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a robot I exit the water, completely nude, and pick up my clothes first, and then walk to where Lana’s lay in a pile on the ground. A quick glance proves nothing threatening at the border of nothingness, but I feel like the forest is full of everything, now. There is a hum of silence and I know something is there, watching me, stalking me. I scoop up Lana’s pile and run back into the water as quickly as I can manage. I feel the dark magic spiking in my system and it angers me that Lana is right. She is perfectly right.
    The walk back to the circle makes me less uneasy. My body is clean and I feel refreshed. My stomach is quite empty, but Lana assures me I will get used to it with time. When we break free of the forest and see the houses of the circle, I notice there is a large gathering of darklings in the center, where the fire was the night before.
    “What is going on?” I ask, hopeful she does not sense my panic. She grabs my hand and it feels warm and comfortable. She looks me over once and then again before she speaks.
    “He’s back, Emma. For the love of all that is human, keep your magic off. I know you don’t care, because that would mean that you feel something other than what you’re currently capable of, but if you enjoy my company at all, do this for me.” She raises her eyebrows in question. Her silver eyes pierce me. The thing, the pang I cannot control, lurches in my stomach. I know what it means. It means I almost feel something else. It is connected to the fact that I do want Lana to be safe from this male darkling. I am terrified what he will do to her because of me. I do not want someone else to pay for caring about my well-being.
    “I will do this for you,” I tell her. I smile. I decide I will use my dark magic against the male darkling if he tries to harm her.
    She pulls my muted hair into a ponytail and secures it in place with a strip of cloth. We walk slowly toward the darklings and the apprehension I sense has less to do with the unknown as it does for Lana’s safety. “You’re lucky you can’t feel anything,” Lana says as she surveys the circle from our distance.
    “That does not make me lucky,” I scoff. Either way I need to be fixed. The dark witches would wish to erase the anger and fear from my body, and the darklings would have me gain all of my emotions back. I do not feel fortunate in the least.
    “Just wait. It’s times like this I wish I was more like you,” Lana says darkly. Her words mystify me.
    “How could you wish that?”
    The crowd of darkling women part and I see him for the first time. He towers over all the others who look utterly enthralled by him. He spies us for the first time and Lana breathes out loudly. The male darkling starts toward us with ferocity in his stride.
    “Pull your shit together, Lana. Why does he pick today to not wear a shirt?” she says to herself mindlessly. I notice his apparel for the first time. He is indeed shirtless. I look at Lana. Her mouth is slightly ajar and a bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face.
    “Pull your shit together, Lana.” I repeat what she tells herself because I sense her nervousness and think it may help. She beams at me and shakes her head.
    “Get ready to meet your worst nightmare and your wildest dream, Emma. The unobtainable Finnegan White.”
    I study the man to find what Lana finds so obviously appealing. He causes an immediate reaction just by being present. His hair is lighter than the other darklings and it falls into his eyes. It is a dark brown, as opposed to the standard black. His eyes are darker silver, bordering on a brownish color. He has a muscular build, which is probably required as a male in this world. His skin is tanned genetically as there is no sun. I look him over many times, committing every part of him to memory, to catalog him. Lana’s breathing becomes sporadic and finally stops completely when he stops to stand in front of us.
    “What the fuck did you do now,