thighs felt heavy, and I tried to ignore the pressure I had. I didn't even know really what I liked outside of Edward's caresses. I rarely masturbated, feeling too weird in Arizona with Phil and Renee close by. I didn't want to lose control also, I honestly didn't enjoy the way my room made me feel. Too childish, and it always pulled me away from whatever fantasy I'd conjured at the moment, so I usually stopped in the middle.

Looking around, though, I bit my lip. It felt different today though like I could allow myself this time to try to explore that part of myself. I wanted to feel better, to figure out some of what I liked. After all, if I wasn't mature enough to go to the store and buy condoms or even say what I liked out loud, then I probably wasn't ready in general. But right now, I was— why not try it?

I swallowed, leaning back and trying to get more comfortable. I took a breath, closed my eyes, and started moving my hands over my body, letting myself relax. My mind wandered to what would have happened had I been a hundred percent yesterday night. It was amusing that that's what I pictured at first, then it switched. We were back in his room on his couch.

I appreciated the way Edward touched me, firm, pressing, and I ached for it. I scratched my nails lightly over my ribs before getting rid of my shirt entirely. I wanted to enjoy this. Sensations I didn't really let myself experience before flicking over me. What did I like? I could imagine myself liking a lot. I pressed my thighs together and focused on how heavy my breasts felt.

I parted my legs a bit and let my hand go under my waistband. I took a breath and then tried to explore. Rubbing my fingers between the lips, and I jolted a bit when I touched my clit. That spot was always where I stopped. Instead, I bit my lip and kept going. Circling it, rubbing it, I breathed through the sharpness of it all and then found a spot that made me jolt.

I paused only briefly before starting again, trying to focus on what I wanted again. Rubbing at that spot, sweat dotted my skin while I thought about Edward, of him taking his time over and under me. I felt pressure start to build lower and chased it. My legs shook slightly, a moan tearing itself from my throat as the tightness in my stomach was building rapidly towards a line I'd never crossed before. I tossed my head back, cursing as I felt myself tense and kept moving my fingers as I arched against my bed.

I took a short breath, almost laughing as I rolled over. Finally—

I opened my eyes and froze as the bed dipped next to my leg. I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in one with high vaulted ceilings, open windows, palms bouncing in a breeze that smelled like the ocean. Edward crawled over me, lowering his head to kiss me. In all the kisses, we'd had never had one been like this. He didn't hold back, and I practically melted when he nipped a little at my lip.

He hummed. "You started without me."

"What?—"

I blinked and was back in my room, aching, still feeling flushed and breathless. I took a second, then rolled from my bed to tug on a clean shirt. I mumbled as I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, only to be blinded by my reflection in the mirror. Everything about me looked wild. Wisps of hair escaped my braid, my eyes were completely green, my lips looked like they'd been bitten, and I glowed.

Glowed. I blinked, and it stayed. I started washing my hands before bringing my hand up to inspect it. How long would this last? I could imagine a very mortifying conversation later with Charlie if it didn't. I smoothed out my hair and got ready. Leaving the bathroom and returning to my room to try and get back to normal.

Aside from that, I'd successfully masturbated, an achievement I didn't know I'd consider an achievement. I huffed, glad that I'd at least finished before finding myself somewhere in time and felt hot. I bit my lip and debated moving around the house and fixing the energy, especially since I was in such a good mood.

I kept my eye on the clock when I was downstairs. I went through the house and, like the last time, I made small adjustments. I finished much quicker than usual, and I went back to my room. Already caught up on homework, I grabbed my book. It was warm under my hands like it'd been waiting for me to pick it up, then I made myself comfortable on the bed.

I opened the first page, looking at the swirling intricacies of the tarot card. The Lovers and I waited for it to change. It didn't, and I skimmed my fingers over the image. Only for it to change, and it warped into an image of the Empress reversed and the Devil. Two cards. I furrowed my brow, and tilted my head before I could put those two together. The next card was blank.

Just a thin border. Nothing. I took a sharp breath through my nose and swallowed. My future wasn't there. I felt my stomach roll, and rather than throw the book away like I'd wanted, I turned to the first page. The words looked heavy, written in thick ink that stained a yellower page. Written in a heavy hand I tried to make sense of it.

Our language is dead, tis a language yond in each bedlam I hath met. Some speak in tongues, others in lyricized songs. I hath not heard my own voice, only felt what passed through mine own lips. Tis hard for me to even attempt to write. My own humor have afflicted the ink. If a bedlam were to possess this page, forgive me, the words art too hard to write and art mine own. If I hath learned anything, the words may not work for thee the same.

