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blue light reflected from the side of the gold SUV. I gasped. I knew that
color code.
    I
didn’t know the rune. I took a pen from my back pocket and I copied the rune
down onto the skin on my forearm. I stood and walked towards the car, and I
wiped the remaining runelight on the SUV away with my fingers. My arms were
cold. Goose bumps covered my neck.
    The
woman shook her head after I lifted the rune and it was as if a fog cleared
from her eyes.
    “Where’s
my daughter? Sydney, where are you?”
    Joe
reached for the woman’s hand, “She’s fine. She’s right here on the other side
of your car.”
    He
helped support the woman and then walked behind the cars.
    I
just stood there, my bare feet on broken glass, trying hard not to panic.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    We
stayed there on the scene until it got dark. We watched as they towed the
broken cars and took Erica’s (or whatever the Witch’s name was) body away in an
ambulance that never bothered to turn on its lights. Sydney and her mother left
with a couple of people from emigration.
    As
we walked back to my car, I tried to make sense of it. The only clear thing was
that some Instinct had been watching me. Or maybe they were watching Joe. I
didn’t know. I didn’t have a chance to ask the woman before she died in front
of me.
    Because
some Rune compelled an innocent rube from outside Toronto on a two day journey
that ended two cars away from me, killing the Witch who was spying on us.
    It
couldn’t have been an accident, but how could someone plan for something like
that? It was too random of a coincidence.
    Honestly,
it made my head ache just thinking about it.
    I
took Joe home after all. He lived in this two bedroom white house with black
shutters, right on the corner of a busy street. There were mature trees in the
front yard, and a fresh-trimmed hedge along the side of the house separated the
house from the road. His mom’s white pickup parked in the driveway.
    He
looked over at me, gave me a half smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and then
left the car without a word.
    When
I got home, I turned on both televisions and all three radios in the house. The
blaring noise was comforting to me, made me feel like I wasn’t in that creaking
house all by myself. Before I went to bed, I ran my fingers over the protection
rune my mother left above the front door. It was the exact same blue color code
as was drawn on the side of that gold SUV.
    See,
every Witch has her own shade of runelight. It’s like their fingerprints, or
like a signature to mark their own work. The rune on the side of the SUV, was
the same color as my mom’s runelight.
    That
was too big of a coincidence not to notice.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    When
I woke up the next morning, the radio in my room was still playing. I clutched
my sister’s pink blanket close to my face and breathed in deep. There was still
a bit of her smell left in the blanket, even a half year later.
    “Morning.”
    I
startled and looked toward the unexpected voice. Joe sat with his back to me on
the end of my bed one of my paperbacks in his hands.
    Holy
crap. I threw my pillow at him, “Get out.”
    He
jumped off my bed and then turned, his hands up like he was playing dodge ball.
    “You
didn’t answer all my questions,” he said, taking in me wearing one of my dad’s
work tee shirts I wore as pajamas.
    I
threw my alarm clock at him, “Get out of my room.”
    The
alarm clock phased through Joe’s body and landed with a crash against my plush
carpet.
    Joe
raised one hand and fixed his hair so it stood straight up.
    “Whatever.”
He stood and walked through my closed door.
    I
put a hand on my heart to try to slow my heartbeat when Joe‘s head phased
halfway through my door.
    “You
got any food?” he asked with a smile.
    I
reached around in my bed trying to find something else to throw, but he ducked
out before I had the chance to lob something at his head.
    “Show
off,” I shouted after him. I sat in my bed for a minute, taking