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forward.
    “Hi, I’m Jenna, Ashley’s sister.” She neared. Her hand went to her chest. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”
    “Thank you…and thank you for letting me stay here. Ashley told me this is your home.”
    Ashley, at her side for days, brought her breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and often sat by her and talked, sharing all sorts of things about her own sisters and her mate.
    Valerie listened half-heartedly, grateful for the genuine concern and attempt to get her mind off her grief. At times, it proved a great distraction. Other times, it reminded her of the family she had and lost.
    “You’re more than welcome to stay here, Valerie.”
    She shook her head. “No, I’ll leave—”
    “I wouldn’t recommend it,” Clyde interrupted. “You were spared for a reason. You have a gift not many witches possess—foresight. It’s the reason the Malums targeted your coven.”
    “But…I could’ve been killed. I—”
    “Your home was protected with spells. Those powerful spells wouldn’t have allowed anyone to enter who meant any of you harm. It’s why they used explosives. If they’d wanted to kill all of you, they would have blown up the entire house.” He paused. “I believe, as do the other Guardians, the Malums’ intent was to kill off your coven so you’d inherit their abilities. Then they’d take you, a witch with the combined strength of eleven and the gift of not only psyche-sight, but foresight.”
    “But they didn’t need to…to do that. They could’ve gone after me when I wasn’t home.”
    “You rarely leave.”
    A fact: she’d rather read indoors than do anything else. Her sisters often teased her about it. Hearing it now, a brutal, stark reminder they’d never tease her again.
    Her eyes narrowed. “How do you know?”
    He cleared his throat. “I’m an angel.”
    Then it occurred to her. This was her fault. Because she never left her house, they had no choice but to kill her sisters.
    Her heart squeezed painfully, making tears well in her eyes. She didn’t even try to hide it.
    “You can’t think that way.”
    Her gaze shot to Clyde, the angel, who, she realized, could read her thoughts.
    “Your mind.”
    Same difference.
    “No. Reading thoughts is just that. Reading your mind is a little more. I know everything that’s ever happened to you. Everything you’ve ever said, done, thought with just one glimpse.”
    Crap . Now, he knew more about her than anyone else?
    “Technically, I know more about you than you know about yourself. Beings, immortal and mortal, have a tendency to hide truths from themselves.”
    Annoyed with their one-sided conversation, she snapped, “Can you stop that?”
    When she regained her composure, she insisted, “I could’ve been killed with the explosions.”
    “There’s something else.” He paused. “When we found you, a spell guarded you.”
    Tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks. She had been right. Her family died because of her, and even so, they’d protected her with their dying breaths.
    “No, you aren’t to blame, Valerie. You couldn’t have changed it. If you want to blame someone, blame the Malums.”
    Not a comforting thought, but it wasn’t Clyde’s fault. She hated Malums for destroying everyone she’d ever loved, but hate wouldn’t bring them back. And nothing anyone said would either. More tears fell without a single sound before she turned away and buried her face in a pillow.
    She felt the presence of Jenna drawing near, then felt the warmth of her touch on her shoulder. “Valerie, you shouldn’t do this to yourself. Your coven wouldn’t want you to suffer like you are.”
    “I k-know…” Her voice broke. “I know I have to move on, but I-I don’t know how.”
    “We can help you. We’ll take it day by day. The first step is getting out of this room.”
    “I…know, but today I-I…” A sob tore from her throat. “I…c-can’t…maybe tomorrow.”
    Jenna