I snorted, of course a disclaimer on the words would come now. I turned the page, still a bit disturbed by the tarot card. Why blank? My palms itched, and I ideally wondered if it had something to do with me and the three vampires. Maybe. I swallowed and then went back to the words on the page.

Carlisle had bought up some good points on how magic could come from me based on my wants and desires. Did that mean I was a regular witch, or maybe, like my grandmother said, I had more power than her and Renee. Even if I did, how do I tap into that? All of it, not just parts?

The pages of the book fluttered open to a new page. I expected more words, but instead, I was greeted by an image of a female in three parts. The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone.

I paused looking over the image. It could have been a trick of the light but each image looked like my family. I was in the center, my mother to the left, and I felt my eyes sting as I saw Grandma Marie, to the right drawn in the book, looking older than I could remember.

I felt the temperature in the room drop as I started to read.

The hierarchy of magic is wrought in curses and blood. It matters not which witch it is. A desire for power is inherent in each of us. Blood and desire is a calling card to our kin, and each witch will seize it if they can.

In her youth, the Maiden is particularly vulnerable before her awakening. The first strings of enchantment and newness follow her. Those with the spirit of the Maiden are full of youthful ideas and are enthusiastic to learn.

However, while in this phase, colors are hypnotizing, lights are too bright, and simple objects can sing. The more powerful— the more sensitive she is. It is pivotal that such a witch has counterparts that will alleviate the burden. Without them, she is subject to madness, or worse, she brings attention to her community and must be exterminated.

I took a breath. Maybe it was for the best that Renee and Grandma Marie hadn't been taught the old-fashioned way after all.

The Maiden, coming into herself, will own power dependent on both parents. Almost always, she gets the magik of the Mother and the Crone before her. However, the sire is pivotal in how she grows and comes into her awakening.

It is customary for us to keep the Maidens safe until they are of an age where they show fluency in their magic— until they awaken. However, it's coming later and later, as well as their temptations, especially when they are no longer tempered by another creature. For a Maiden is not easily satiated by the mundane and the cluster has bespelled the Maidens that would drag men into their beds like sirens to the sea.

There was that word again. Awaken. What did that mean? I scanned the pages but didn't see another reference on the page. Instead, more talks on Maidens and their temptations. I picked up further down.

I am not proud to say many Maidens don't last long, and part of our powers dwindling are because the Maidens seek out their pleasure too early. As such, their attempts to become Mothers and pass down their untried gifts to their children before finding a partner that makes them sing is becoming routine. Each spring, new witches born hold fewer powers than their Mothers before them. I am at a loss. Not even my anchor can help me.

Mariah has suggested we breed outside the usual mundane males. She seeks to breed with the few sons that come from our unions. The males who are half-witches are rare. We only have two, and all the others tend to die in infancy— or worse. And while some Maidens and Mothers have foolishly tried, wargs and nightwalkers have never sired a child with one of us, and the witch who tried is left torn apart or is mercilessly drained.

One Maiden, Elizabeth, desperately sought out the Horned King. She claimed a vision that not even I had seen. A man in his youth with a crown of antlers and eyes of gold. However, she too disappeared and became rot. It is apparent to me that the separations between the mystic should be kept as our number continues to die out as our generations grow. As if being hunted wasn't enough— I dreamt of another feasting.

A witch's scent is beguiling enough as it is, but a Maiden's scent even more so— even regular men can't resist, and crowds of them gather in the clusters that move like gypsies. Should our cluster be scented out by our enemies, then we must leave in the next hour lest we lose half our numbers in the skirmishes. The Nightwalkers or Vampyrs are relentless. Our magik can barely defend ourselves against them. My fellow Crones and I are weak and deserve to rest. I will use my sight again, by the sea, my anchor is there, and I pray to Hecate that I see another summer.

I was still reading as Charlie's car pulled into the driveway. I worried my lip, flipping through the pages. This was a lot, and I set a nearby bookmark in it. I had more research to do after all, and I suppose some answers on some aspects to how witches used to function, but more than that, I had an idea on a hierarchy. My fingers itched to keep reading until I finished the section on the Mother.

But instead, I pulled my own notebook and made quick notes to process all the added information easier. Grandma Marie said Charlie had been more, and then there was the old woman— Helen from the dance studio. If that were right, then I shouldn't be here. Charlie yelled something from the room, and I took a breath.

Opening the door, I called out, "What?"

