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“How about you? Did you have a serious relationship? Or maybe you still do.”

“I thought you wanted to talk about something else. This isn’t changing the subject. Only the object.”

“Hey, you’ve been here only for a few days, and you already know everything about me. It’s only fair if you tell me something about yourself.”

Finn heaved a breath. “No, I haven’t. A serious relationship is when you want to be with someone for the rest of your life. I have never been in love like that.”

“That clears it all up. I’ve never been in love at all. So I’m just setting him free, and there’s nothing to worry about. He can thank me later.”

If only it were that easy. The guilt was still there as if I chopped off a branch from a tall tree with a happy hamster on it, which didn’t see it coming, had nothing around to hold on to, and had no choice but to slam his shocked face against the ground rushing toward him.

“Spencer?”

I turned to Finn with my absent look.

“My name is Finn. You’re in my car. We are driving to nobody knows where.” He grinned.

“Sorry. I spaced out.” I’ve been saying that a lot lately. “Let’s go somewhere with no people.”

“Gladly. How about that lake right behind the town border? I drove by it on my way here looking for a motel.”

“Sure. I like that place. We had parties there once or twice.”

There was so much I wanted to talk to him about, so many questions to ask, and I thought it would be nice to go somewhere quiet, where we could be alone and wouldn’t be stared at or overheard.

“Where were you coming from?” I asked as we crossed the town border. “Or maybe the right question is where were you going?”

“I was coming from New Orleans. And I was on my way home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Near Asheville. It’s a beautiful place. Can’t wait to show it to you.”

“We’re witches. If people find out . . . Are you sure it’s safe for us to stay there? And don’t get me wrong, it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Don’t.” He gave me a serene look. “Besides, it’s not like people can tell you’re a witch just by looking at you. I wouldn’t know if you hadn’t used magic on me, and I’m someone who knows that the supernatural exists.”

“We only use our powers to protect ourselves. Witches can sense each other, and it doesn’t always end well. Also, there are accidents that can happen when you’re angry, or from sudden fear. We used magic to save people’s lives a few times, but it scared the hell out of them, and we had to disappear.” Through the window glass, I looked at the blooming garden of one of the houses on my side of the road. “No one cares if you use your powers to do good. If it’s one or two who witnessed the process, then we can wipe their memories. But when there are more, the best thing to do was move.”

“Life has always been hard for lone supernaturals. But there are ways to protect yourself. For me, it’s mostly from my own kind.”

“So you’re saying when I become a wolf, I would have to hide from other wolves if I don’t join a pack?”

Something changed in Finn’s mood. He answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Let’s just wait until you turn, then I will explain this to you more and you can decide what you want.”

“You mean if I wanted to join a pack? No. I wouldn’t. Mom said if I do, she wouldn’t be allowed to come with me. And I’m not leaving her behind.”

ChapterEight

SPENCER

The edge of the lake showed up ahead. Finn took the first exit and parked the car on the narrow road running between the trees.

We made our way to the lakeshore, listening to the rustle of leaves and a few chirping birds.

“Nice,” I said, taking a deep breath of the fresh spring air.

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