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she bucked him off. “No.” She turned her attention of Josephine. “You evil witch."
    Josephine smiled, then blinked her eyes very slowly.
    Cold invaded Rumer's body and she conjured a protection shield, making sure it encompassed every person in the cemetery. When Josephine's smile faded, she knew it had worked. “Enjoy your last few days of power, witch. You'll be dead, soon."
    Even the humans started and hunched down, looking around for the source of laughter that filled the cemetery. “ Your grandmother thought the same thing. But yet here I am, and she's dead. "
    "I hear her,” Noah said, taking a step toward Rumer.
    Rumer nodded, holding up her hand to halt his advancement. Martin clutched at her shoulders, trying to pull her toward the gate. “My grandmother was a good woman. Something you know nothing about."
    The spirit's laughter increased. “ She thought I was good, or didn't she tell you that part? It's how I attracted my prey, by seducing them. And she was very tasty ."
    Rumer's scream of anger startled everyone, and Martin pulled on her harder. “Don't you see what she's doing? If you're mad, then your energy is focused away from whatever it is you're doing to hold her at bay. Don't get in a fight with her. Not here, not now."
    Ignoring his words, she fought off Martin's hold, her anger boiling deep inside her. “You're lying!"
    " Am I? Ask her—or wait, you can't because she's dead. Unless you have help from the one behind you. He was delicious, too, in a totally different way. Although I didn't get enough of a taste .” Josephine focused on Martin, and Rumer's anger level increased.
    "Bitch."
    Josephine laughed and blew her a kiss, and the cold that had invaded her earlier returned. She knew Martin was right: her anger had diminished her protection shield, had let Josephine slip inside.
    Fear filled her as icy fingers clasped at her heart. She tried to suck in air but knew, unless she calmed down, it wouldn't do any good. Their four friends were with them now, ushering Rumer and Martin toward the entrance to the cemetery.
    Noah pushed at her as Martin pulled, both of them trying to get her to leave. She would be damned, though, if she would let the witch beat her. That would set a bad precedent.
    Rumer dug in her heels and stood stock-still, closing her eyes and letting her anger flow out of her. Parts of it stayed, like her rage over Josephine taunting her about her grandmother, but when the majority was gone, the shield slammed back in place.
    She shot a triumphant look at Josephine. “I'm stronger than you are,” Rumer said, pushing away the hold Martin and Noah had on her. She took several steps toward Josephine, who no longer looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. “You'll see it soon enough."
    For a moment, she thought the witch would strike out at her again. She strengthened the shield, waiting for the attack, but it didn't come. The look on the witch's face, though, was meant to provoke her, the sneer full of malice and contempt.
    "Don't let her do it,” Martin said, his voice low next to her ear. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt warmth spread through her. “She knows we're going to try something, and she knows it's going to happen soon. She's trying to make you angry, so that you lose control. She's saving her strength."
    Rumer nodded, knowing he was right. She cast a glance at Noah, who reached or her hand. She gave it to him and he stepped closer.
    "Listen to Martin,” he said, keeping his voice low. “I can't see her, but I know she's there. Don't let your anger control you."
    Rumer closed her eyes, hearing her grandmother's voice in her mind. “ There's nothing shameful about turning away from a fight. Don't ever let anyone goad you into something, and don't ever use your powers for something wicked, or in anger. That will lead to things that will damn you, forever ."
    On the other side of the shield, Josephine waited. Rumer let go of the last vestiges of