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felt my heart leap. I felt myself anchor to this reality, and that allowed me to breathe a little easier.
    Knowing that we could not be rude any longer, we found our way outside to the massive porch where Willow and Landen’s family was surrounding an elegant dinner table with more food than I had ever seen. Everything seemed so fresh, so colorful and inviting.
    Almost strategically, the seat Madison was given was near Drake, across from Willow and Landen, in the center of the table. Our seat was near the end of the table, where August sat at the head of it. I kept my eyes low as they offered thanks for the food and the random conversations began around us.
    Madison had made every effort not to look at Drake. I knew why. Even though I was three seats away from him, I could feel the pull of his energy - the dominance that seemed to echo around him. God help my best friend. That boy needed a warning label attached to him. He could make you dizzy without even bothering to look you in the eyes.
    I felt Monroe’s stare and found her on the other side of the porch with Preston and Libby. Though they were not speaking, they were most definitely communicating. They would glance at each other, then to Willow and Landen. I wanted to pull Monroe aside and ask her to show me everything she knew about her father, what was about to happen. I didn’t care that the planet of Jupiter was one of luck or expansion. I felt an ominous cloud approaching us all.
    “So, Charlie, who taught you to play?” Nyla asked me curiously, trying to pull me into the casual conversation that Aden and Draven were creating, one that was avoiding what we’d been through, might go through.
    “My...my father,” I said as I blushed and memories ignited in my mind of the ghostly image that guided my fingertips when I was barely five. “Draven’s dad helped, too.”
    Nyla smiled kindly. “Sounds like a wonderful father. So music was his gift?”
    “It was.” I glanced at Draven. “It was his escape from the darkness he battled within.”
    “Music is that for everyone, is it not?” Nyla said as a warm smile came across her tenderly aged face. “Can I convince you to play after dinner? I’m sure we are all hungry for such an escape.”
    I nodded shyly, not sure if she knew how literally I meant that music was an escape from darkness. Something told me she knew, that somehow my aura or the time she spent with Monroe and her brothers had led her to know more about me than I realized.
    I noticed Grayson and Draven locked in a stare and I quickly asked where they were with a simple thought, wanting in on this private conversation. Instantly, I was gone from the table.
    Where I was made no sense. It looked like I was standing over a blue ocean, but it was laced with flames, and those flames were fighting with the water, fighting to reach where I was, on a stone pedestal hundreds of feet in the air. I could see a spinning sky, one that looked as if it were trying to stop or at least focus on certain points, stars - seven of them maybe. I gasped when I saw a wall of water, one that looked entirely too much like the one I had seen my parents in front of before.
    The most troubling thing of all was the blood I could see spilling down the steps. I pulled myself out, not wanting to see the source of that blood.
    Sensing me tense, Draven’s stare was now on me. He tilted his head in the direction of Monroe, quietly telling me that it was her thoughts that we were in. I glanced at Grayson. He nodded once to confirm that that was where he found the thought. The confusion and fear in his eyes told me he had no idea what was about to happen to us, to his sister.
    Nyla, along with several others whose names I could not remember, cleared away the dinner dishes and began to set an array of desserts before us all. Aden decided to slide down a seat, finding himself next to me. Draven glanced across me to him, then to August.
    “I really am curious as to why you and