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mean I didn’t like to be surprised. So I didn’t ESP-peek.
    When I pulled out a gold chain with a small key, I wondered if it had some meaning. I hid my uneasiness with an “Ooh!” of delight. But inside I was freaking. A key? Like to his house? Was that like an invitation to spend some serious alone time in his bedroom? I wasn’t ready to move that far that fast, especially since just a while ago I’d considered breaking up with him.
    “Does this mean I won a new car?” I joked.
    “You wish. Your prize is both smaller and bigger.”
    “Ah, a puzzle. What’s smaller and bigger at the same time?” I shrugged. “I give up. What?”
    Josh smiled mysteriously, then snapped his fingers with a magician’s flourish. He gestured to himself, then pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “My heart.”
    Romantic. Corny. So perfectly Josh.
    When he fastened the chain around my neck, my skin tingled from his touch and sweet feelings warmed me. A thrill ran through me, and I enjoyed Josh’s warm touch. His fingers lightly pushed some loose hair from my face and I had no problem leaning against him. We fit nicely together, and I didn’t pull back.
    Was I feeling passion for Josh? I wondered. Maybe I really did love him.
    I wanted to believe this. We melted into a very hot kiss right there in the school hall, not caring if anyone saw. My hands circled his broad shoulders, and I relaxed into our kiss. When thoughts of Dominic skirted the edges of my mind, I pushed them away.
    I will make this work, I vowed. Josh is wonderful and we can be great together. I promised my love to him, and I’m sticking to my word. Nothing will change my mind. Not anyone else … especially Dominic.
    As if my tiny key unlocked Pandora’s Box, a whirlwind of dangerous things flew into the air, leaving me holding tight to precious hope.

Trick or Treats, a seemingly ordinary candy shop, was swathed in darkness except for a dim, yellow porch light, and appeared closed for the night.
    The store bordered the edge of Sheridan Valley and attracted kids from nearby schools who craved sweets and carbs. But it also catered to a less obvious, more subtle clientele, and only those in the know were invited into the private back rooms.
    A few months ago, Thorn introduced me to Velvet, and I’d been invited into the back room of the candy shop. I’d been amazed to find everything mystical for sale. I loved all the crystals and candles and books on magic. I’d gone back several times, but only recently discovered Trick or Treats held even more secrets.
    What does a girl wear to a séance? I wondered as I looked in my closet at clothes that were all wrong.
    Maybe I should borrow something dark and wicked from Thorn. I hadn’t had a chance to talk with her at school since we hung out with different groups, but I’d seen her across the quad with her Goth friends (one girl was wearing—if you can believe this—pink leotards and fairy wings).
    Thorn and I shared an odd friendship. We didn’t talk much, seldom hung out together, yet we completely respected each other. We had only one thing in common—being psychic. Thorn also had a talent for finding great clothes at thrift stores. She’d mix-and-match odd accessories like chains, dog collars, barbed wire, and jewelry shaped into skulls or snakes. She’d have advice on appropriate séance fashion. But if I told Thorn about the séance, I’d break the oath of secrecy I’d given to Nona. Only participants were in the know.
    Ultimately, I combined a turquoise flared skirt and white peasant blouse. I added a pair of laced black boots and dangling dreamcatcher earrings. Feeling a little mysterious, I climbed into the passenger seat of Nona’s car.
    On the way, she told me stories of past séances, where she’d witnessed grieving people briefly reunited with lost loved ones. Mostly it was joyous and healing, smiles mingling with tears.
    “But sometimes it was downright funny,” Nona added. “My friend