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darkness.
    He’s definitely crazy. I couldn’t
move. I’d forgotten how to breathe. My brain told my body to walk
back to the gym, to get there as fast as I could, but I stood
frozen, clasping the pendant protectively in my hand.
    “ You okay? What’s taking so long?” Michael walked around the
front of the car.
    I jumped.
Dazed, I stared at him. What had Damon meant about Michael’s kind.
“I, um, left Sarah’s shawl on top of the car and came out to get
it. D-Damon stopped by…” my voice trailed off.
    “ What?” Michael swung around, doing a three sixty. “Where’d he
go?”
    “ I dunno.” I raised my hand and twirled my fingers and then
snapped. “One moment he was here and the next, gone.” I stared into
the darkness where Damon had disappeared.
    “ Let’s get outta here.” He unlocked the car doors.
    I blinked,
trying to focus. “We can’t just leave Grace.” Damon could go after
her.
    “ I’ll let her know.”
    “ No. You wait here and I’ll ask Simon to drive Grace home.” I
needed a moment to catch my breath and my nerves.
    “ I can – never mind.” He shook his head. “Go. I’ll make sure
Damon’s sorry ass isn’t poking around.”
    “ I’ll be right back.” I sprinted off to the gym. My wobbly
legs needed to run out the adrenalin stuck inside them.
    Grace wasn’t
hard to spot on the dance floor. She looked like she’d been
expecting me. Simon seemed to be dancing on his own.
    “ Do you mind driving Grace home?” I asked him.
    He replied
before Grace had a chance. “Love to! What kind of Ken would I
be?”
    Grace shook
her head, looking directly at me. “What’d he want?”
    Did she mean Damon? I hadn’t
mentioned a thing. I swallowed. Damon had
taken off in the other direction. He wouldn’t come back
tonight. “Michael and I just want to hang
out.”
    Simon put his
hand up for a high five, which I slapped, not understanding
why.
    “ You go, girl!”
    “ You’re still sleeping over, right?” Grace asked.
    “ Yeah, I’ll see you back at the house.” I gave her a hug and
went to meet Michael waiting in the car.
    We sat in
silence as Michael drove. Staring absently out the window, I tried
to figure out Damon’s weird behavior. Maybe he was on drugs. Maybe
he had something wrong with the processes in his brain. The lack of
cars and streetlights stopped my train of thought. A bluish hue
covered everything from the bright night sky. “Where’re we
going?”
    “ We have a cabin by the lake. I figured we could hang out
there for a bit.” He let his foot off the gas. “That doesn’t sound
right at all. We hit a Tim Horton’s.”
    “ Should I be scared?” I teased. “You’re taking me to a hidden
cabin in the woods and next week will I be the front headlines in
all the national papers?”
    “ Ha-ha.” He laughed sarcastically. “The place is like fifteen
minutes away. I just thought it’d be easy to talk there. I go when
I want some peace and quiet.”
    “ Then let’s go. We’re almost there now.” I trusted Michael and
I had a few questions myself.
    He flipped the
blinker on and headed onto the exit. “It’s just a couple miles down
the road from here.”
    Ten minutes
later he pulled onto a gravel lane. He drove the car easily through
the dark forest. A cabin stood in the distance with a glass lake
stretching behind it. The cabin was the kind you saw in those
country magazines. Modern, with a vintage look but absolutely
gorgeous. Michael, still in his Spartacus outfit and oblivious to
the cool air, opened the door and switched lights on as I followed
him in.
    Simple shades
of beige colored the walls, mixed in with wood and brown leather
furniture. My gaze caught on the six tall windows facing the lake.
The lack of style inside the cabin disappeared by staring out those
windows.
    “ I’ll get a fire going.” He opened a brass ornately decorated
box and started to toss the wood into the brick fireplace. He had
the logs snapping and flames dancing