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gargoyle statue that expelled water from its mouth. The gargoyle statue had been crushed when Grey’s Corvette slammed into it… the day the sword and the stone fell out of nowhere. The day Alexa died. The day everything changed for us.
    I stared at the fountain. It didn’t surprise me that Sylvia hadn’t fixed it. I doubted she ever would.
    “It’s starting again, isn’t it?” Grey said.
    I pushed a button and the Land Rover’s engine switched off. “It never stopped, Grey.”
    Grey continued as if he hadn’t heard me. “The tremor today wasn’t a coincidence. It all goes back to Arthur’s sword.”
    “Did you think pulling the sword from the stone was the end? There’s a reason it showed up in the first place.”
    “Yes, and I know the reason,” Grey muttered as he flung open the door. He jumped down and turned to look at me. “It’s a joke, Ry. And the joke is on us. Someone with a nasty sense of humor dropped it in the middle of the world so they could watch us as we all tried to kill ourselves to get to it. The sad thing is—that’s exactly what we did.”
    Grey slammed the car door and headed into the manor. I watched him climb up the short steps to double front doors. The doors were a masterpiece. Wrought iron with an intricate leaf design on frosted glass. They were new. The old doors had burned down in a volley of fireballs. That day, I left the manor not knowing if I’d ever come back.
    On that day the sword and the stone first appeared in London and I learned about magic. I learned that Matt—the new boy at school I’d been crushing on—was a wizard. I also learned about gargoyles. They wanted to kill Grey and me because we were Candidates. Apparently, out of everyone in the world, only a few of us had the potential to actually pull the sword. Candidates also had the greatest potential, therefore, to die.
    The Wizard Council sent Matt and Vane out to recruit and train Candidates in hopes of improving their chances of survival; but more in the hopes that the victorious sword-bearer would align themselves with the wizards. The gargoyles had taken a different approach. To ensure their success, they decided to kill every Candidate who was not a gargoyle.
    Only it hadn’t been Grey or me whom they killed in their first attack. The image of a girl with impossibly bright eyes, a broad smile, and snarky wit hung in the thin veil that separates day from falling night. Alexa.
    The roar of another engine sounded as another black SUV pulled into the driveway. Its bright headlights pierced through the lingering bit of memory. I opened the driver’s side and jumped down from the Land Rover.
    I put my hand up to block the glare of headlights that shone into my eyes. The passenger side opened and a shadowy figure stepped down.
    My heart gave an uncomfortable leap. The amulet on my neck warmed against my will.
    Soft rays of fading daylight shone down on the wavy mane of brown hair making a russet halo around the head of a boy. He had a lean face, inky lashes, and eyes too old for someone I knew to be only eighteen.
    He still wore a black biker jacket. I remembered the sensation of my cheek against the back of that slick synthetic leather, and the sensation of flying as his Ducati took the open curves of the road.
    Matt . The amulet gave a silent sigh. My pulse raced so out of control I was afraid it would explode.
    Matt’s perfect mouth curved up in an uncertain smile. His burden-filled shoulders straightened. He took a step toward me and then another… until he stood just a few feet in front. The last declaration he’d made to me hung between us. The L. word. The one that had nothing to do with like.
    All I had to do was take a step back toward him.

 
    CHAPTER 3 - CROSSROADS

    CHAPTER 3
CROSSROADS
     
    “Ryan?” Matt started, paused, then, started again. “Is Sylvia inside? I need to speak with her.”
    I blinked. After all he’d put me through. After not seeing each other for two months