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    The herd stallion was a formidable beastie of splashed gold and white, with a thick, arched neck and snapping teeth toward anyone who tried to do anything with a member of his family.
    This was a problem, because some of them had injuries that I was trying to take care of.
    This flock had been discovered by Ordinaries, who had been fooled by the unicorn glamorie that tricked them into believing they were dealing with a herd of mustangs.
    A herd they then chased out of the mountains with a helicopter and sent to auction for adoption.
    That was when the Council of Magic had stepped in and I’d been called to deal with the situation.
    I’d had the herd for over a month now, and the stallion—Bash, as my twin sisters who could talk to animals, had told me—still considered me that enemy.
    And those he considered an enemy, the other unicorns considered the enemy.
    “Come on, Shimmer,” I said gently, holding out a radish toward the colt. He’d been wearing the halter someone had put on him since arriving, but now it had broken and was dangling in his eyes—which made him and the rest of the herd panic.
    I pushed a little prodding Magic into the ground, trying to call up the Earth power to assist me.
    At first, I thought that the Magic would answer me.
    Then the Earth gave a sort of shiver—nothing physical, but a Magical shrug, rejecting me and snapping my Magic back to me with all the force of a giant rubber band.
    “Ouch,” I muttered.
    Trouble with my Magic had been happening more and more lately. I couldn’t seem to control it, and tapping into the Earth—as I had just tried—always resulted in instant rejection.
    The Earth saw me as a creature of the Dark.
    I’d had Magic my whole life. I couldn’t remember the first time I had helped a flower grow, or assisted my father in taking care of Magical creatures.
    These days I had to settle for manual labor. I couldn’t heal anyone without hurting them worse than they were already hurt. I couldn’t use my Magic to calm, soothe, or even to travel.
    My bear was even beginning to be affected by my malady. I could see—with my other eyes—the bones through her thick fur—and one side of her face had withered away so that I could see the bone and the bare eye socket.
    I wondered what that meant.
    I mean, I knew that my soul looked like Swiss cheese with a black mold infection, but why should my bear be affected by that?
    Despite our one heroic attempt at blending to fight off the vampires six months ago, my bear and I remained very separate—more so than any were my bosses—the three Baehr brothers—had ever heard of, or that Hypatia, the Librarian, had been able to find in any book or parchment.
    It was a blessing and a curse.
    Because of that, I didn’t have to change into a bear if I didn’t want to—and my bear, in return, didn’t have to play fair when I was asleep or Kodi happened to be around.
    We had called a truce on the honey thing.
    Honey was pretty awesome in Gwyn’s herb tea.
    I drew the line at eating grubs.
    What my bear and I had was an uneasy truce. We cohabitated the same psyche—we had learned how to deal with that.
    Sometimes I even liked her.
    She was a bit of a honey-bear—chubby, soft, and cuddly. She spent all of her time sleeping—and most of that time dreaming about food.
    If she hadn’t been trying to take over my brain, I would have liked her a lot more.
    She was also, quite possibly, the only reason I was still alive.
    But now she was starting to show damage from the vampire venom.
    It looked like I might be running out of time.
    Shimmer danced past me, squealing as I tried to thrust the radish under his nose.
    “He says you’re dirty,” Thomas said. He stood at the fence, with his nose wrinkled.
    “Dirty?” I asked. I sniffed at my hands and at my armpits. I’d just gotten out of the shower before heading down to the