"I got soup! It's minestrone." Hope this will pick her up. It's not exactly chicken noodle.

"Great," I said, shutting my door. "I feel much better, by the way."

"Good." He said, and as I came closer, I heard him humming. I smiled automatically when I came into the room, moving around him to grab a bowl.

"Guess you look ready to go to school tomorrow."

I relaxed a bit. Amazing what alone time can achieve in between finding out age-old secrets of witches. "I mean, at this point, with how absent I've been and all the drama, I think I'm beginning to have a reputation."

Charlie made a sound with his throat, "Those teachers are lucky to have you." He poured some soup into a bowl for me. "Oh, and before I forget, the phone is broken."

I lifted a brow, "really?"

"Yeah, your mother called me from the station. Apparently she'd been trying to get through all night," Charlie said.

I hesitated before asking. "Did she say anything?"

"Only to get you to call her and I need to fix the phone as soon as possible." He shook his head. If it was that easy, it'd be done already, but it looks like the entire thing is fried. Probably should check all the other wiring in the house. "Just another thing to do." On top of work, I feel like I don't have a second to relax. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry." I winced.

He chuckled, "It's not like you did anything."

I gave a tight smile and then gestured to the table. "Here or?"

"I mean, if you want to watch trash TV, I can handle it." Charlie sighed. "Don't have a game going on until the weekend."

I nodded and moved to the table anyway. "I don't mind conversation then, at least if you don't."

Charlie smiled, "I do not."

I took a chair and waited for a moment to blow on the steam. "Actually…" I wrinkled my nose, trying to bring it up organically. "I saw some pictures of Grandpa, and I think Grandma Helen?" I tried.

Charlie whipped his head up. She knew which ones were them? "I didn't know you could pick them out."

I fought the urge to lift a brow, and gestured to a frame not far from him. "I mean, they are all around us."

"Yeah, guess you're right," Charlie said.

"I just wanted to know more about them."

Charlie crinkled his forehead, "really?" It's been so long since I talked about Pop and Ma. Jesus, makes me feel like a kid again. He cleared his throat. "Okay then."

I looked at him expectantly and waited.

"Your Granddad, Geoffrey, well he went by Jeff. He sort of hated his name. He was a pretty lucky man, and uh—" He cleared his throat again. "He was a good dad, the best of them." I wanted to be like him. Tried to be anyway. "He taught me how to fish, blow a harmonica, drive stick. I mean, it's been a while."

I nodded, about to ask about Grandma Helen, when Charlie continued.

"My dad was really lucky. He, uh, liked birding. Didn't really like to hunt, though. Sometimes we'd go out back, and he could call a deer like no other, and we'd feed them— craisins. Honestly, it was kinda magical, and I've never seen a Roosevelt Deer so docile." Then dad died, and they just went back to being mean and skittish.

I pursed my eyebrows, "He was good with animals?"

"One of the best, he said, if he picked a different life, then he would've been a vet. Instead, he was a Park Ranger for the Hoh. Your Grandmother, she followed the rules and then your granddad around with a broom whenever he talked about turning the house into a barn. I—" He looked away. "I had a lot of joy here."

I swallowed. "Thanks, dad."

He smiled back, his eyes slightly watery. "You know, they didn't think they could have kids— tried for a long while, then I arrived and…" He sniffed. I wish I had more time with them. "It's sort of complicated, but Bells, having old parents, it was hard for me."

I furrowed my brow and nodded, "Okay, Dad. Do you?"

"Want to talk about it?" He chuffed, clearing his throat again. "God no— It just puts some of the expectations I had on life into perspective." Maybe that's why I didn't mind having a kid when Renee was still so young, or myself for that matter.

I focused on my soup. "I think you've um," I felt myself swallow a lump in my throat. "Been the best dad, by the way."

Charlie swallowed, then smiled, "Really, not too bad for your old man?"

I laughed, glad he could at least lighten the mood. "Well, I've never been happier— I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Bells."

We finished eating and then went over to the couch. Charlie put on a home improvement show, his brow and thoughts swirling whenever the people started to talk about electrical and wiring. He was wondering if he should just do it himself, and I felt another stab of guilt. Maybe it would be easier to tell him I'd done it. But then that was a completely different conversation, one I wasn't ready to have with all the information I'd taken tonight.

Eventually, I stretched and got up, saying goodnight. I climbed up the stairs and entered my room. I took a deep breath when I saw the book, and even if it could have been a stretch, maybe my grandfather was half-witch, and my grandmother was too. It'd certainly explain why it took so long for them to have kids. The book had said it was difficult, but what did that make Charlie?

