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I looked between my parents but they were both giving me that look. The one that said I’d better tell them or else. Sure, I was old enough to blow that off, but I didn’t want to. I sat in the chair at the end of the table. “I’ve been having nightmares the past two nights and they’re sticking with me.”

“You’ve had nightmares before.”

“Not like this.”

Dad sat down in between Mom and me. “You know, dreams are usually driven by our fears and—”

“Unless they’re visions of the future.”

“And do you think that’s what it is?” Mom leaned into Dad as she talked. They were always doing that. Supporting each other. I guessed that was why I felt okay jumping in with Dastien. I was lucky to have a good model of a healthy relationship.

“No. I don’t think so. They’re nightmares. At least some of them are. Others…I don’t know. They might be visions.” I thought about the battle on the St. Ailbe’s quad. Even if I didn’t want those to be visions, I thought they might be. “But there are ones with Dastien and it’s not good.”

Dad laughed.

That wasn’t the reaction that I was looking for. “Glad my nightmares amuse you.”

“I’m sorry.” He sobered a little but the smile was still there. “There was a little while when your mom and I were long distance, and she used to have the worst dreams. She’d call me ranting in Spanish. It was completely nuts.”

Mom slapped his shoulder. “It wasn’t nuts. They were nightmares and they felt real.” She shook her head. “But your dad is right. My fears were consuming me, and my biggest one was that something would happen to take your father away from me. From cheating to death. I dreamed it all.”

Dastien cheating would definitely be a relationship killer. “That’s exactly it.” God. It felt so good to be normal.

“Don’t worry. Dastien is committed to you. It’s just because you’re apart and you’re an emotional person. Don’t give it a second thought.”

For the first time since I woke up, I finally felt better. This was totally fine. My fears were taking me for a ride at night, but I just had to tell them to shut the hell up, and all would be good.

My parents got up, and I stood.

The floor came up to meet me. Or more accurately, I met it.

“Whoa.” Dad crouched beside me. “Are you okay?”

I sat up and shook my head. “God. What is wrong with me? That’s the second time I’ve tripped. And I threw up last night and dropped a plate. What is up with me?”

“You didn’t trip. You fainted,” Dad said.

“Is it your wolf?” Mom asked. “Do you need to shift?”

“No. I should be okay. It takes weeks for that to happen.” I paused to think.

Something changed two days ago. I’d been feeling weak ever since. What had changed?

I’d gone to Rosa’s. Learned some things.

And Luciana had been in my room.

There were times that coincidences were simply that. But for me lately, nothing was a coincidence.

Luciana had spelled me. Or cursed me. Or had done something else invasive and unforgivable.

I had to fix this. Now. It was time I dug around in her place.

“Mom. Dad. Thanks so much for coming,” I said as I stood again and managed to stay on my feet. “But I think it’s best if you go now.” The both started protesting as I hustled them out the door. “I’m serious. Things are about to get ugly here, and I think you should go. It’s safest.”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. It seems like someone around here has forgotten that I’m an alpha. I’m a bruja. And I’ve been bullied too much in my life to take it anymore.”

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