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that, even though I might be weak and weepy and going insane, the boy I love is strong enough to handle all the things coming our way.

Chapter Five
    Gia
     
    Back at the safe house, I shuffle up to my room, an ode to all things girlish with its lavender ceiling, white bedroom furniture and bare, light blue walls. My guess is that Mabry wanted to make sure I felt completely at home. Or, a little at home, anyway. He has always been a loyal ally to the Seraphine, so Mabry agreeing to let me stay in his safe house doesn’t come as a surprise to me. Normally, this place does its job, making me feel closer to my home. Today, though, after everything that has happened, not even the lava lamps I’ve collected and scattered around the room assist in soothing my nerves.
    I drop my things onto my pink, Hello Kitty comforte r— one of the largest splashes of warmth in the roo m— and sit down, cradling my head. No ghostly voices, images or crazy laughter follow me into this place. Mabry’s veil protects the entire house from all things paranormal, the unwanted stuff anyway.
    You can calm down now. Raze’s ghost won’t find you here.
    When I was a little girl, Father used to sing to me with his surprisingly perfect voice and his untouchable approach. Nothing in any of the three worlds could touch me, hurt me or make me feel sad. He might be the king of the seas—a mighty force that’s the subject of many human tales and riddles—but the love he showed me has always been comforting.
    I don’t have a song to handle my problems for me anymore, so I’m now facing the storms with my own voice. No, I don’t mean singing voice. I’m a poet. Words provide me with a comfort I no longer have without Father’s care.
    Pulling out my journal, the one that has a black dragon printed on the cover, I close my eyes and envision Caleb’s face; the smoldering gray eyes highlighted by a mop of messy dark hair, the lips shaped like a heart, the eyelashes most girls would die to have. He’s almost too pretty to be a boy. My stomach clenches simply thinking about him. Rhythmic words come easily as I think of the boy I love.
    We race against time and enemies unknown,
    My fearless warrior and I.
    My heart containing depths of which only he knows,
    He lifts me up on a supernatural high.
    Time holds beginnings and endings and woes,
    A test of faith and love’s truths.
    The darkness can wind and tumble us, like foes,
    But in the end each other we’ll find.
    I admire you. Adore you.
    More than anything,
    I love you.
    Not my best work, but it’s enough to help me steal a bit of inner peace. Eventually, I drift off to sleep and dream of white birds flying over the sea. Doves. Representatives of the white mistress’s place on the throne, something I’ll never experience.
    Hundreds of the sacred birds fly through a sky filled with black clouds. A cage floats in the middle of the melee; it’s one of the old fashioned kinds that remind me of a dome made of wires. A bird with feathers the color of midnight blue silk sits inside the cage, squawking at its tempters flying free while it’s trapped inside a cage.
    So beautiful. The sight of the doves set against the smoke-kissed sky entrances me with a beauty both dark and light, inspiring and frightening. The bluebird anchors the emotions of the moment, pulling all things toward him with the boom of a massive voice that’s part squawk with a lot of hiss blending together.
    A loud crash rips through the dream. The bluebird’s cage falls about the same time I get close enough to drink in his beauty. Out of all the doves, I am the largest one, yet I am still not able to keep the bluebird from falling. Another crash. Wails from the birds around me falling from the sky. Their wings tattered, bloody and broken.
    The bluebird’s final cry somehow causes all this.
    I know it. I can almost hear the accusations of the doves falling from the sky in the way they’re now screeching; an angry sound indicative of