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for me, thanks,” Gray said
quickly.
    Hannah shrugged and turned toward the
bartender. “ Una pinta de la
cerveza —Guinness.”
    A young man turned on his stool at the
counter to look at Hannah. “Are you British?”
    Hannah squared her shoulders, but the guy was
still taller than her on his stool.
    “Who’s asking?”
    “I’m visiting from Manchester.”
    Hannah plopped an arm on the counter. “I’m
from Sheffield. How long are you in Barcelona?”
    “I haven’t decided yet. What about you?”
    Hannah rolled her eyes. “All summer.” The
bartender handed her a pint of Guinness.
    “Cheers,” Hannah’s countryman said, holding
up a pint of something lighter.
    Hannah grinned and lifted her pint. Gray
leaned into her. “Hannah, I’m going to look for Carlo.”
    “I’ll see you on the dance floor.”
    The volume from the music increased the
closer Gray got to the speakers. The room was already jam-packed
with people jumping and dancing to indie rock. She skirted the
brick-covered walls searching for Carlo. Even Will and Marco had
disappeared somewhere in the crowd.
    The overhead lights switched to strobe. Gray
leaned against a brick column and shut her eyes. Strobe lights
always bothered her. They made her feel as though her own eyes were
flashing. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision, but that only
made it worse.
    Better to come back at the end of the song.
Gray turned back to the bar. A girl rammed into Gray then glared at
her as though she were the one at fault for not moving out of her
way.
    More people were pouring into the bar through
the set of glass double doors leading into the low ceilinged club.
Gray weaved her way around the black tables, past metal chairs. She
scanned faces, but they were all foreign in more ways than one.
    Hannah and her Englishman were no longer at
the bar.
    The band ended their song and started a new
one. The lights from above bathed the band and their instruments in
multicolored light. Gray made her way along the wall, stopped
suddenly, and smiled. She’d seen Carlo’s face in a brief flash of
blue. She stood on her tiptoes and looked into the crowd. In the
next glimpse, Carlo was dancing with a girl in a slinky red
dress.
    No reason to panic. It wasn’t as if Carlo
couldn’t dance with other girls. And the way he pressed his body
against hers was just a European thing. Right?
    Gray made her way through the crowd, barely
avoiding bumps and jabs as she pushed through. Once Carlo saw Gray
he would wave her over and move away from the other woman.
    Gray watched his hands slide down the woman’s
body. She kept expecting him to see her, but he was too focused on
his dance partner. Gray recognized the look in his eyes. The one
that said “There is no woman on this earth I’d rather be with than
you.” Her heart dropped. As Gray opened her mouth to shout his
name, Carlo took the woman’s head in his hands and kissed her.
    Gray stopped. The woman had tilted her head
and closed her eyes. Carlo’s lips moved slowly as though relishing
a juicy piece of ripe fruit . . . or an olive.
    The bodies around Gray turned to shells,
numbed by alcohol and careless motion.
    The she-devil in the red dress pressed her
lips all over Carlo and ground her body against him.
    Gray’s fingers twitched and she lifted them,
tempted for the briefest moment to snap the harlot’s dress right
off her body.
    Even if magic were an option, Gray knew
better than to use her powers for such petty revenge.
    An electric guitar screeched, drowning out
the lead singer’s vocals. Someone stepped on her foot. Gray felt
like screaming. And why not? It’s not as though anyone would hear
her.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    When Gray called her mom, it went straight to voice
mail. And thank goodness it did. She felt ridiculous crying over a
boy she’d only known for two weeks. She was tougher than that.
    Hannah pounded on Gray’s door. Gray had
managed to avoid her friends for several days. She had bypassed