Edward said he was hard to read, but I didn't really seem to have any problems, and Renee had been able to use her powers on him too. I shook my head as I felt a headache coming on. It'd be easier to figure things out if I knew them, even if I'd seen a ghost from the past, I didn't know the first thing about holding a seance, and the idea of bringing out candles and summoning a spirt— No. My hands felt clammy and I ran my fingers through my hair. Not now.

I got ready for bed, changing quickly because I thought Edward would come over. I grabbed a book, a kid's book, that had been here for a long time and started reading while I waited. I had a lot I wanted to talk about. I kept looking up at the window, waiting for him to appear. But I was wrong. Edward didn't come, and I waited, looking out the window till the clock switched to one in the morning, and then finally, I reluctantly crawled back into bed and tried to go to sleep.

I dreamt of flesh. Of heady sighs and soft bites. When I woke up, I was flushed, and my sheets tangled around my legs. I tried to slow my breaths then leaned up to drag a hand down my face. I blinked into the morning, wondering why it was so bright, only to realize it was me. My skin was glowing— again. I swallowed as I lifted an arm to examine it.

It shimmered, illuminating my room like I was some weird beacon. "You've got to be kidding me." I sighed aloud. I'm sure this wasn't an ability anyone would want— being a human flashlight. I waved my hand in the air, and pulled it back to layer a glamour over it. It took a couple of seconds to put it in place. By the time I was finished, I still shimmered slightly, but I couldn't do anymore. The sky was lightning up a little as I rolled from bed to get ready for school.

I looked at the window again, not a thing out of place to tell me if he'd come in the night. It wasn't as if I needed Edward with me, but I'd expected him to come. I sighed, disappointed with myself. Space was healthy, I told myself, besides if I had to guess, it had something to do with the nomads. I wasn't about to put words in my head. This was just one of those moments where I needed to wait.

It was weird thinking about how this was becoming my new normal. Fighting off a specter or playing vampire baseball had the plot of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode from an alternate timeline written all over it, but instead, that was my Sunday. I went to the restroom to get ready before plunging through my closet for something to wear that had long sleeves. One clean turtleneck and jeans later, I was grabbing my bag and leaving.

Charlie was downstairs nursing a cup of coffee. He smiled over the mug as I started making some toast. I must have gotten used to seeing him down here, but it struck me that there'd been some changes since I was here. He looked younger, for starters, and his skin was better too. I wondered if that was because we'd forgone eating out so much.

"How are you such a morning person?" She's practically glowing.

I shot a look at him. "And you're not?"

"I have to be." He said, It's been easier to get up in the morning, that's for sure. then he cleared his throat. "So, do you know which one of them dropped off your car?"

I shook my head, "I didn't even know it was here."

"The fact they could drive it without making a sound is what gets me." He chuckled, and I started buttering the toast while it was still hot.

"I mean, they do really like cars." I wrinkled my nose, "besides, I like the sounds she makes."

He lifted a brow as he finished his coffee. "I think you're the only one. By now most of the town knows where you're coming from a mile away."

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, "don't you have work soon?"

He sighed, "thanks for reminding me. I packed your lunch, just some leftover minestrone in a thermos. Also, I forgot to mention it, but your mom was making a big deal out of it, but she wants to get you a cellphone."

"No," I said, immediately feeling tight. "I uh— I mean, it's so expensive, do you even have one?"

"I've never really needed one." He huffed, "The signal isn't the best out here."

"Then what would be the point?" I said, only for him to raise an eyebrow.

"I thought kids were going crazy for this sort of thing."

"Yeah, but…" I sighed and crossed my arms. "They're expensive." I tried again.

He shot me a sympathetic look and came over to pat my back. "We can afford it. We're not living paycheck to paycheck."

I nodded. It was a losing argument. I smiled, "Okay then, but uh," I took a deep breath. "I don't want to call mom."

He stopped moving his hand and pulled back. This isn't the first time she's hinted at that… What did Renee do? "Why?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "It's complicated. Can I tell you later?"

He gave me a serious look and nodded. "I can wait."

"Thanks," I said, and we finished the morning in relative silence. His thoughts focused on Renee as they were on me. Eventually, he sighed and passed by me. He gave me a light tap on the back. I said goodbye as he left. Gathering the rest of my things and my jacket before I locked up the house. I stretched as I made it to my truck. I opened the door and saw an envelope on the driver's seat. I picked it up as I scooted in. Taking a second, I pried it open and saw Edward's spindly handwriting.

