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forth gave him away.  He was nervous.  “And Erin
hates him.  She wouldn’t run after him.” 
    “Can you see where they are being held?” 
Mitchell asked in a barely audible whisper.  He couldn’t answer Tyler’s
question, because the truth was, he knew that Tristan was crazy enough to try.
    “No,” Sally said with a wide smile that
made Mitchell’s stomach clench and twist into painful knots.  She glanced at
the ground, searching the marble floor.  “But I can track them.”

CHAPTER 8
     
    It could have been five minutes or five
days.  Amelia wasn’t sure.  Time stood still as she watched the big screen. 
She didn’t want to watch, but despite all efforts to look away, Amelia was
glued to the TV.
    Megan was still out cold, and Amelia was
beginning to wonder if it was magic keeping her unconscious.  At first, she had
thought that Megan was already dead, but when she narrowed her eyes and stared
really, really hard, she could just make out the slight rise and fall of her
shoulders with every intake of breath.
    Erin had stopped screaming.  She sat
pressed against the bars as far away as she could get from Megan’s hanging
form, her knees pulled firmly to her chest in a ball.  Her blazing eyes were
fixated on the slow drops of blood that fell from Megan’s wrists.  Amelia knew
it was only a matter of time before Erin gave into the hunger.  And the worst
part about it was that Amelia’s brain was telling her this was all okay.  It
was okay that Megan was going to die.  It was fine that Erin would kill her. 
It was for the best, and the sooner it happened, the better life would be.
    That doesn’t seem right, Amelia’s subconscious told her.  You don’t want Megan to die.  But
the thought lacked conviction.
    A sharp pain pierced the back of her neck
and radiated upwards through her skull.  Amelia pulled at her arm, wanting to
rub the pain away, but the restraints held tight.  The pain didn’t last long
before it began to fade.  Warmth spread through her body, touching her skin
like the sun on a hot summer day.  She closed her eyes, letting the heat soothe
her aching head.  She pulled in a lungful of sweet air and released it slowly,
and the last bit of pain floated out with her breath.
    Amelia heard the door open, and she smiled
as a new wave of cotton candy and gumdrops drifted around her.  The door
clicked shut, and the sound of the deadbolt turning probably should have
bothered her, but it didn’t.  She kept her eyes shut, breathing in the sugary,
sweet air around her.
    The restraints around her wrists loosened,
and her ankles were suddenly free.  Josh, she thought.  Her heart rate
picked up, her stomach fluttered, and she sighed.
    That didn’t feel right, Amelia thought.  Josh wasn’t the person her heart beat for, or the
person that made her skin tingle.  There was someone else.  She was pretty sure
of that.  Someone that she should remember.
    “Get up,” a voice hissed in her ear.  The
voice didn’t sound right either.  It was hard, cold, and rough.
    Amelia’s eyes snapped open, and the chubby
face that looked down at her sent a slithering chill racing down her spine, and
suddenly she thought she was going to be sick.  Mitchell’s sky blue eyes rushed
back into her head.  His smile, his wavy mess of brown hair, and perfectly
sculpted face.  Those chiseled abs and strong arms.  How could she have even
thought about Josh the same way?
    “I said get up,” Cole growled.  He grabbed
her ankle and flung her off the bed, tossing her across the room, and she
crashed into the wall.
    Amelia’s brain raced as if it was running a
marathon.  The air became thick and stale.  The haze that fogged her vision
evaporated, and invigorating energy coursed through her veins.  Amelia smirked
and rolled up to her feet.  “Gutsy,” she said, eyeing him closely.  The
restraints hadn’t just held her onto the bed; they had kept her from accessing
her magic.  She raised