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giggled hello. “There were no magical traces on her. At all.”
    “None?” Hunter asked in disbelief. It finally dawned on Shane that his best friend was serious. He believed this girl was the Prodigy
    “None, Hunter,” he responded.
    Charity started down the hall, but stopped, tipping her head to the side with a thoughtful frown. “Anyway, Hunter, everyone knows the Family keeps him close in case they need him to fight. They’re not going to send him away to a boarding school where he’s unprotected and out of their reach.”
    “She’s got a point,” Shane smirked, but Hunter only scowled at the ground.
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    Ari tossed in her bed, conscious enough to know she was trapped in a dream she’d had a thousand times before, but not awake enough to stop it. Pain and the nightmare. That was all.
    Ada glared out at the storm. Lightning struck five, six, seven times; splitting the sky in brilliant light so bright it was like the noonday sun had risen again. And then came the thunder, before the light had even faded, booming so loud it shook the house, causing the fine crystal chandelier to sway and creak. It was the worst storm she had ever seen, and it had ruined her wedding. Instead of the ceremony being a grand fairy tale and the envy of every girl in society, it had been a muddy, embarrassing mess. All that planning, gone to waste.
    Not only that, but the worthless servant girl had been too frightened of the storm to travel to her father’s home and retrieve the trunk that Ada had forgotten, and she could not have her wedding night without that trunk. William, her new groom, had chivalrously gone to get it. And now this horrid storm is slowing him, she thought with an incensed stamp of her small foot.
    Lightning flashed again, lighting the sky, and Ada screamed as a face leered back at her through the window. The glass shattered inward in a blast of blue flames, throwing her back against the wall where she lay trembling. Christian stalked through the gaping hole, the storm at his back. “You’re all alone now, Ada. You have even less than I do.” He gave one short, barking laugh, and then he was tracing a spell into the air with such speed she didn’t even have time to see it before he was gone. It hung in the shattered air, surrounded by flames, but by then she already knew what it was. Christian and his mother had always been good at saldepement spells, spells that allowed them to move from one place to another through a doorway of some sort. Edrens, for some reason, could rarely do saldepement spells, something that bothered her father to no end.
    Father. Her heart tightening in horror, Ada whirled and raced for William’s stables.
    She roared into the storm on William’s fastest horse, driving her heels into his flanks relentlessly, pushing him faster and faster across the rain-ravaged roads. An eternity passed before she blew through the gate that hung broken on its hinges and raced down the once tree-lined drive. But now the trees were charred, blackened stumps, and the sickened feeling in the pit of her stomach told her what she would see before she rounded the final bend.
    Despite the storm, the hungry blue flames had been visible for miles.
    Still, mud-covered heaps scattered across the huge expanse of lawns and she gasped in horror as she realized they were her father’s guards. The Duke’s crumpled form took shape as she neared the inferno that had once been her home, and she leapt from the horse and raced toward him, stumbling over her skirts, falling to her knees in the mud at his side. “Father!” she wailed. Her eyes searched the devastation, looking for help, for anything alive. Nearby another still form caught her attention and she crawled through the mud, unmindful of her tearing, filthy dress, keeping one hand on her father’s chest, unwilling to let him go. A horrified screech erupted from her throat as she realized who she was staring at.
    William, his eyes wide and unseeing.
    She