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Cheney took me back to Gram’s to get my things. I collected my stuff and he tracked down Stewie, and we were on the road by dawn.

“Where are we going?”

“Go back to your house.”

“How is that any safer than being here?”

“It’s safe until they find us.” He adjusted his seat back. “I haven’t made other arrangements yet. I’m still hoping my father will come through.”

“Does your father know about all of this?”

Cheney looked out the window. “This is such an inefficient way to travel.”

I didn’t reply. He didn’t seem to want to talk anymore and that was fine with me. I had plenty to think about. They kept saying I had to awaken my power, but I didn’t know what that meant or if I wanted any more power than I already had. After the past two days I was about ready to wash my hands of this whole witchcraft thing. It was more than I bargained for.

From what Gram was saying to Cheney, it was pretty clear he was going out on a limb being here with me. Guilt at the way I’d treated him seeped in. I had actually been acting like a princess. Entitled and spoiled. That wasn’t who I was.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I blurted, “Thank you for helping me.”

Cheney glanced over at me, his eyes crinkling along the edges.

My cheeks warmed, and I cursed myself for saying anything at all. “I figured I should say it now, given how often you make me mad. This might be the only time I’m willing to express gratitude,” I grumbled.

“You’re welcome.” His voice was soft and he looked like he wanted to say more, but he turned his head and stared out of the window again.

I focused on the road. Part of me wanted to know what I was like before, and part of me was scared to hear about it. What if I couldn’t live up to who I was? I battled in my head about whether or not to ask him. Whoever I was then, she was enough to get him to drop everything to help me now. How could I be anything but a disappointment now? I laughed at the irony. I was scared to disappoint the person who terrified me by just looking at him.

“What?” Cheney asked.

“Nothing. I was just thinking.”

“Tell me about your life, Selene. Or do you prefer Lene?”

“Selene. Lene was my nickname when I was a kid. It doesn’t evoke happy memories. Gram has always called me that though, so she’s grandfathered in on the ‘no calling me Lene’ clause.”

“Does your grandmother know how you feel?”

“No. I mean, I had a good childhood. I was popular and well liked, but—” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. Something was missing. Lene was the submissive people pleaser.” Why was I telling him this?

“And who is Selene?”

I shrugged and fiddled with the vents on the dashboard while keeping my eyes on the road and my other hand on the steering wheel.

“It couldn’t have been easy. Being a half of something puts you in a difficult position.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you aren’t really either race so it would be difficult to be fully accepted. “

“I never noticed, but I didn’t know I was half anything. People accepted me. Did the elves not?”

“There’s a prejudice against half-elves.” He glanced in my direction. “But not everyone feels like that.”

My laugh was bitter. The idea of people dismissing me for what I was rather than who I was rubbed me the wrong way.

“We aren’t perfect,” he said as if reading my thoughts. “Elves tend to believe they are superior to all other races, but that doesn’t mean it’s true. You tend to let what other people think of you get in your head, but you shouldn’t. You’ve made a good life for yourself—a full life. You have a coven, friends, family, your students—”

The truth of his words rang in my ears but didn’t smother doubt about whether or not I was making the right decision in helping him. “You’re right, I do.”

Cheney’s laughter filled my car. “First you thank me. Now I’m right? Don’t apologize, or I might fall over dead. I might like your human half better.”

I smiled despite myself. The heat in his gaze made my lungs constrict, so I continued to focus on the road. “It was insightful, that’s all.”

“I’ve had a long time to think about it.”

“Am I like I was then?”

“Part yes, part no. You seem a lot more at peace with the world now than you used to be. I don’t see quite as much of the rebel in you these days.”

“If I awaken my power, what will happen? Will I remember everything? Will I change?”

“I don’t know exactly. I’ve never paid much attention to changelings. It’s possible it could all come back to you with the spell—that’s what I am hoping for. Or you may remember things in pieces as your mind processes. Memories can only be suppressed for so long, especially if there are triggers.”

“But will it change me?”

“Everything we do changes us.”

I sighed, hating the political answer. How could I trust anything he said when he just wanted to use my power too? “I’m not sure if I want any of this.”

Cheney didn’t respond, and I didn’t try to keep the conversation going. Instead I thought about what I had learned. The last couple days drifted through my mind.

Oh crap,Michael
.

I was so preoccupied that I’d forgotten all about him—never even called. He probably hated me and would call off the engagement. I ignored the hopeful trickle at the thought. I dug my phone out of my pocket. I had missed calls from him and from the girls. I called Michael back first since he was the one I had promised to call.

“Hello.”

“It’s Selene. I’m so sorry I missed your call last night. Things just . . . came up.”

Cheney scoffed in the next seat, and I gave him a threatening look.

“I figured you were probably tired after being at the hospital all day. How’s your grandmother?”

Cheney looked at me as if he was going to steal the phone again.

I leaned toward my door. “She’s doing much better.”

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Uh yeah, I’m coming home.”

“Great! Can I see you tonight? We can have dinner.”

Cheney flushed and turned toward the window, his knuckles on his clenched hands turning white.

 “Uh, no. I don’t think I can make it. I’m exhausted and I need to work some. Rain check?

 “Absolutely. I missed you.”

Cheney’s head swiveled back to me, his eyes drilling holes into me. Could he hear Michael?