Bella,

My family and I are hosting the Nomads. I must have given my gift away as one of them, James keeps his thoughts erratic, and it is enough to make me overly cautious. As much as it pains me to be away from you, it is necessary to keep our distance from you. Please forgive me, but know I love you, and it is to keep you safe. I promise to make it up to you at a later date.

Yours truly,

Edward

I let out a long sigh and closed the card. Sitting in my truck, I looked into the street. How long would it be now? I'd kept the secret, not like I had a choice and as sick as it was. A number was hanging over my head, a countdown to this inevitable vision that caused everything to happen. I was a little more forceful starting my truck. I was still processing what I'd learned about Renee and myself. I swallowed, feeling very much like a puppet on a string, then started down the street.

Driving to school took no time as I parked. Climbing out of the truck into the parking lot, I just embraced being on autopilot. I smiled at people on my way to class. I was the first to English again, and instead of chatting with Mr. Mason, I took my seat and started working on the notebook from earlier. The one I'd filled with powers that I knew and didn't know. And I started drawing a genetic tree.

Looks really good today. I wonder why her dad lets her leave the house looking like that? I stiffened and looked up to see him looking at me. He gave a small smile and turned to his computer. Scary look though, shares that with her dad.

I wished that I wasn't alone, and a second later, another student came in. I relaxed as they went over to engage with Mr. Mason so I could focus.

I swallowed, then read over the list, crossing out the word hallucinations and put astral projection near it instead. It made more sense, and aside from that, I couldn't really explain how I'd saved my own life when I was 12.

What I know: Telepathy, Clairvoyance, Dreamwalking, Empath,

What I know but don't know why: Latin/french thing (?), Hallucinations Astral Projection (?), the shield (?), Energy sense (?), manipulation Compulsion (memories?), Flying(?), teleportation(?), and weather(?), Plants(?)

Marie was easy. I tied strands that included plants to her. I wrote Renee's name down and tied her to compulsion. She'd also done some things with the weather, or at least, she managed to make it rain in a closet. I stopped, briefly adding visions to her powers as well. I worked through my mother's side pretty easily, and after a moment of looking, I paused, and my gut made me write Empath and Energy sense near Grandma Marie too.

I let my pen hover there before bubbling it all under the same umbrella and passing it to Renee. That meant my grandfather on my mother's side had to have compulsion because there was no way that Grandma Marie had that. At least, I couldn't imagine that being the case. I'd never really thought of him before.

I knew he was dead, I knew Marie and him divorced when my mom was little, but I didn't know anything else. I let my hand lead, and before I could even comprehend, I'd written Manipulation under his name, as well as polyglot. I blinked. Then moved on to Helen and Geoffry.

Grandfather (?): Manipulation, Polyglot, Elemental Manipulation
Grandma Marie: Empath, Clairvoyant, Energy Sense, Plant Manipulation
Renee: Manipulation, Elemental Manipulation, Clairvoyant, Empath
Grandma Helen: Dreamwalking, Astral Projection
Grandpa Geoffry: Manipulation, Empath, Dreamwalking
Charlie: Energy manipulation, Instinct, Shield

I dropped my pen, staring at what I had written. I hadn't even finished writing from my list, and yet, I didn't write anything else. Charlie's name stood out to me, completely different from his parents, and I had no clue why. Then there was my other grandfather, I didn't even know his name, but I could feel that he wasn't a "good" person.

Still, this contradicted what I'd read. The book said male witches rarely made it past infancy, and if my list was correct, and I felt that it was, then my immediate family had three. I looked at Charlie's name and the words I wrote next to it. Instinct didn't really strike me as something magical. But it had to be, in my own experience I'd let my body move to do the right things, and that was itself instinctual.

I'd lived with Charlie for months, and aside from him being hard for me to read sometime, he was as clear as day to me. Even in my vision, Renee had said she was wrong when she met him, but what did that mean. I furrowed my brow and took a shallow breath, energy manipulation was the last bit, but again, I'd never seen it. My eyes rolled with how many times manipulation had been mentioned.

Compulsion, manipulation, they were the same. But I'd preferred the word that didn't call it what it was. I shut the notebook, lost to my thoughts. I hadn't even written who had telepathy, flying, or teleportation. I didn't feel the need too. Which could mean that those were mine. Just another thing to question and try to figure out later. Still, even as Eric came in with a wide smile and a wave, I couldn't stop thinking of my dad or what it meant to have powers stacked on top of one other.

