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three elves circling Donovan. One of them disarms him and leaps behind him, choking him.
    Donovan goes down, landing hard on his face. One elf wraps him up in roots and vines, chuckling. He slides his gaze toward me, forcing the elf from behind him to fall in front. Donovan rolls to his side, grabbing his broomstick and clicking it on into a dagger, but an elf kicks the weapon from his grip. He needs help or else he’ll die. I get up, full consciousness gradually returning. One of the elves is going to find me. I dart behind a large tree.
    “Hey, where did the girl go?” one elf calls.
    “She was just over there on the ground. Go find her before Christian gets here.”
    “That’s impossible! The forest was supposed to knock her out completely. How did a witch like her last that long in the woods?”
    “Handle this witch before he kills us all.” Footsteps rustle the foliage near the tree I am hiding behind. My hair catches on the bark, and I pull the tresses over my shoulders. The elf steps beside me and doesn’t look in my direction. I wrap my fingers around his neck and he shoves me against the tree, smiling down at me with his glowing green eyes.
    “Hey, what was that noise?”
    I jab my elbow into his throat and then smash his head into the bark of the tree. I grab his neck from behind, searching the ground for something to use to stab his heart. I hear footsteps headed in my direction. There’s another click from Donovan’s broomstick, and the elf he’s about to kill gurgles in pain. After a loud poof, the green mist from the dead elf floats in my direction. The elf that is about to walk around the tree is pulled back by a metal whip. I step to my side to see Donovan kill the elf. He tosses me his broomstick, and I press the button, morphing it into a light purple dagger. I kick over the elf I am attempting to kill and fall down on his chest, stabbing the tip of the sword into his heart. He vanishes into green mist.
    I collect myself and toss Donovan back his broomstick. “Where’s my gift?”
    “Don’t worry, it’ll come soon enough.” He walks over and hugs me. “Don’t get happy. I’m glad you’re safe, newbie.”
    I lean into his chest, hearing him breathe. “What happened to me?”
    “I’m not sure. I don’t know why I’d be so afraid I’d lose you. You’re a dumb rookie and you get into these situations all the time. I don’t know why you keep forcing me to come after you.”
    “Because every once in a while you need a thrill,” I say.
    He tightens his arms around me.
    “I’m fine now, Donovan.”
    “Rose, why did you come into this forest? Don’t you see how it looks?”
    This is the first time I’m happy to see him here, to feel him hugging me. We’ve been through so much in such little time. He’s the only piece to my puzzle that isn’t missing like the rest are. I don’t know how I’ll react if I lose him too. I can’t lose Donovan, no matter how much of a jerk he is to me. We’re the same; he’s a piece of home and serenity.
    “I guess you can call it curiosity.”
    “In a place like this with each mystic ready to kill the two witches in their home?”
    I look up at his scruffy chin. “Won’t happen again.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “That’s fine too.”
    We step into a field of emerald green, and I inhale the crisp air and spread out my arms, laughing. Donovan twists me around and leans down, brushing his eyelashes against mine. Realizing we’re a bit too close, I step back and look behind him at the old forest, where the rust brown stops right at the edge of the entrance.
    “We still have to meet up with Emily,” I say to him.
    “Behave.”
    “No promises.”
    “I swear you’re gonna get yourself kicked out of this place.”
    “Let’s hope they don’t find out we killed mystics here.”
    “Aye…you all right?” Donovan mutters.
    Snapping out of the memory, I clear my throat. He walks down the hill, and I follow. We aren’t too far from