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Evan’s eyes clouded at the expression I couldn’t hide. His jaw clenched and he turned his head. I bit my lip.

“Yeah, I guess we do need to talk.”

I shifted past him and grabbed the handle of my dorm door. My keys jangled in my left hand, but I didn’t need them, apparently. As soon as the tips of my fingers met the cold brass of the knob, it creaked open. I froze, snapping my head in Evan’s direction. Everything happened in slow motion. First, there was the tensing of my twin’s shoulders. His wide, panicked eyes. I felt myself go weightless as the door splintered and my ears rang from the unmistakable sound of my attempted murder.

It’s funny the things you notice during a traumatic event. As my body pitched backward, my eyes caught on a speck of blue fabric which had been sitting on my coffee table. Three days earlier, Jenna had let me borrow one of her scarves. It was a vibrant teal, my favorite color. She’d let me wear it on a date, and I’d forgotten to give it back to her.

Damn, I should have returned that by now. She’s going to be so pissed. Something hit my back. Hard. Air rushed out from my lungs. Light flashed. Heat prickled my skin. Something was burning. Hair? Mine? Maybe. My head felt weird. The last thing I saw before darkness took me were those damn shimmering lines. Evan. My twin. The druid. The killer. How had he gotten to me so fast? Magic. That was how. I almost laughed. What the hell good was all that power now? He would not be able to save me this time. I was on fire. I knew it. Couldn’t feel it, but I knew. It rung out like the resounding note of a symphony no one wanted to end. I was gone.