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just know that you help end the war.”
    “ H-how can I possibly do that?” I asked aloud, more so to myself than anything.
    “ That’s what you’re joining the Castus Clan for, isn’t it? To learn more about what you’re capable of. You’ll soon get the gist of your abilities and be able to control them ... and your dreams will only increase. They may even occur during the day as visions, similarly to mine.”
    That somehow terrified me — especially when I thought of Mr. and Mrs. Dupont. “Have you had any more visions about the war? Or about Silas? How come you never had a vision about Salem?”
    My aunt looked tired, which I knew wasn ’t literally possible — vampires didn’t sleep and never felt tired. Perhaps she was mentally exhausted, or, more likely than not, annoyed. “I don’t know why I never saw him. You have said yourself that I am more vampire than witch; maybe my gift has some restrictions that yours doesn’t. My visions have never been something I could control, not really, anyway.”
    “ You technically did see Salem,” I said, “through me. How did you do that?”
    She didn ’t look like she had an answer. “I don’t know. I’ve never been near a Clairvoyant before. Maybe there’s a connection between us, to where our visions can be shared without physical contact.”
    I nodded and my eyes dreadfully landed on the house up the road. The Halloween decorations were still up even though it was now a week into November. The pumpkins had rotted and were now deformed orange lumps. Wind had blown the dangling paper skeleton away, aside from one bony arm that was left hanging from a piece of tape on the door. With a frown, I climbed out of the car once we ’d pulled into the driveway behind Mitch’s vehicle. Hannah stayed behind the driver’s seat and said she would wait for me.
    “ No. It’s okay. I’m sure Uncle Mitchell can take me back to Haven, but thanks.”
    “ You best not try to walk it.”
    “ I won’t.”
    “ Okay.” She didn’t look convinced, but waved and slammed the car into reverse.
    I stood for a moment, watching as the car squealed down the road. When I turned around, I saw that the front door to the house was now wide open and Jason was awaiting me with a smile, but I could tell there was something hidden underneath — obvious sadness.

Chapter Three
     
    Eila was sitting in the blue denim chair, staring off into space and seemingly unaware of my presence. Mitch glanced at her with a concerned frown, then looked at me and gestured for me to go upstairs to my room. She barely seemed to even notice Jason or his brother; it was like she had completely shut her mind off and was somewhere else. As I walked down the hall, I heard Mitchell say something in Eila’s direction. I couldn’t understand what it was and heard no response.
    My bed room was just as I had left it — covers in a bundled up mess and halfway on the floor, pillows askew, and a few articles of clothing littering the otherwise clean floor. With a shock, I saw that the makeup Serena and I had left out from Halloween was still strewn across my mattress. It had barely crossed my mind that I hadn’t been home since that night — I’d been staying with Hannah and Ezra, and now at Haven. Willow was staring up at me from my bed with a look of disdain, and, to my surprise, she looked slightly thinner than when I had last seen her. Had Eila neglected to feed her? I ruffled her fur gently and reassured her that everything would be okay, and she seemed to glare at me, as if it was my fault she wasn’t being fed; I guessed it was. I rummaged through my closet until I came up with a dark green duffel bag. Without any forethought, I grabbed randomly at the clothes in my closet and stuffed them into the bag, followed by all of the penguins that had made my dresser their home for the majority of my life. Just like me and Willow, they had a new home awaiting them.
    I gathered my laptop and put it in my book