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it’s comforting to know I could be even dumber.”
    Stone gave a short little bark of a laugh. “Nobody could ever call you dumb, kid. I saw you notice the other girls’ reaction when I said Danny might have blocked the Belmage from doing other things, too.”
    â€œBut I don’t know what it means,” said Pat.
    â€œMaybe nothing,” said Stone. “But you noticed. Now you’ll hold that in the back of your mind, and maybe something will happen to explain it. Or maybe it won’t, because maybe it was nothing.”
    Pat didn’t think it was nothing, but he was right. Just wait and things will get clearer. Or they won’t.
    â€œMeanwhile, Pat, practice your magery,” said Stone. “Get it under very good control. Weaponize it.”
    â€œWhy?” said Pat. “I don’t want to hurt anybody.”
    â€œWhen somebody’s trying to destroy a person you love, even pacifists find themselves wishing they had a gun.” Stone chuckled again. “Or a rocket launcher.”
    He seemed to be referring to something, but Pat didn’t know what. She’d Google “rocket launcher” later. But it probably didn’t matter—if it did, Stone would have explained it.
    She touched her amulet and found herself back in the clearing. The others were already gone, though she could hear Wheeler and Hal talking loudly, well down the slope.
    Pat sat down in her usual place. She hadn’t really thought about having a “usual place” before, but yes, they all did. Like first grade, everybody in an assigned seat. Only it wasn’t assigned.
    How did I choose this place? It isn’t particularly comfortable. But I wasn’t the last to sit down, this isn’t “last pick.”
    Danny sits there. So I wasn’t trying to get as close to him as possible. But I’m also not directly across from him.
    I sit where I can always see him, but he isn’t looking right at me all the time. Off to the side. Just the tiniest bit outside the circle.
    She heard footsteps.
    She knew it was Danny before she looked. Because he knew they were here, and he’d have to know why. He or the Belmage. And waiting to get one of them alone made sense. Especially her. If the Belmage knew what she was to Danny.
    If she was right and it was the Belmage. Maybe Danny just started acting like a jerk to make her fall out of love with him. Maybe he got Nicki pregnant because he liked her better.
    He came up behind her and started playing with her hair. She couldn’t help feeling a kind of thrill at his touch.
    Then he knelt beside her and put one hand on her shoulder and slid the other hand down into her blouse.
    She threw herself away from him, off to the side. “What are you doing!” she said.
    â€œYou liked it well enough the other night,” said Danny.
    â€œThe other night, you didn’t just grab me like you had a right,” said Pat. “Or have you forgotten everything we talked about?”
    â€œWhat I remember,” said Danny, “was that we finally stopped talking.” And he gave this little shit-eating grin that he only ever wore when he had just brought off a prank.
    Only it wasn’t Danny who was fooling somebody, it was the Belmage. He’s feeling smug and clever, and so Danny’s face shows it, but the Belmage doesn’t even realize that it’s a giveaway to somebody who really knows him, who has spent weeks and weeks studying everything he says and does.
    The Belmage wasn’t inside him that night, thought Pat. He doesn’t know what we talked about. Is that because Danny didn’t even remember it, the conversation was so unimportant? Or is it because the Belmage only has access to Danny’s physical memories? He can remember Danny and Pat going at it, but not the conversation leading up to it.
    â€œDanny,” said Pat—knowing that she was talking to the Belmage, but hoping to