How was it that the tree of magic was easier to follow with Renee, but Charlie didn't have the same genealogy as his parents? It was as if magic was a lottery, and he'd pulled it from a bag. I was so lost in my thoughts that it didn't register that someone was calling my name until someone grabbed my arm.

I turned and blinked, "Hi, Mike."

That's good. For a second, I thought I was getting the silent treatment. "Hey Bella, I was trying to say you smell nice."

"Oh," I said. "Thanks?"

"Not in like a weird or creepy way," He said quickly, "But I uh— my girlfriend would probably like it." Wonder what she'll say now.

I blinked and withheld what I really wanted to say. "Really, who did you start dating?"

"Lauren's friend." He said, and when I raised a brow, he added her name. "Kelley."

I remembered her briefly, "That's nice," I smiled, then lied. "I'll give you the name of it later, it was a gift, and I can't remember it right now."

"Great, that's uh, great." He said. "So, are you and Cullen official or?" She said they'd make it official, but maybe he changed his mind?

I nodded, "Yeah, we're dating." I started pulling books from my bag.

"Cool. Um, maybe we can triple." Don't know why Lauren wants me to ask so bad. he grimaced looking elsewhere for a second, then back to me. "So, what were you writing?"

"What?" I said, shocked. Was he looking over my shoulder?

Just me, or she's a little defensive? "You were just so engrossed with whatever you were writing. I was curious."

I shook my head. "Just homework."

"Weren't you ahead." He joked, "thought you knew better, Arizona."

I smiled awkwardly and turned my attention back to the class. Mike's attention still didn't stray from me as class started. Eric's mind was preoccupied with his girlfriend, but he still leaned over once or twice to smell me too. He tried to cover his interest with questions on The Tiger or the Lady.

I noticed that it wasn't just Eric or Mike either. A couple of other boys and a few girls thought that I looked different, smelled different. When the bell rang, I gathered my things and tried to calmly leave. But their minds were loud and probing.

Just when you thought she couldn't get any more weirder…

Isabella always looks so nice maybe I should talk to her…

Guess it makes sense why Edward would tap that…

Mike is right. She does smell good…

Her look is growing on me, wonder what she looks like naked…

I took a slow breath. In and out as I made my way to government. I sandwiched myself in my seat and made noncommittal noises whenever Mike spoke. When Tyler came, it was just another person to try to give attention to. Maybe I should have taken it easy, too, called out sick for the rest of the week. But I know how that would look, and even with an unsteady future, I didn't want anyone to think my actions are a reflection of Charlie.

Mr. Jefferson's thoughts were the easiest to be in. His monotone voice droning on historical facts as if it were a lesson. Then the bell rang, and I quickly gathered my things.

"Woah, what's the rush, Bella?" Tyler said, There's enough time to walk her to class. Maybe get a foot in the door while Edwards out—

"I have to meet Jess," I said and noticed that Mike's face soured. "Bye, guys!"

I waved, turning to rush away. I needed to listen to something that wasn't about me. I hopped head to head, staying for a moment as one student thought about a show or was bored out of their mind with school. I really really hoped Jessica was in the mood to talk about Nick or herself. When I walked into Trig, I practically threw my arms around her. "Jessica!" I exclaimed.

She looked up and blinked, Woah, what's up with Bella? "Hey!"

I took my seat next to her and sagged, "please help me get out of my head."

She laughed, furrowing her brow. "Sure— but what's with you, you're practically glowing— and is that smell you?"

I winced, "What does it smell like?"

"Like a memory." She said, leaning over to sniff me. "Yeah, you smell like really good."

I creased my brow, quickly checking to ensure that my glamour held. "I switched up my shampoo?" I offered, giving a tight smile.

"Whatever it is, give me the name for it." She said, leaning back. Nick would probably like it. Oh I should probably give her all the details. "So, are you ready?"

"Please." I leaned forward. Jessica really was a lifesaver. She talked on and on about Nicholas. How he was so Nirvana and the total opposite of what she usually went for. I nodded along, tapping her when we had to pay attention, and then we would get right back into it. She smiled a lot, then she talked about how they had a date next week to go to Port Angeles.

"He's driving, and honestly, it'll be nice not having to pay attention to the road. I think he'd make me drive into a ditch."

"Really?"

"Yeah," She said, tilting her head, "I don't know how I didn't notice it before, but he's really attractive." Then she grinned, "Speaking of, where is Edward?"

