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to see me, and we kind of—you know.”
    “Oh, my God, Jules, you didn’t?”
    I shake my head. “We didn’t do it, if that’s what you’re thinking—but we—well, you know.
    Stuff happened.”
    Dani’s smiling back at me, and I’m so relieved she didn’t get all Margo-coven-cop on me.
    “Stuff?”
    “Yeah, you know—‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to look him in the eye today’ kind of stuff.
    Seriously, I don’t know if I can. My stomach is in knots waiting to see him. We can’t go public yet—you know with all the stupid rules—but the important part is he wants to.”
    Dani tugs on my sleeve and points at the bathroom. We open the door and she bends down to look under the stalls. “Just one,” she whispers. Cloak? she mouths.
    I nod and whisper the cloaking spell just in case it’s someone really obnoxious we don’t feel like dealing with.
    The toilet flushes and we watch some freshman pick food out of her teeth instead of washing her hands. Dani wrinkles her nose, and sticks out her tongue.
    When the girl leaves, I twirl my finger in a spiral. “Why can’t the teachers monitor the damn bathrooms—I can’t stand breathing this in! Vanish,” I say, pointing toward a sink. The cigarette smoke hanging in the air pulls together into a funnel cloud and disappears down the drain. I smile in the mirror and check my teeth.
    “I’m in love with Evan,” Dani blurts out.
    “What?” I ask, trying to sound surprised.
    “I know, I know—keep away from boys, especially non-coven boys—but I like him so much, and every time I’m with him I practically pass out. And yesterday he asked me for my cell number—and I gave it to him.”
    “Hey, Helena can’t come down on you for just giving a guy your number—especially if you’re just getting together to study.”
    Dani giggles and blushes. “Oh, he can study me anytime he wants.” She looks in the mirror and then reaches into her purse for some face powder. “Actually,” she says, dusting her nose,
    “between the hunt and me staring at my phone hoping he’d call last night, I should probably cut my first class and do some real studying.”
    “And they say romance is dead.”
    “Seriously, my mom will kill me if I bomb this test.” She lifts her bangs and swipes the brush across her forehead, and then breaks out in a huge smile. “Oh, God, who am I kidding? I don’t even care anymore. All I can think about is what am I gonna to do if he calls?”
    “Not if—when!”
    Dani gives me a sly look. “We should run away—leave the stupid coven and the stupid rules behind. We can hang out with our taboo boyfriends by day and be hunters by night.”
    “Who says we’d keeping hunting?” I ask.
    “Could you live with yourself knowing there were vamps and such running around?”
    I shake my head. “I guess not, but have you thought about what Evan would think if he knew your after-school job involves killing monsters instead of flipping burgers?”
    Dani slings her backpack over one shoulder and looks me in the eye. “As a matter of fact, I have. In my fantasy world, Evan is very supportive and always has doughnuts waiting for an after-kill treat. He lovingly sharpens my stakes, and rolls binders for me. I also imagine him coming up with some cool techno ways to track the bad guys—when we’re not practicing martial arts together, that is.”
    We both laugh. “In mine, Connor just tells his mother to shove it and we move to Canada, where there aren’t so many nightmares.”
    “Actually, there’s that nasty black arts coven in Montreal—not to mention more than a few werewolf packs up north,” Dani says. “There’s that inbred group in Alberta, and the one in northern Manitoba that’s always ripping apart the newest alpha male during the full moon. Oh, and—”
    “I know! I know! I can fantasize about a werewolf-free Canada, can’t I?”
    Dani sighs. “I guess if I can imagine Evan buying me doughnuts, you can have a