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you know how crazy this sounds?” I asked.
    “ Says the vampire.”
    “ Fine,” I said, taking another sip of wine. “Tell me about the book on Wicca.”
    “ Millie gave it to me.”
    “ The old lady?”
    “ The young lady. Yes, her.”
    “ And she gave it to you why?” I asked.
    “ Because, Samantha Moon, you’re not the only freaky one in our little duo. I’m a witch, you see.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    “ A witch?” I said.
    “ That’s right. I said witch.”
    “ Since when?”
    “ Since forever, Sammie. It looks like I’ve been one throughout the ages. And since you and I have been sister soul mates, so to speak, I suspect you were one, too. Along with Millie.”
    “ Trust me, I’m no witch.”
    “ Well, not now, silly. You can’t be both a witch and a vam—”
    “ Shh,” I said. Allison always had a bad habit of talking louder and louder, especially when the booze was flowing. “Maybe we should keep our voices down, huh?”
    “ Oops, sorry. I’m just, you know, super excited.”
    But her excitement was short-lived. A moment later, she turned her head and buried her hands in her face and I was left staring at her in confusion.
    That is, until I saw the image of a thirty-something man in a schoolroom...and then the image of that same young man lying dead from multiple wounds over his face and neck. All of this, I knew, was from the perspective of Allison.
    Something very bad had happened to her—and something worse had happened to the man lying dead at her feet. What exactly had happened, I didn’t know.
    But first things first. I rushed around the table and knelt next to her and hugged her tight and as I did so, she wept silently into my shoulder.
    * * *
    A few minutes later, after the waitress had asked if everything was okay and all eyes were on us, I stepped away from Allison and went back to my seat.
    I didn’t care that all eyes were on us. I cared about my friend and that something very bad had happened to her, and as we looked at each other across the table, as our wine glasses sat forgotten and the water glasses collected condensation, I saw all that she had been dealing with this past week...and, in particular, what had happened just the night before.
    When she was done, and I had seen further and deeper into her than I had ever seen before, I reached across the table and took her hands and told her over and over again that it was not her fault.
    A man, after all, was dead because of her newfound skills.
    Skills that were, to say the least, jaw-droppingly powerful.
    “ You see, Sam,” she said, speaking for the first time in many minutes, “I’m a freak like you, after all.”
    “ Maybe freakier.”
    She laughed lightly. “I doubt that.”
    “It wasn’t your fault, Allie. He tried to kill you.”
    She broke our contact and reached for her wine glass, but didn’t pick it up.
    “And you should have called me,” I said.
    “ I know. I just...I just didn’t think things would get so out of hand.”
    “ He was a child killer...and desperate. Anything could have happened. You got lucky.” And, I added telepathically, you’re not immortal. He could have killed you.
    Allison nodded again and wiped her eyes and finally did lift her glass of wine. When she set it down again, it was quite empty.
    We talked more about her newfound skills, about Millie and about Peter Laurie. We talked about his little girl and her art work.
    “ I promised I would help find good homes for his daughter’s artwork.”
    “ I would be honored,” I said. “Put me in for two.”
    Allison laughed, and we shared a quiet moment, holding hands again across the table. The waitress soon brought Allison’s dinner, which looked heavenly. It was also, I noted, vegetarian.
    “Since when did you become an herbivore?” I asked.
    “ Since discovering that abstaining from meat helps me tune into Mother Earth.”
    “ Mother Earth?” I said.
    “ Yes, Wicca is an earth-based religion that draws