"He's out, an old family friend came into town, and they had to host," I said.

She hummed, then looked away. "Sorry, you get to miss him during the honeymoon period."

I laughed, "I don't know if I would say that."

"I mean, Lauren said you two were showing off at the dance." She hesitated, more like said Bella was showing off.

"Did she?" I tilted my head, I could be rude, but really I just shrugged. "I didn't really know she was looking at us."

"Don't take it personally. Lauren has been…" She lowered her voice. "Weird lately. She wasn't always so…"

"Bossy?" I supplied.

Jessica sighed, yeah. But, she's still Lauren, and she is nice sometimes. Ugh. I don't know what to feel. "I wish things were different. We used to be really good friends." But she just doesn't like Bella.

"Hey—" I sighed, "I know you were close, but if you still want to be friends with her, I get it." I smiled, but I felt like she was letting me down. Then again, Jess would have to make this decision on her own.

"It's not that, I just, I feel guilty because we got close so quickly, and I think she felt threatened by that." She said, face serious. "That's it— I'm still going to hang out with you."

A vision filled my head, one of Lauren calling Jessica crying over the dance and apparently getting carded later on. She babbled about how it wasn't fair when I'd been making out outside, and then she's the one who was caught getting handsy with DJ. I blinked and felt my mouth thin. Really?

Jessica looked at her hands. I feel shitty. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I said, giving an awkward laugh. "I'm not going to make you pick favorites."

She nodded and then shook her head. I just have to calm Lauren down— again, and it'll be fine. "Thanks."

I turned to my work and started working on the Trig homework before Mr. Varner assigned it. I could at least focus on the numbers. I didn't want to lie to myself, I sort of held it against her. It was an easy choice for me though, she didn't see a glimmer of what lived in Lauren's head. So I put that aside and swallowed the rest of the feeling before asking Jessica about prom.

The mood shifted, and I made her feel a little better by the time we left. On our way out, Nicholas was waiting for Jessica outside the cafeteria. He was wearing scuffed jeans and an open plaid shirt over one with a NASA logo. She bit her lip and picked up her pace. He lifted a hand to wave and blushed.

She looks cute today— Should I say that? Or would she like being called pretty? He smiled. "Hey Jess, you look ah—beautiful."

Jess practically turned pink. "Really?" She bit her lip, He thinks I'm beautiful? "Thanks, Nick, you look really good today too." He smiled and rubbed his neck, a matching blush on his cheeks, and I looked elsewhere to give them a moment. It was nice though, being in someone's head that thought she was worth it. Jess turned to me, "You remember, Bella— right?"

"Bella?" He looked up at me and nodded, "Yeah, we have class together." She's Cullen's lab partner. And She's the one she said she went dress shopping with— and Angela. I'll have to remember their names.

It was a relief that all he seemed to think about was making a good impression. I nodded, smiling as I waved slightly from a distance. "Hello."

"Yeah." She's standing pretty far away?

I didn't really want to get closer, the last thing I needed was for this weird smell to affect him too. "Don't mind me. I just want to let you guys talk." I smiled and shot a pointed look at Jess. I walked widely around them. "See you later, Jess."

Queen. I'll have to thank her later. "So… Nick…"

I walked into the door, and maybe it was just me, but just as many people were paying attention to me as the first day, I'd come here. Without Edward to buffer, the thoughts poured in again. It was weird, and I tried to ignore it as I went to the microwaves to heat up my soup.

Angela waved for me to join her. She was sitting near Ben, Conner, Mike, Kelley, and Eric. I felt a lump in my throat the closer I got to the table.

Wow, she does smell good. Mike wasn't kidding. I thought the voice was Conner, but it was hard to tell.

"Thanks for saving me a seat, Angela," I pulled my water bottle from my bag and slid in next to her. I focused entirely on her, her mind as pleasant as a bubbling brook compared to everyone else.

"Of course," She smiled, "I didn't get to talk to you after the dance, and I missed you."

I smiled, about to respond when Mike cut in.

"Do we have to talk about the dance?" He said sullenly. I noticed the girl next to him—Kelley and gave a quick smile. Her brown hair was straightened, and she was wearing lip gloss so shiny that it reflected the cafeteria lights, she was pretty, but she had that same look Lauren wore almost down to a T. She took a hand and put a hand near his.

"Why not? That's where we met, didn't we." Kelley tilted her head and looked at me. "It's nice to see you again. La Push, right?"

I nodded, "Right." I said, "So you two met at the dance?

