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HPOV
"You know a lot about trust," Cal shot back. "After all, you're still trying to get the council to forgive you for killing your brother, right?" I tensed.
"Go to hell," I growled.
"Wiccans don't believe in hell," Cal said quietly. Before I knew what was happening I was racing for him, and Cal was racing for Morgan's car. He grabbed an athame and said tauntingly, "You want me? You want me, Hunter? Come get me." He ran for the woods.
Wild eyed, I had the presence of mind to turn to Morgan and say, "Stay here," before racing after my half brother.
SPOV
Hunter's in the Hudson. I heard the witch message in my head, but I couldn't tell who it was from. Go get him. So I did.
I found him in the Hudson, just like the witch had said, his body limp and blood gushing out of his neck. I took him home, and just looking at him I knew who had done this. Hunter had better live, I thought to myself, or else Morgan Rowlands wouldn't.
RPOV
"Robbie, please," Bree begged on another voice recorded message. "Let's start over. We'll forget everything–forget Cal and Hunter and Chip Newton, and it'll just be you and me. Please."
And I thought it sounded brilliant.
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