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rious to see what will happen if I egg her on,” Colin says while looking at me.
    “With all these emotions running through me, I don’t really think you want to know,” I say as I finish the pizza. Colin continues to watch me, but doesn’t say anything. Shaking his head, he gives his attention back to everyone else.
    “Well, if you guys are bored, there’s a pool, a game room, an entertainment room. There’s a music room upstairs also. I hear a couple of you are musically gifted,” Colin says as he looks at me. “Just rest tonight. We’ll start training tomorrow.”
    “Ryanne, you have to play something for us,” Emma states.
    I start shaking my head. “I’m not really feeling it right now,” I say as I get up and place my plate in the sink. I look back behind me at Colin, who’s shaking his head.
    “I have someone who does that, Ryanne. Come sit back down,” he says.
    “Fine,” I shuffle back to the table. I was hoping to waste more time than that.
    “Please. Please. Please,” Emma begs. “Travis, Incendia, Colin, Lily, and Mr. and Mrs. Howick have never heard you sing before.”
    “And I’d kind of like it to stay that way,” I say.
    “Girl,” Emma sits up and stares at me, “I may not have any magic, but I can be very persuasive when I need to be. You know of what I’m capable of.”
    “You wouldn’t,” I say as I stand up and face Emma.
    “Oh, I would.”
    “Fine, where is this music room? ” I’d rather not find out what Emma has in mind. She can be plenty creative when something doesn’t go how she wants it to.
    When I move to take a step, the room starts spinning. Without warning anyone, I fall into another vision.
    I’m standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room in Dravin’s compound. There is a large wooden desk in the middle of the floor, cluttered with stacks of paper. Random medical supplies are scattered throughout the room. A stethoscope is strewn across the back of a chair, and a roll of gaze is located on the window sill. A box of Band-Aids is spilled on the floor, and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide is lying on a small coffee table—also cluttered with more paper. This room is a complete mess.
    It’s obvious that they can’t see me, because I’m literally standing ri ght beside Dravin.
    “I’m doing the best I can here,” Dr. Arden says. “Extracting magic without harming the individual is a complicated process. I know I said I was prepared to do it before, but I won’t risk harming her. It’s not perfect yet. It has to be perfect.”
    “You will do it when I find her whether you are ready or not. I won’t risk her getting away again.”
    “I will not risk killing my daughter because of you. I’ve seen what you’ve done to her already. I will not stand for any more. You need me Dravin, but if you harm another hair on her, I’ll quit. If I knew that Maureen was pregnant, I never would have walked away and you know that.”
    “ Maureen is dead, so get over that. We have a blood promise, Jedrek. I keep you alive. You help me. You can’t quit. You’re stuck here. Do you really want the Fates to come after you? The fact that the girl from the prophecy happens to be your daughter is just a random turn of events. It’s a coincidence. It doesn’t change anything. I saved your life. You owe me. If you have to repay that debt with your daughter’s life, then so be it. You WILL find a way to give me her magic. It’d be a shame to waste such a pretty thing, but if I have to kill her to get her powers, I will. There’s NOTHING you can do about it. Is that clear?”
    Jedrek Arden stands up and glares at Dravin. I take a step back even though I know neither of them can see me, but Jedrek looks very menacing. With wide large brown eyes and flared nostrils, he says, “I will not let you kill Ryanne. End of story.”
    “Not the end, my friend.” Dravin says as he turns to leave the room. “ We’re just now getting to the rising action. The climax is coming.