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the surface and her lungs burst with laughter at her stupidity. It had been a few years since she had been pummeled by the sea. She smoothed back her hair, sure that shehad imagined David’s voice a moment ago. She imagined him a lot.
    “Angie!” the voice called again, and this time there was no mistaking it. David.
    Water trickled from his mess of light brown hair, the droplets streaming down his chest. She sucked in her breath as heat raced up her face.
    It was impossible to forget the way it felt to be with him. She forced her gaze up, finding his blue eyes somber. A little more than a month ago he would have rushed across the sand and picked her up by the waist, kissing her until she couldn’t remember her name. But that was before she had caught him with Kaitlyn.
    Water sprayed as he came to a stop in the receding ocean. His eyes shifted back and forth as he watched her. “It’s so great to see you,” he said, his voice halting.
    Angie nodded. “You too.”
    The moment stretched. It seemed as though he wouldn’t say anything more. Angie drew her hair across her shoulders, watching him. Nothing else seemed to matter when he was near. Not the magic or finding the final Daughter. It was only the two of them in their own world. Why had he gone and ruined everything by kissing Kaitlyn? She lowered her eyes, her nose stinging.
    “This might sound like a line or something,” he finally said, “but I had this feeling that I should come today ... that you’d be here.” He came closer, his voice dropping, “And here you are.”
    Warmth flooded her as she met his gaze. How could he still make her feel this breathless after everything they had been through?
    “It’s a coincidence,” she said, unable to stop the catch in her voice.
    “I can’t believe that.”
    She tasted the saltwater on her lips. David’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze dropped to her mouth.
    “I’d better go,” she said.
    “Wait.” His vivid blue eyes lit with determination. “I have to believe this means something.”
    She shook her head.
    “One date,” he said. “Please.”
    “I said we could be friends. That’s all you asked for.”
    “It’s not enough.”
    It wasn’t enough for her either, and she felt herself giving in. “I don’t know.”
    “Not just us, then,” he said, taking her hands. “A date with friends.”
    She blushed at the contact. “A date with friends. Okay.”
    The relief poured out of him so clearly she could practically touch it. He let go of her hands, walking backward into the ocean. “I’ll pick you up Friday at six.”
    “Friday night,” she repeated. The remnants of a wave rolled up around her ankles, waking her up. “We can’t go anywhere Friday night with friends,” she said. “Friday is prom.”
    “Exactly,” he called before turning and diving into an oncoming wave.
    “Angie,” her mother called, breaking through her spell. “Angie!”
    She shook her head, registering that her name had been yelled out more than those two times.
    “Coming,” she called, not wanting her mother to worry. She rose to her feet, grateful that the magic had drained from her body. It left her shaky but feeling better. Reliving that moment with David ... she couldn’t admit even to herself how good it made her feel inside.
    Quickly she brushed out her hair, her thoughts returning to the more pressing matters at hand. The final Daughter of Fate would need to be marked today if she and Julia had any hope of keeping their magical inheritance. The last Daughters who succeeded in creating the seal between Past, Present, and Future had been back in the early eighteen hundreds. The channel had been in New York at the time, and before that it had emerged in Morocco, Japan, Peru—wherever the Fates deemed best, it seemed. The only thing that seemed clear was the fact that an ancient jewel passed down from the Fates caused the channel to form, acting like a magnetic draw and compelling the chosen descendants