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too many people, and too many fluffy skirts blocking the view. He saw Hunter was also looking for her and having no luck. Shane frowned and sent his gaze flickering over the room one last time.
    “Hellooo? You’re white-boy dancing is embarrassing me, Hunter,” Nev teased as Hunter failed to move to the music.
    “Right. Sorry,” he muttered. Shane sent him an impish grin. He was perfectly capable of handling the attack he was under at the moment. Hunter grinned down at Nevaeh. “Okay girl,” he drawled. “Try to keep up.”
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    Ari could hear music wafting through the halls and was almost grateful for the concussion that kept her in the infirmary. It was a better excuse than any she could come up with for not going. She had given up opening her eyes quite some time ago and now lay still trying not to think, forcing herself to listen for any threats. Her grandfather would be disappointed in her for letting her guard down like this. He’d zap her with that spell that looked kind of like a curlicue hanging in the air and stung like crazy. She had several tiny scars from that one. She had looked through all the books a long time ago and it hadn’t been in any of them, leading her to believe he had made it up. That was something only powerful sorcerers could do.
    She knew he made up lots of spells, spells that she had tried so hard to copy and perfect when she was tiny, trying to make him proud. Before she had turned twelve she had mastered his pretty curlicue spell, except hers left large scars and caused lots of screaming. This led her to the realization that she could make up her own spells, and hers were much more powerful.
    Powerful meant more painful, and much deadlier.
    No! No more thinking! She jerked her mind shut… and heard an annoyed sigh.
    Her eyes flew open, shooting sparks of pain through her head, to focus on some sort of impatient angel sitting on the bed next to hers. Since school hadn’t even started yet, Ari had the infirmary to herself. Apparently most kids waited until they had been in the place at least twenty-four hours before getting injured.
    “I figured you were awake. I was getting tired of sitting here,” the angel said, large luminous silver eyes studying Ari. Ari raised her good arm and rubbed at the pain in her forehead. “How are you feeling?” the angel asked, a frown crossing her pale, beautiful face.
    Ari found her voice. “Do I know you?”
    “No,” the angel said. Ari pursed her lips in annoyance, waiting. “I helped rescue you,” the angel finally continued.
    “Huh?” Ari asked.
    “From the ladder? When you fell?” For some inexplicable reason, the angel was talking carefully, as if she was having a conversation with someone of less than average intelligence.
    “Oh. Uh… thanks.”
    Her comment brought a sudden grin from the angel, whose hair was so blonde it was white. “I’m Charity Delyle.”
    “Delyle…” Ari tried to figure out why that name sounded familiar. Distracted, she noticed that the way Charity’s hair was pulled up and fell around her face did sort of look like a halo but wasn’t, leading her to suspect that Charity wasn’t an angel at all. Probably just a girl going to the dance.
    “My cousin brought you in,” Charity supplied when Ari took too long to respond.
    Ari massaged the bridge of her nose.
    “We were worried about you. So I came down here to see how you’re doing,” she continued, but something in her voice was just a little too sweet.
    Ari’s dark brown eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You snuck out of the dance and past the school nurse to sit on an empty cot and stare at me for ten minutes just to see if I was okay?” She didn’t know what kind of threat she was expecting — Blue flames shooting from the girl’s hands or venom spouting from her lips.
    “No, of course not.” Charity sighed, smoothing silky blonde waves away from her face.
    Given the fact that she was pretty and the fact that there were no blue Carules