"Yeah," She said. I thought she was going to lead into a story, I didn't think I was the only one, but when nothing came up, I decided it was my turn to go.

"That must have been really nic—"

"You're dating Edward Cullen, right?" She asked.

I fixed a curious expression on my face. "Yes."

"How did that happen—"

"Kelley—" Angela said.

"I'm just curious. I mean, we're all thinking it, right?" She said, and I kept a smile fixed on my face. "But how'd it happen? We've gone to school with him for two years and hardly know anything about him."

I looked around the table. "No offense, but I don't really like show and tell."

She scoffed, "Really, that's not what I heard." The table grew silent after that, everyone looking uncomfortable. I pulled away from Angela's mind and let it float here. Hearing everything.

Kelley's pretty annoying… Ben thought, Pretty sure she's only saying something cause Edward and Jess aren't here.

I think I'm going to be sick. Why is Kelley mentioning this? Sure, I'd tweaked things when I was retelling it, but I'd had a lot to drink. Mike twisted his fingers and darted a look at me.

Well, this isn't cool, I probably shoulda sat with my team. But now I get to figure out what happened, so oh well. Tyler looked impassive.

I sighed. During the quiet, I'd wondered if I should act shocked or if I should just use some magic. Strangely, instead of pretending I just shrugged. "And?"

"What?"

"I don't care what you heard." I shook my head, "I don't remember you being there. I remember Mike—" I shot a look at him, "and Lauren and DJ slamming a door shut after coming out to get air. But I don't remember you."

"Oh—" She opened her mouth, "I heard that you guys hooked up."

"So, let me get this straight." I said, an incredulous look on my face, "You heard I hooked up with my boyfriend?" She looked at me— confused, and I looked at everyone else. "Am I missing something here?"

"Yeah," she said, but then the words stuck in her throat. I lifted a brow and waited for her to continue. Lauren didn't say how they hooked up, just that they were all over each other… And Mike said… What did he say? Why'd I volunteer for this? Why isn't she embarrassed?

"You don't even know?" I huffed out a laugh. Funny how I'd been talking about sex more because I was working on that with Edward, and now suddenly now everyone wanted to talk about it. There's nothing like being in the middle of a bunch of people who couldn't mind their own business. "How about we ask Edward next time we see him?"

Tyler blanched, "Why?"

"Why not?" I leaned back. Kelley didn't say anything, neither did Mike. "Unless the only reason you're asking me if we hooked up is because he's not here?"

I waited, and Kelley shifted. Just say that she's easy. "I just think—"

"Not that it's anyone's business," I interrupted. "but why are you asking me? You don't know me. Why don't we ask someone you do know— someone who was there? Mike?" He stared at me silently, "What did you see when you went outside?"

"I uh—" he looked down at his hands. I moved over to his mind, feeling his guilt. He'd dramatized the moment with DJ and Lauren. He'd been drunk off of punch and talked about me playing hard to get and putting out with a bunch of people. That was hard to see— the way he'd viewed it— I counted slowly in my head as he formed a sentence. "You guys were just kissing."

I nodded, glad I didn't need to use my powers to get that particular confession. "Thanks for sharing, Mike." I looked over at Lauren and DJ sitting with their friends, they were turned toward us, and I waved at them.

"See," I said candidly. "You heard wrong." I looked at them all, giving them a tight smile. "Rumor done and dealt with."

"But—" Kelley said.

"But, what?" I narrowed my eyes, "My relationship doesn't concern you. Either sit here and eat. Or go back to Lauren." Kelley blinked, dazed. "Matter of fact, Tell her I said hi."

Kelley automatically got up from the table, and heat settled on the back of my neck as the magic made my fingers tingle. I was fine— besides I could have done much worse. I shrugged as she left, going back to my soup.

"Sorry," Mike said, not even turning to watch her leave. I was startled that he'd even try to apologize. I felt a pang of guilt come from him again.

"It was dark," I replied lamely. I looked around the table. "Let's just move on." I was feeling more than a little affected by the heavy cloud of emotion around Mike. And it wasn't just him. Tyler started talking to Conner a little too animated about the next basketball game, and Angela shot a concerned look my way.

It still must have hurt her feelings. Angela thought.

I tightened my grip around my spoon and continued eating. Jess and Nick came over later, sitting near Angela and Ben. Mike was quiet for the most part, shooting me sad looks, and I ignored them. It was only Tuesday. How I'd survive the rest of the week, I had no idea. I shot a glance at Edward's table. Already I wanted everything to be over, if not just to have some much-needed support.