My cheeks warmed. The words “I miss you, too” caught on my tongue and wouldn’t come out. “I’m sorry, I really have to go. Traffic is picking up. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

“Oh . . . Well, talk to you later.”

I ended the call, face still burning. “What’s your problem? I think we need to set some ground rules if this is going to work. You can’t flip out every time I talk to my fiancé.”

“What is
my
problem? What is
your
problem?”

“I don’t have a problem. I forgot to call him back until now. It wasn’t like you were talking to me, and it wasn’t fair to make him worry. Where do you get off looking at me like that?”

“Nowhere, of course. Why should I be allowed to have feelings about anything, princess? We all know the whole entire universe revolves around you and your perfect little idea of how the world should be.”

“Revolves around me?” Both my hand flew up and my foot pressed down on the accelerator, but I didn’t notice. I was furious. “Oh, that’s rich. This is as much about you as it is about me, Cheney.”

He lunged toward me, and I threw myself back so hard I hit my head on the window. I waited for the attack, but it never came. He was steering the car, weaving in and out of traffic as our speed continued to increase. “Do you mind taking your foot off the accelerator?” he asked curtly.

I eased my foot back, rubbing my head where I bashed it against the window. A bump was already surfacing. Cheney directed the car toward a rest stop, and I continued to decrease the speed. By the time we were on the exit, I took over steering again. I pulled into a parking spot and jumped out the car, my entire body shaking. I paced a bit, trying to shake out some of the nerves. Cheney grabbed me by the shoulders, lifting me until my toes barely skimmed the ground.

“What do you mean this is as much about me as it is about you?”

“I don’t know. I just said it. It popped into my head and came out the next instant.”

His eyes searched mine, then he sat me back on the ground. A couple deeps breaths later he asked, “Did you hit your head?”

I pointed to the spot.

“Hold still.” His hand wove through my hair and cupped over the lump. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body. “I won’t hurt you, Selene. How many times do I have to tell you that?” He tilted my face toward him, his other hand on the back of my neck. Nearly all the green in his eyes had gone metallic gold again.

 There was something wild and familiar in his expression that made me feel like he was going to swallow me whole. I wanted to run away, but he held me in place.

“Damn it, Selene.” His voice was barely a whisper. His head lowered, inching toward mine. I was powerless to stop him—I wasn’t sure I wanted to. He abruptly let go of me and stalked away from the car, leaving me dumbfounded in the parking lot.

My heart thumped and my thoughts rushed at a dizzying pace. I didn’t know what to do. Should I wait for him to come back? Would he even come back? Why on earth did he just completely blow up? And what had I been thinking? I almost killed us out there. I had known him three days and I had at least as many meltdowns. I was beginning to think it wasn’t my human or elf half that was emotional. It was any part of me that was around Cheney that had a tendency to overreact.

If I left him, he’d probably be angrier, so I waited. I sat on the park table closest to the woods, crossed my legs, and placed my thumb and forefinger together, resting my hands on my knees. I pushed all of the craziness of the last few days out of my mind with each deep breath I took. I listened to the bugs chirp and steady white noise of the highway and the occasional bird. I focused only on these things until I found my center and the tension eased from my body. When I felt more like myself again, I opened my eyes. Cheney sat at the table where I was perched, staring at me. Neither of us said anything or broke eye contact.

“Are you ready to go?” Cheney asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” I replied just as quietly.

“I’m driving,” he said.

I handed him my keys without arguing. Cheney adjusted my seat to better fit him, and I relaxed into the passenger seat, closing my eyes. Weariness finally caught up with me.

 

 

 

The shower did wonders for snapping me back to life. I didn’t remember getting home or going to bed, so I could only assume Cheney had carried me into the house and settled me in, but I felt rested and more in control. The sun was setting when I came out of the bathroom, and I could hear the gentle hum of the television in my living room. Cheney was lying on my couch watching TV. He looked incredibly normal, like there was no other place in the world he should be.

“Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He shrugged. “You seemed tired.” An empty plate and glass of water sat on the end table.

“I see you made yourself at home.”

Cheney looked toward me with an amused expression. “Does that bother you?”

“I guess not.”

“Good.” His tone clearly said it wouldn’t have mattered if I did have objections.

“What are you watching?”

“Something that claims to be reality. Humans are strange, emotional, violent creatures, are they not?”

I laughed. “Sometimes. Other times we show an amazing amount of love and trust and care for one another.” I picked up the remote and turned off the television. MTV was not the best way to learn about humans. “Haven’t you met humans before?”

“Very few. Many half-breeds, but other than that our two worlds don’t mix as often as you’d think.”

“You mean the Abyss?”

He nodded. “Right now we’re in your world, the human realm. It’s parallel to a magical realm called the Abyss. Most of the time we live our lives and humans live theirs with no reason to interact with one another. Many, many years ago the barrier between two realms was not so heavy and dense. However, corruption and thirst for power grew within the human race. We all banded together, the only time in history when all the different species in the Abyss worked towards one singular outcome—to increase the barriers protecting us from the growing population of humans dead set on hunting us into extinction. Since then there has been little interaction on the part of the elves, faeries, and many other creatures. Some still work closely with humans, but always in secret. The council of representatives who formed the barriers only could agree on one law to govern all those who reside in the Abyss. Humans must never know of our existence.”

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