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not us.”
    Pierce punched the couch. “That’s bullshit! Finding out if magic was used in her death should be our task. Once we make that determination, the Stonewalls should be the ones putting all the pieces together. They’re the logical ones. And the Proctors? They should have been given our assignment. Mr. Proctor works for HPD, and isn’t defense their family specialty?”
    Father gripped the arms of his chair tightly. Was he angry at our words or at the Conclave’s ridiculous decisions? He blew out a lungful of air and said, “The Conclave suspects our enemy is already here in Havenbridge and the Gate is already in jeopardy. We don’t have time to debate their orders. We have to find out who or what might be responsible for cloaking the events of this town from them.”
    “Holy shit!” I said, standing up. “I think I might have a lead.”
    Pierce and Thad peered up at me in amazement.
    “Who?” Dad asked.
    “I met a boy today in the woods.”
    Pierce groaned. “Your lack of a sex life has nothing to do with this.”
    “And neither does your big fat head, so shut up.” Thad chuckled at my comment while Pierce silently fumed. I’d likely get zapped in the ass before bed tonight. “Can I continue?”
    Dad motioned for Pierce to be silent and gestured for me to go on.
    “Something drew me outside this afternoon before we left. I didn’t know what it was, but it smelled weird. I was about to cast a spell, use my magic like you told me, to figure out what it was, but this big oaf,” I said, smacking Pierce upside the head, “interrupted me. By the time I managed to get out there and check, the smell was gone.”
    “I didn’t smell anything,” Dad said. “But I did sense something earlier. I attempted an amplifying spell to heighten my senses, but I detected nothing unusual.”
    I briefly contemplated telling my family that it smelled like bleach and pancakes, but I didn’t feel like being teased. Thad would find some way to make fun of me by telling me to think with my head and not my stomach, so I decided against it. “Like I said, it was gone before I got there. But that was when I ran into Drake. He was bounding all over the forest.”
    Thad looked at me askance. “What do you mean?”
    After I relayed my encounter with Drake, the room grew quiet.
    “I don’t believe this Drake could be the enemy the Conclave has sensed, especially if he’s human, as you say.”
    I nodded. “He is. I sensed no magic from him whatsoever.”
    “That doesn’t mean someone hasn’t bound his powers to avoid detection,” Thad said.
    Fuck. I hadn’t even thought of that. If someone had bound his powers, it would also remove all traces of magic from our senses. Maybe I did need to read our books more.
    “That’s true,” our father replied. “Mason, since he goes to your school, I want you to learn as much information as you can about this boy. While I’m certain it’s just coincidence, no one is above suspicion.”
    I’d planned on doing that anyway. Something about him tugged at me in ways I’d never experienced before. Perhaps it was my magic’s way of warning me of danger. If Drake was my enemy, I’d make him regret ever coming to Havenbridge.

C HAPTER 4
     
     
    I SPENT the next few days following Drake around school, which was pretty fucking boring. The kid was about as exciting as a bowl of cold oatmeal.
    He went to class, did his homework, chatted with friends he’d made—which aggravatingly included Miranda—and got to and from school by running and jumping over every fucking thing in his path.
    I spent so much time thinking about him, I’d started dreaming about him too. And some of the dreams were wicked hot. My favorite was when Drake waited for me in the bathtub after school, his naked, smooth body dripping water as he played with the white towel that hid what I longed to see the most. He pulled me into the tub, but before I hit the water, I woke up.
    That happened far too often.