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Orion the first time, I’d been fighting with him. It was the only thing I was good at. She, on the other hand, was having a conversation and getting better answers than I ever managed. Now I was stuck watching her create a more meaningful bond with my guide than I would ever have.
    â€œWell, apparently the powers that be thought my curse had grown too easy. Either that or with time to think about it, they thought of an even more taxing punishment.” He cut the distance between himself and Leslie. “You see the gods love a good punishment. Turning someone into a star used to be a big deal, but now it’s all been there, done that. However, making me pay for what I said over and over again every year for all eternity was too good to pass up. I promised I would kill every living creature, so now I bring in winter and I do technically kill the earth every year, but then I have to watch each spring as it comes back to life.”
    â€œProving over and over again that you can’t beat them,” she said.
    â€œExactly.” He smiled at her and warning bells went off in my head. I didn’t like it. He was my spirit guide, not hers. He should have shared these things with me.
    â€œWell, that’s great and all, but we aren’t here to hear about you. It’s me we’re supposed to be talking about.” Shit . I regretted the words the moment they came out. I didn’t mean them. I couldn’t even say why I said them, other than because I wanted them to stop talking to each other like that. If it weren’t for social awkwardness, I would have no socialness at all.
    Immediately Orion’s hazel eyes fixed on me and understanding began to grow in them.
    â€œNot that we should be talking about me. I don’t want to talk about me. I hate talking about me.”
    â€œShe does,” Leslie pitched in and I nodded. “Absolutely hates it.”
    â€œWhat I meant was…” I swallowed trying to clear my thoughts. “I’m here to…” They both waited for me to finish, but I couldn’t. Why was I here? I couldn’t think of anything with them staring at me. “Find the spell to break my curse.”
    His full lips set into a straight line. “Finally . . .your real question at last, but I cannot tell you where it is.”
    I put a hand on my hip. “You can’t or you won’t?”
    He looked at Leslie. “Is she always this contrary?”
    â€œEh.” Leslie shrugged.
    â€œJust answer the question,” I snapped. “I can’t. I don’t know where she kept the spell, but even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you how to find it. How’s that for an answer?” he asked.
    I rubbed a hand hard over my forehead. I already hated today. “But I thought you’re supposed to guide me.”
    He nodded. “You want guidance. Close your eyes.” He put his hands on my shoulders and I frowned, trying to pull away. “Close. Your. Eyes.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fine.”
    â€œTell me what the room you’re standing in looks like.”
    â€œWhat?” I started to open my eyes, but he pressed his hand over them.
    â€œYou have been here for long enough, but you haven’t seen anything. You haven’t learned anything about her because you’re so closed off to the world around you. As you are, the spell would be useless. You’ll never break that curse.” The warmth of his hand left my face and weight lifted from my shoulder.
    I kept my eyes closed and concentrated. “It’s an old farmhouse that has been decorated like the evil queen’s castle. Big gothic furniture that is too big for the rooms is everywhere. Happy?” I asked.
    â€œWhat does the couch look like?”
    â€œIt’s covered.”
    â€œSo is the gothic furniture, but you picked that out.”
    I did. I could see the heavy black legs sticking out and the peaked lines. “It has