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liked them, and clothes of mine she had ruined just to be spiteful.
    No, nothing she had done made her evil. I had done just as many mean things to her over the years. If I wasn't evil, she wasn't. Still, fear for what she may have become nagged at the back of my mind. I was glad for the distraction when Stephen walked over to set his mug in the sink.
    “She's asleep,” Stephen said softly. “Passed out hard I think. I wonder when the last time she got a good night's sleep was. Lost Angels is open twenty-four hours a day and God knows how many times a day they had her singing.”
    “Poor kid,” I said. “She doesn’t seem thirteen. I mean, she looks younger than that, but hearing her talk about losing her soul, she seemed older.”
    “She used to be just like any other kid. She was annoyingly happy and oblivious a lot of the time,” Stephen said. He smiled softly, remembering.
    “Sounds good to me. I miss feeling that way. It seems like as soon as I got to high school everything got so complicated.”
    “Yeah.” Stephen smiled. “I was glad to graduate.”
    “When was that?”
    Stephen opened his mouth the answer, and then frowned. “I, I don't know,” Stephen admitted. “I thought I knew, but I don't. It's like if I don't focus on it I remember being in school, but once I think about it I lose it.”
    “This is all so weird.” I stood up to lean against the sink beside Stephen. “Does this place ever feel like a dream to you?”
    “Sometimes,” Stephen said softly. “Only it's more like a nightmare. I don't remember a time when I wasn't worrying about Hannah. Even now I don't feel like she is safe.”
    “I hear you. At least Hannah isn't some evil crime boss.”
    “Maybe it will turn out Clea isn't your sister,” Stephen said. I nodded, studying the dirt covered windows at the other end of the room.
    “Yeah, but what do I do then?” I asked. Stephen didn't have an answer.

    5.

    We stood silently a moment before Stephen turned and pulled me into his arms again. They were strong around me. When my arms wrapped around his back I could feel the muscles tight under his shirt. I gave in to the moment and let my head rest on his chest, listening to the slow thud of his heart. I heard the pace of his heart double as he pulled me tighter against him.
    My own heart beat an unsteady rhythm when he gently kissed my head. I wanted to look up, but I was scared. At that moment everything seemed perfect. I was afraid if I looked up the spell would break. When Stephen leaned back I couldn't help but look up at him. He tucked a loose strand of blond hair behind my ear, his fingers barely brushing my skin.
    My eyes met his and I was ready when he kissed me. First only our lips pressed together, perfectly soft and warm against each other. His hands pressed into my back, pulling me closer to him and I gasped, then our tongues were slipping over one another sending signals that scorched through every nerve in my body.
    I had to pull away. I stepped back from him, watching him warily as I took deep breaths. He was leaning against the counter like it was the only thing holding him up. I knew how he felt. If it weren't for one hand resting firmly on the table top behind me I might have fallen to my knees.
    “Are you,” Stephen stuttered. He paused, wiping a hand over his mouth. “I, I mean, wow.”
    “Yeah,” I said, nodding. My nerves still felt like they were on fire, but the feeling was fading. “That was . . . that was something.”
    “Something good?” Stephen asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
    “I really don't know,” I admitted. “It felt like a little too much; more than any kiss should be.”
    “I've wanted to do that since I helped you up.” Stephen stepped forward and simultaneously I fought the urge to press against him and run away. “There's something about you, it just keeps pulling me closer.”
    “I know, I've been feeling it too,” I said, and took a step toward him without thinking about