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If I hadn’t been whole, if I didn’t have complete faith in what Wes and I shared, the curse might’ve found a way in. It might’ve found a way to break me. Even a week ago, I could’ve fallen prey to its bullshit, but it was too late. I loved Wes, but more importantly, I trusted him. And there was nothing the curse could do to make me doubt him again.

“You are nothing. Insignificant. My family owns half this island, and you can barely keep your stupid little shop afloat in the winter. And you thought I loved you? What a joke.”

Wow. Fake Wes was a real asshole.

I raised my hand. My golden light glowed brighter than I’d ever seen it, nearly blinding me. Squinting against the glow, I pushed my energy outward, blasting Fake Wes with a spear of ice the size of a jousting lance. It pierced his chest, sending him to his knees. My rain clouds hovered over my head, ready and willing to do my bidding. I spread my fingers, gathering them over the Fake Wes before letting a funnel of rain pour over him. Then I closed my fist and froze him solid. He fell over and shattered into a million pieces.

“Take that, you fucker!” I jumped up and down, riding the high of seeing through the illusion and kicking its ass. If the curse wanted to turn corporeal now, I’d face that too.

I turned to the real Wes, and my smile promptly died. He had a faraway look on his face, like he wasn’t even here. The curse must’ve had him enthralled in something I couldn’t see and he wasn’t fighting it as well as I had the Fake Wes. His muscles trembled. He walked right past me with blank eyes and slapped his hand over the emerald.

And I watched in horror as his magic flowed out of him and his stone began to shine.

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