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eyes. I know; not exactly the best plan.
    I waited for the ball to strike and waited. Then I waited some more.
    I opened my eyes expecting to be blasted, and saw Kirsten thrown back several feet across the room. At first, I thought she’d been hit by her own lightening ball, but then I saw a dark figure fly toward her.
    The blur looked familiar. With his night-black hair, and neat, muscular frame, I recognized Daniel instantly. As he performed a leaping sidekick that would have garnered him an Olympic long jump record, my heart skipped a beat. I know. Kirsten had just injured Tim, perhaps mortally, before trying to kill me, so this wasn’t the time for lusty moments. But, just seeing Daniel in the heat of battle made my temperature rise.
    Kirsten staggered to her feet, and threw a lightening ball at Daniel, following it up almost instantly with two more. Daniel ran up the wall and ended in a back flip. He back flipped three more times and Kirsten’s lightening balls bounced off the wall, but didn’t die. Instead they continued to chase Daniel, while she added more lightening balls.
    While they had fun with their death match, I took the opportunity to check on Tim.
    I couldn’t tell if his was breathing, but the fact that his chest no longer rose didn’t bode well. He did have a pulse, albeit faint. I willed his heart to keep beating, and was about to give him mouth to mouth, when I felt my tattoo snaking down my arm. It had that blue tinge that told me I had unwittingly chandelled a magical spell again. This time my tattoo moved across Tim’s skin, snaking over his face.
    Nothing happened and I wondered if it was too late, but then Tim gasped, taking in a deep breath. He panted, gasping for more air, trying to fill his oxygen-starved lungs. He took in too many breaths and started to hyperventilate. I willed him to calm down, to take deep, slow breaths, and my tattoo on his face shone blue.
    Slowly his breathing calmed and his mouth relaxed.
    “Oh, thank goodness! He’s alive,” Kirsten said, dropping to my side, as if she hadn’t just tried to turn him into a set of human Christmas lights.
    A huge gash across her arm told me Daniel had given her something to think about. She also had a red mark across her face that looked suspiciously like a slap from the sword.
    “Hey, back off,” I said, holding my hand out in front of me.
    “I’m not going to hurt him.”
    “You could have fooled me, what with the lightening bolts,” I pointed out.
    “I didn’t . . . did I do that?”
    “Yeah. Kinda.”
    “But, I don’t remember doing that.” Her brows knitted. “I don’t even remember driving to school today.”
    Likely story. Though she did look disorientated and confused, not to mention wide-eyed and afraid.
    “What’s the last thing you remember?” Daniel said, joining the conversation.
    “I remember walking home from school yesterday and . . . that’s it. I don’t remember anything else. God! What’s happening to me?”
    “You’ve obviously got some kind of amnesia,” Daniel said.
    I was more worried about her tendency to go into a psychotic rage than her memory problems.
    “I believe you’ve come under attack from an Ink Sorcerer,” Margot Peterson, Daniel’s guardian, joined the group. I hadn’t seen her arrive. She didn’t look at Kirsten when she spoke.
    She looked at me.
    I quickly withdrew my hand from Tim’s neck, and the blue tattoo disappeared from his face, but not before she saw it.
    She stared daggers at me and if looks could kill, I’d be not merely dead, but mummified.
    “An Ink Sorcerer? I thought the last one was killed a decade ago,” Daniel said.
    Margot continued to stare straight at me. So single-minded was she in her interest, Daniel couldn’t fail to notice. He frowned, looking back and forth between us.
    “Markus Bint did die ten years ago,” Margot finally answered.
    “So, what are you saying? There’s a new Ink Sorcerer on the loose?” Daniel